Hi! I said I would write another MR fanfic, and so I did. I hope everyone likes this as much as the last one!

And if you didn't read 'Nighty Night, Don't Let the Dream Hoppers Bite", you may want to go read it, because I might pull some stuff out of it. But this story can pretty much stand on it's own if you don't feel like reading the other one.

Basically, I spent a whole week with my nephew, Xavier, and observed all the bad thing he did. Then I wondered what the Flock would do with a baby...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own my plot and Xavier.

"Who's Aunt Ginny?" I whispered to Ella.

"Our Aunt on Mom's side, she lives not too far from here. About an hour, if you don't hit traffic," she answered.

Iggy groaned, "Why can't his dad do it?" he was asking my mom, "Can't he take one day off from work?"

Mom shook her head and threw a few last minute things in her purse, "Because," she told him, "Anytime he has off, he's going to be with his wife. Now," she handed me a paper, "Here's a list of numbers for emergencies only. I'll be back tomorrow night. If you need any help, you can call Jeb." Like that's gonna happen.

We walked her to the door and waved goodbye until her car was out of sight. It was just my luck my Aunt would have a baby and need help on a Friday. And to make it all the better, we get to watch her son until Sunday morning! Oh joy! What fun!

Fang looked at the clock, "Ok," he announced, "Exactly six hours till the little guy gets here. I don't know 'bout you guys, but I'm gonna go enjoy my precious hours with a six bags of Doritos and I Am Ledgend. (A/N WICKEDLY AWESOME MOVIE!!)"

Iggy, Nudge and Ella joined him, but I sent Gazzy and Angel (after much protest) to bed. Total was already dead asleep on Angel's bed.

Six hours. Six hours until I'm stuck with a one-year-old for a whole day. I stole a chip from Fang's horde.

Thank God the kid's already potty-trained.

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"Max!" Iggy called up the stairs, "Your Uncle's here!"

I moaned and rolled off my bed and onto the floor. Can you tell how excited I am? I tried to telepathically call my clothes over, not much surprise it didn't work. Fang poked his head in the door.

" Whoa," he laughed, "You look like hell."

"You don't look much better," I commented, sitting up, "What time is it?"

Fang shrugged, "I dunno," he said, "Somewhere around five."

I pulled a pillow over my face, "Too early…five more minutes…"

He came in and pulled the pillow off me, "Uh uh, you're coming down stairs. Now."

"Whyyyyyyyyy?" I moaned.

"Because the others don't know how to take care of a pet rock," he told me, "They need you. And I'm not taking any blame if they hurt the kid." I knew he was right. We once let Gazzy keep a lizard he'd found as a pet. It didn't last for more than two days.

I believe its little tombstone is still there.

I followed Fang down stairs into the living room where Iggy was setting out an array of toys and baby books. Nudge sat next to him, holding what at first looked like a lump of blankets. She smiled as we walked over.

"Oh my God, Max!" she squealed, "This little guy is soooo dang cute! He can already say my name!" She moved the blanket away and instantly a little hand grabbed it.

"No!" the lump shrieked, "No, Nudgie. I asweeeeep!"

"See?!" Nudge said, "Isn't that so adorable?!"

Fang looked out the window, "Yeah, sure. Where's his dad?" he asked, changing the subject.

Iggy handed me a big black notebook, "He came, he gave us the kid and left. He said he was rushing. And he gave us this notebook. Said it would have everything we need in it. All I could find in it was paper." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I flipped through the scribbled on pages. Favorite toys, naptime, no-nos, dos and don't's. Huh?

"I think it's a manual," Fang spoke up, "You know, like a car manual. It tells you how it works and what to do when something goes wrong. In this case; what he likes and how to keep him happy."

A baby that comes with a manual? The Voice scoffed in my head. That would be something. It would've made parenting a heck of a lot easier.

You barely had to do any parenting, Jeb. I barked back. So don't you start complaining.

I looked over at Nudge's bundle, "So, er, what does he look like?" I asked, peering into the blankets. Nudge put the lump down and unwrapped it. A little boy sat up and looked at me with big, beautiful blue eyes. His blond hair fell into his face and he had to squint to look at me.

"Who's dat?" he asked, looking back at Nudge.

Nudge giggled, "That's Max. Can you say 'Max'?"

"Max…" he echoed in a soft voice. He pointed at Fang, "Who's dat?"

"Fang."

"Fwang."

Iggy handed him a toy dog, "Can you say 'Iggy'?" he asked hopefully.

The baby thought for a second before screeching, "IgGEE!", stressing the last syllable very loudly. Then he Looked up at Fang and held his arms out, "Zazoo," he whined, "Zazoo, Fwang."

Fang raised an eyebrow and took the notebook from me. "There," he said after flipping through it, "It is a manual. Here's a list of interpretations for his baby language. 'Zazoo' means 'hold you' which mean 'hold me." He looked down at the baby, "You want me to hold you?" he asked.

The baby's response was to stretch his arms further and screech.

Fang turned to me with a 'do I have to look?' look on his face. I hesitated, but nodded. Fang rolled his eyes and awkwardly picked the little boy up.

"Wow," Fang said surprised, "He's pretty light." The baby snuggled up into Fang's arms and closed his eyes. Nudge 'aw'ed and came over to pet his little angelic head.

I reached forward and pushed the blond screen away from his eyes, "What's his name?" I asked Nudge.

Before Nudge could over her mouth, the baby opened his blue eyes and smiled, "Xavier," he whispered. His eyes twinkled and his smiled turned into a grin. All his innocence seemed to melt away.

Fang and I gave each other a worried look. He was just a baby. Baby's don't have mischievous thoughts. Right?

Right?!

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