Paul wants to talk...

Bell followed Paul wordlessly into the twins' bedroom, all was silent here, the twins were sound asleep. The room still look a bit of a mess, but that could be fixed in time. Her eyes rest upon PJ's face and couldn't help but smile fondly at the young boy who looked so much like his father.

Paul walked in before Bell, seeing what his children had done. It was kinda scary, but he was proud. Now that all of his family were mutants. "Conrad. It's Mark's little brother. His powers activated today, and his dad pulled a shotgun on him." Paul said, grimly.

Bell nodded, her face thoughtful. "Then I suppose..." She said choosing her words carefully, "he'll have to stay with us. We have more then enough rooms here, and we can't let him stay with his parents with what happened..." She said wistfully.

Paul stepped up to Bell, and clutched her hands. His head was down, looking at the combined hands. "Everytime I start to feel a little less woozy from it, you make me love you.." He looked up. "All that much more." He said.

Bell's green eyes flickered up to his, she knew that he didn't express feelings often but when he did it always made her cheeks flush red and her stomach flip. "And you know my feelings for you, dear." She said softly, a smile blessed upon her face.

OCC: Um... Alex?

OCC: Way to not reply...

Paul smiled at Bell. He eyes glew, not blue, just the natural golden of it. He looked down at his children, his daughter who could punch a hole through the moon and his son, who could predict it. But all was weird. He felt a small tingle, at the very bottom of his stomach. What was going on? Nothing, he supposed. He looked back at Bell, and walked with her out of the room.