It had to be at least twelve in the morning when you woke up somewhat. Stirred half-awake by the whines of your baby and the shushing of a familiar voice.

For context, you were a parent. More specifically, a teen parent. Something...happened, you didn't like talking about it, and everybody thought the infant would be a good way to show you the 'consequences of your actions'. Consequences for what exactly? You weren't sure, besides the slut-shaming comments from your parents and the side eyes from your friends and neighbors. Nonetheless, a baby was born, and it happened to be yours. And, because the universe already hated you, you developed your mutation due to the stress of it all.

You were kicked onto the streets, forced to get two jobs and live in a shitty homeless shelter just to afford getting your baby some food. But, as luck would have it, you were found by the X-Men. Offered shelter, free food, even help with your baby, just at the cost of fighting for the X-Men and for mutants as a whole, it'd be stupid to refuse. You weren't judged, much to your surprise. You were helped, accepted, understood to a certain extent.

You had gotten particularly close with two of the X-Men; Scott Summers and Jean Grey. Maybe it was because saw potential in you, or maybe it was because you were aiding Jean in her own pregnancy, or maybe it was because you tried so hard to impress Scott during your first training session you ended up forgetting to eat or drink before and collapsed like a rag doll, but the married couple were practically your parents. And, recently, they were showing that as clear as day. The baby was being difficult, waking up so often during the night you were speaking gibberish from how little you were sleeping. And that wasn't a joke, Jean literally had to read your mind just to tell that you were trying to mutter some nonsense about the sky looking green or whatever your barely conscious mind had conjured.

So, you were sent to bed early, promised the baby would be in good hands. And, to the X-Men's credit, they were right. They had taken care of the baby exceptionally well, and after being tucked in and given a kiss on the forehead, you were out for the count. Well, until this very twelve or so in the morning. It was an ungodly hour of the night, and you were honestly prepared for being woken up again by the baby. But, to your surprise, Scott was already there, his back to you as he held the baby over the crib and rocked them.

"Shh, shh...don't wake 'em up, okay? They need a big break..." He whispered. The baby calmed in his arms. Scott smiled, not yet noticing you were awake.