Title: Two Kinds of Wonderful
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Max is a single father and Liz is a single mother, both are in college. Read to find out more.
Rating: PG-13,
Couple: M/L
"Maxie!" Maria waltzed into Max Evan's apartment.
"Maria, hush." Max shushed her from the table. "I just put Lily to sleep."
Instantly contrite, "Sorry."
"Morning, Max." Isabel set the shopping bags on the table. "Where's my favorite niece?"
"Asleep, finally, don't wake her up, she was up all night." Max rubbed his eyes tiredly. Lilian, his one-year-old daughter, had been up all night.
"When will she be up?" Isabel asked.
"She was up all night again, hopefully not for a while." Max went back to the college book he was reading.
"Why?" Isabel asked concerned.
"Why do you think?" Max looked at her, complete hurt in his eyes.
"Tess?" She whispered.
"Yes." He looked down, done discussing it. The past few weeks had been hell. His ex-fiancé skipped out on him one night while he was home with Lily. She left a note saying something about not being old enough or mature enough to raise a child. " I have a test to study for, if you excuse me?" He went back to his room signaling he wanted to be left alone.
"Oh, well," Maria said breaking the tension. Tess had at one time been Maria and Isabel's best friend. After what had happened that was still a sore spot. "We'll be back later then?"
"Yeah, let's go Maria." Isabel hooked her arm through Maria's and they left the apartment silently.
Max stood over his daughter's crib. Her cheeks were flushed from sleep. Her brown curls stuck to her cheeks. When her eyes were open they were a deep brown like his own. He pulled the blanket off of her face and she shifted. He held his breath weary that she might wake up, but she slept on.
He sighed and turned around and left the room, leaving the door open as little as possible so as not to disturb her.
****
"What's wrong, Mama?" Little Aidan asked his Mom crawling into bed next to her.
"Nothing, Aidan." She pulled him close beside her in bed.
"Why you cryin?" He asked concerned. He reached a tiny hand up and touched her cheek.
"Because I'm scared, Sweetheart." She confesses.
"Because Uncle Alex?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because Uncle Alex is coming on a plane." Liz sat up. Her head spun in fear.
Aidan knew not to ask more. Whenever planes were mentioned his mother turned pale and became very quiet.
"Can we have breakfast?" He asked with a smile trying to cheer her up.
"Yes, let's." Liz climbed out of bed and pulled on her slippers. They were still the tattered old ones Jonathan had gotten her two years before. "What do you want to eat today? Waffles?" She sat him in his booster seat.
"Yeah." He said excitedly. "I help?"
"Sure." She unstrapped him and pulled a chair over from the kitchen.
They were mixing the batter when the phone rang, startling Liz and an airplane flew overhead.
"Hello?" She asked carefully.
"Hello, Elizabeth." She heard over the phone.
"Hello, Mother." She said annoyed into the phone.
"Has your brother gotten there yet?"
"No, Mother."
"Alright, I'll try again later, goodbye." Click.
Liz blinked back tears at her mother's refusal to ask after her grandson. She rarely called and when she did she never asked after Aidan.
"Aidan, be careful." Liz said going back to her son.
"I am, Mama." He smiled at her.
"Here like this." She showed him how to mix the batter but made him stand back when she poured it into the waffle iron.
She sat him in his booster right again and then set it a pile of miniature waffles in front of him.
"Thank you!" He smiled in delight.
"You're Welcome, Aidan." She smiled down at him. "Milk?"
"Yeah." He clapped his hands.
"Alright." She went to the fridge to get the milk and filled his sippy cup.
After breakfast Liz was cleaning up the kitchen when she heard Aidan's squealing.
"Uncle Alex!"
tbc
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Max is a single father and Liz is a single mother, both are in college. Read to find out more.
Rating: PG-13,
Couple: M/L
"Maxie!" Maria waltzed into Max Evan's apartment.
"Maria, hush." Max shushed her from the table. "I just put Lily to sleep."
Instantly contrite, "Sorry."
"Morning, Max." Isabel set the shopping bags on the table. "Where's my favorite niece?"
"Asleep, finally, don't wake her up, she was up all night." Max rubbed his eyes tiredly. Lilian, his one-year-old daughter, had been up all night.
"When will she be up?" Isabel asked.
"She was up all night again, hopefully not for a while." Max went back to the college book he was reading.
"Why?" Isabel asked concerned.
"Why do you think?" Max looked at her, complete hurt in his eyes.
"Tess?" She whispered.
"Yes." He looked down, done discussing it. The past few weeks had been hell. His ex-fiancé skipped out on him one night while he was home with Lily. She left a note saying something about not being old enough or mature enough to raise a child. " I have a test to study for, if you excuse me?" He went back to his room signaling he wanted to be left alone.
"Oh, well," Maria said breaking the tension. Tess had at one time been Maria and Isabel's best friend. After what had happened that was still a sore spot. "We'll be back later then?"
"Yeah, let's go Maria." Isabel hooked her arm through Maria's and they left the apartment silently.
Max stood over his daughter's crib. Her cheeks were flushed from sleep. Her brown curls stuck to her cheeks. When her eyes were open they were a deep brown like his own. He pulled the blanket off of her face and she shifted. He held his breath weary that she might wake up, but she slept on.
He sighed and turned around and left the room, leaving the door open as little as possible so as not to disturb her.
****
"What's wrong, Mama?" Little Aidan asked his Mom crawling into bed next to her.
"Nothing, Aidan." She pulled him close beside her in bed.
"Why you cryin?" He asked concerned. He reached a tiny hand up and touched her cheek.
"Because I'm scared, Sweetheart." She confesses.
"Because Uncle Alex?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because Uncle Alex is coming on a plane." Liz sat up. Her head spun in fear.
Aidan knew not to ask more. Whenever planes were mentioned his mother turned pale and became very quiet.
"Can we have breakfast?" He asked with a smile trying to cheer her up.
"Yes, let's." Liz climbed out of bed and pulled on her slippers. They were still the tattered old ones Jonathan had gotten her two years before. "What do you want to eat today? Waffles?" She sat him in his booster seat.
"Yeah." He said excitedly. "I help?"
"Sure." She unstrapped him and pulled a chair over from the kitchen.
They were mixing the batter when the phone rang, startling Liz and an airplane flew overhead.
"Hello?" She asked carefully.
"Hello, Elizabeth." She heard over the phone.
"Hello, Mother." She said annoyed into the phone.
"Has your brother gotten there yet?"
"No, Mother."
"Alright, I'll try again later, goodbye." Click.
Liz blinked back tears at her mother's refusal to ask after her grandson. She rarely called and when she did she never asked after Aidan.
"Aidan, be careful." Liz said going back to her son.
"I am, Mama." He smiled at her.
"Here like this." She showed him how to mix the batter but made him stand back when she poured it into the waffle iron.
She sat him in his booster right again and then set it a pile of miniature waffles in front of him.
"Thank you!" He smiled in delight.
"You're Welcome, Aidan." She smiled down at him. "Milk?"
"Yeah." He clapped his hands.
"Alright." She went to the fridge to get the milk and filled his sippy cup.
After breakfast Liz was cleaning up the kitchen when she heard Aidan's squealing.
"Uncle Alex!"
tbc