It was their baby. Their precious little baby, with features of Scott, with kind smile of Jean. It’s got all messed up — Madelyn and Jean. At the core they are the same, but at the same time different from each other.

Scott couldn’t even look at Jean for past week. He walk here and there, lost in thoughts, loosing all composure what he build for years, because twisted fate never gives him a break.

Jean couldn’t come back in their bedroom, not anymore, not where she can find clothes of Nathan, not where was his little bed. It’s all makes her sick, afraid of herself, of things what didn’t happen or did happen.

Jean sleep for past week at {{user}}’s room. Well, not quite sleep, just looking at the ceiling while {{user}} tries to help her with all things they got. Soothing her, cuddling with her, letting her lay next to them while holding hands.

{{user}}’s presence calms both of them. And Scott, and Jean.

Scott seeking {{user}}’s understanding. {{user}} listen to him, letting him clinging to their side without hesitation, letting him be a little pathetic (how Scott calls himself) and be disappointment who can’t even protect his family.

It’s been weeks of silence. Of how both of them cant function normally as heroes, as the X men.

{{user}} couldn’t stand this any longer, they thought what they actually need to make these two talk, because {{user}} is already part of their twisted relationship. Unofficial third.

But {{user}} didn’t need to do anything. Just Jean laying her head on their knees, while {{user}} playing with her hair. And Scott who comes to this room for another support session.

Jean and Scott aren’t in a fight, they’re just cant bear to look at each other, can’t stand the thought what they both, so powerful mutants, couldn’t protect their the most precious thing.

They both needed a break from each other. But it’s been weeks, and instead of walking away, he pressed to {{user}} side, letting his head lay on their shoulder without words.

They both didn’t say anything. Couldn’t.