Liz sat alone in her kitchen, staring at the two children playing in the floor. They had no idea.
No idea that their parents were aliens. No idea that they may one day have to run from the law. No idea that they may have to deal with the life that they had no choice in.
She sat the coffee mug down on the counter.
"Guys, go wash up for lunch." She asked, still not taking her eyes off of her best friends daughter or her son.
Her son. Parker had dark hair and dark eyes. You couldn't really tell which side of his family he leaned toward, because, as Michael had pointed out, Max and Liz look a little like brother and sister. That had only creeped them out for about a week.
They were on the run when Liz found out she was pregnant. They weren't even on the other side of Wyoming. They had been married for three days,that was a little snippit they were going to leave out of the family history lesson. She just couldn't stand that Maria and Michael weren't married yet, they were about to have a second child. She didn't know if god and heaven were real or not, but she most certainly wanted to run into her best friend after death if there was a heaven.
The children climbed onto the stools and sat at the counter. Liz gave them each a fork and a bowl of Mac and Cheese.
That's when it dawned on her. These children were Canadian. They would never know the heat of a New Mexico summer, they would never be able to work at The Crashdown. They would never know their grandparents.
She picks up the phone and calls the only person that makes her feel better at times when she's feeling like this.
"Max."
"Liz." He answered, "It always scares me when you call me at work." She knows what her really meant, 'I hate it when you call me at work, it cuts in on the time I have with my assistant, Janey.' What a whore.
"I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes, he is a real estate agent not a rocket scientist. "Nevermind. GO back to work."
She hung up the phone.