"Charles, what's wrong?" she asked nervously.
Catching my breath, I answered, "There was something I didn't tell you about my son, David."
"Well, he killed me."
Maggie just smiled. "You're looking pretty good for a dead guy."
"I'm serious. He traveled back in time and killed me before I founded this school and started the X-Men. The Earth was mostly devestated as a result. Turns out we've done some important stuff over the years. But the important thing is that he killed me."
"Well . . you got saved obviously."
"Yes, a few mutants were outside the time-stream and managed to correct things."
"There you go. You have nothing to worry about, Charles. You have a lot of people who care about you and will protect you. Not that you will need it. I'm sure that if Vampirella's child is yours, it will be a wonderful, special child who will do great things in this world. I really hope it is yours."
I looked at her a moment and resisted the impulse to read her mind. "Really? It wouldn't bother you?"
The warmth from Maggie's smile told me that she was quite sincere. She really is a special lady. I slept soundly the rest of the night.