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Rebecca knew Maya would love anything Becca said for her vows, but the way her fiancée’s eyes glistened offered instant validation. Maya’s desire to be married and kissing her as soon as possible forced Rebecca to bite her lip so she could stifle the urge to laugh.

Maya’s own confession of love and commitment left Rebecca on Cloud Nine. How was she this lucky? How was any of this real? That she, the once-upon-a-time self-proclaimed relationship kryptonite, could be standing here, her mismatched eyes stung by the need to cry, while the person she trusted and loved more than anyone else promised her forever.

That was all Rebecca needed for this to be the perfect wedding. The officiant was barely finished instructing them before Rebecca carefully slipped a gleaming wedding band on her favorite person’s left ring finger.

”By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you spouse and wife.” The officiant smirked, looking to Maya. ”NOW you may kiss the bride.”

Rebecca leaned into Maya’s arms, melting into her first kiss as Rebecca Grey-Morris. And it was everything she hoped and more.

Rebecca felt the relentless butterflies in her stomach. Did they not know she had more important things to focus on? And that yawning; she was explicitly clear about no yawning, yet her mouth betrayed her. Iris was not as fussy last night, but that was subjective given how the baby had warped what Rebecca could consider her “regular” sleep schedule.

Raising Iris was… well, any newborn was a challenging investment of time and energy. Most babies did not have a one in thirty-some-odd chance to burn through their bedsheets or get caught on something with a pudgy arm full of quills. The Mansion, to its credit, was as supportive as any collective of dozens of people could be, but the experience was still exciting, terrifying, and exhausting.

In theory, this could have waited. They were under no time constraints. The only deadline Rebecca and Mirror had came from their own patience, and therein lied the problem: the engaged couple struggled to wait any longer to take two steps they felt were a long time coming.

A courthouse wedding still required a witness and while the couple hesitated to lean on Gemma again after her help with the birth, Becca’s former guidance counselor-turned-colleague-and-friend was happy to be there for the momentous occasion. From there, it was a matter of collecting all the paperwork and necessary documents for the wedding, as well as a second folder of paperwork for after their vows.

A small ceremony. They would celebrate with their friends at the Mansion, but amidst the hectic year of big moments, they wanted today to be a more intimate family affair.

Rebecca’s fiancé (for the next half hour now) was waiting for their witness to get to the courthouse, so the Scot waited through her last moments as a single woman in her tea-length dress. She smiled at her oldest daughter who she hoped was sitting patiently for what would be a quick event with an important surprise at the end. And of course, Rebecca’s mismatched eyes kept drifting to the door, knowing she would see her life partner walking in any moment.

Rebecca and Gawain had a baby! It was an entirely new experience for them. The pair may have had a daughter, but raising an adopted adolescent did nothing to prepare them for the joys and challenges of raising a newborn baby.

It felt like days ago when Becca was a twenty-something self-sabotaging her own life. How did they even get here?

Together. They got here together, which was important. It meant they were a team figuring their way through this. They could take Iris shifts when necessary, which was a gift when they had a baby who was still learning what a “sleep schedule” was.

Rebecca yawned as she stirred from a brief nap Gawain afforded her. She turned to her fiancé joining her in the bed and smiled sheepishly as his hand found her hip. She carefully touched a crystal jutting out of Gawain’s temple. Evidently, it had been just long enough that her own growths had passed. ”Yer right. She’s sae considerate wi’ gifts. Minutes ay sleep, crystal accessories. Truly generous.”

Kissing Gawain’s cheek, Rebecca nuzzled under his chin (after making sure he had no particularly pointy clusters there.) ”Ye sleep. Take mair ‘en eighteen minutes. Ah’ll take care ay Iris through th’ transition unless she throws us a curveball. Mah payback for this wee blessed nap.”

The wedding was an exciting part of their lives to look forward to, but Becca and Maya felt in many ways like they were married. Things would change, but at the end of the day, Becca would love her spouse as much as she loved her fiancé. They loved Kalos like a daughter already so that would not change by signing papers, but Becca was sure it would mean the world to Kalos after everything she had been through. ”Ah’m sure ye’ll find it soon enough, Lizzy.” She hoped the nickname would be welcome. Some people were touchy about certain names.

The way Liz spoke about flying, it was clearly a transcendent experience. It was almost poetic, feeling connected to infinite possibilities. Rebecca hung on every word, experiencing a glimpse of Liz in her truest form, as the woman who understood the world in ways she never could. It made her fascinating.

”Ye really have a special gift, Liz. Ah’m glad Xavier’s helped ye connect with it.” Knowing several empath-based mutants, Rebecca knew the struggles that came with lack of control. ”And noo ye gie tae return th’ favor. Teach th’ kids while they figure it their powers. Heck, maybe ye an’ yer pupper can solve th’ critter conspiracy.” It sounded so silly to think there was some surprise treasure trove of hidden animals on campus, but there were crazier things.

”Well, gossip and catching up is weel and good,” Rebecca moved on, ”but as yer senior here, Ah suppose Ah should ask if ye hae any questions abit teachin’ here. Even if it’s nae noo, if ye end up wi’ questions of things tae expect or concerns, Ah’m aw yers when ye need me.”

Science-minded friends were creatures of curiosity, and Rebecca found them fascinating. She had human friends in Grad School in other departments, and they all excitedly tried to toe the line between asking acceptable questions about her mutation while not probing too invasively. The struggle of being a scientist and a person in polite society was real.

The next question was a common one, not just from scientists, but anyone who knew a mutant. ”Nae quite. Ah manipulate magnetic fields. Ah’d show ye, bit… weel, my powers sort ay exploded an’ Ah still need tae learn hoo ae control them again,” she admitted, feeling embarrassed that her mutation control was debatably worse than when she first manifested. Truthfully, she was scared to use her powers while knowing she had the power to possibly accidentally unearth steel support beams.

Thinking about Maya was a much easier thing to shift the focus toward. ”We are figurin’ it aw it. Ah dinnae think we’re plannin’ a big weddin.” Honestly, they were still debating just heading to the courthouse and making their whole family official in one big trip. ”Ah imagine it’ll be soon.” And then she could be married to the Mansion Mom who was also a Danger Room Dad, which made her grin.

As much as a tour around the campus sounded pleasant, Rebecca would not argue against staying in one place. ”Ye soond quite familiar with th’ groonds, then. Ah take it yer power involves becomin’ animals ur somethin’ tae that degree?”

Individual

Character's full name: Iris Grey-Morris
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: Newborn
Date of Birth: September 9, 2020
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: NYC, New York, US
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian

Appearance

Hair color and style: Strawberry blonde, short but growing
Skin Tone: Tan, Freckled
Eye Color: Brown
Height: Growing
Build: Baby
Visible mutation: Variable

Mutations

Physical Mutation Shifting: Every day at midnight, Iris shifts into a new random physical mutation from thirty-nine options, replacing the mutation of the previous day. (To randomize, this is decided by rolling 2d20.)



Mutation Sharing: Skin-to-Skin contact with Iris will cause a person to shift, obtaining Iris's mutation of the day. The duration of this physical mutation shift depends on the duration of contact with Iris. For a minute or less of contact, the mutation will last for a minimum of one hour. Each additional minute lasts for another hour. At midnight, the mutation goes away, regardless of how long it was supposed to last based on contact.

History Of Your Character
Iris was born to Rebecca Grey-Morris and Mirror Grey-Morris in Let's Get Something Delivered. She will be living and raised at the Mansion, allowing the need for babysitters for students and staff interested.

After an unexpectedly hectic day, still feeling fuzzy from the medication given to her before her surgery, Becca was surprised by the clarity of the moment. There she was; Iris Grey-Morris, tiny and red and perfect. They had really brought this precious baby into the world; it barely felt real. "Our daughter... mah god, jist look at her..." Becca was unsure of what to expect before; now, she realized she had no words for how she felt now.

Gemma stepped away now that the procedure was complete, so when Maya accepted Iris, contact spread quickly. They were so absorbed in this new addition to their family, Becca only realized the change when she finally looked up. She smiled dreamily at her crimson-skinned fiancee, sporting her own small horns to go with her new look. "Aww, our precious gift had a gift for ye, tae." They were going to want to invest in gloves, along with a host of other precautionary measures when they returned to the Mansion.

For now? They could just rejoice in this moment and bring in Kalos once she was allowed to meet her sister.