[b] I'm on a roll tonight guys! It might be a while before I get the next
part up! I typed this all in less than an hour!
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. Rating: PG-13 Couple: M/L
Requirements:
- No POV's
- No aliens
- Any rating
- Must end with Max and Liz together. [/b]
"Mama, will you stop now?" Aidan asked Liz.
"Yes, Aidan. Do you want breakfast before we go?" She collected her needed piano music for her orchestra audition.
"Yes. Oatmeal." He sat down and figured out the "Blue's Clues" way before Steve did.
The phone rang. "Hello?" She picked up.
"Hey, it's me, Max." She heard.
"Hi." She didn't say his name so Aidan wouldn't throw a fit.
"Hey, what are you doing today?" He asked quietly.
"I have an audition for the college orchestra, Aidan's going to daycare this morning." She told him.
"What time will you pick him up?" He asked.
"Around noon."
"Perfect. Liz, could you do something for me please?" He asked.
"Sure." Liz said without hesitation. "What do you need?"
"Lily has asthma." He said quickly.
"Oh, poor thing. Is she OK?" Liz asked concerned.
"She had an attack last night. She's still a little weak, she's on the machine right now. Could you, when you pick up Aidan, check on her. She's a little shy about it and won't tell anyone if she can't breathe except me." He explained. "I'd have my mother or Gracie but they just left to visit my grandmother up in Palmdale."
"Just check on her, make sure she's breathing ok?" Max asked. "I'll be on break so just call me if she's not?"
"Sure." She said.
"Ok.. I have to go. You have my cell number right?"
"Yes. Go so you're not late." She rushed him. "Goodbye."
"Bye, Liz." He said much more relieved.
****
"Ms. Parker, I've never seen anyone that can sight read Shepherd's Hey." The conductor said amazed. "How long have you played?"
"Since I was four." She said.
"Outstanding. When can you start? We've needed and accompanist for a long while." He said happily.
"I do have a two year old, soon to be three. I have to work around him." She said making her position clear.
"And the father?" He asked annoyed that such talent had gone to waste at some teenage whim.
"My late husband died a few years ago." She made sure he was very clear that Aidan was perfectly legitimate.
"I'm sorry for implying, Mrs. Parker, then?" He asked once again happy.
"Correct." She nodded.
"Well, if we tell you enough in advance, could you play for us Mrs. Parker?" He asked with hope.
"Yes, or if there was a schedule."
"That can be arranged. Thank you very much, Mrs. Parker." The conductor shook her hand.
"Thank you." Liz responded pleased with herself.
"Practice on Tuesday." He informed her.
"Alright." She agreed and hurried to the daycare center.
****
Aidan ran happily towards the door. "Wait Aidan, we have to check on Lily first." Liz grabbed his hand and directed him towards the two and under room.
"Lily's here?" He asked.
"Yes, she is."
"Why she wasn't with me?" He said angrily.
"Because you go with the three year olds now, Sweet."
"No. Lily too!" He said defiantly and stopped.
"Lily's too little for the three year old room." She bent down to his level.
"I miss her." He said hugging Liz.
"I know. Let's go see how she's doing." Liz stood up again.
Lily laid on her cot with her blanket over her head, fingers in her mouth. It was hard to breathe. She felt that scratchy feeling again. She wanted her Dada, but he wasn't here. She'd even settle for Aunt Gracie. Her eyes started to cloud with tears. She took deep breaths which wasn't ver easy.
The world started to spin. Tears poured from her eyes. She was concentrating on breathing. Getting the air to her lungs desperately.
She was starting to panic. Pretty soon there wouldn't be any air for her to scream with.
Lily started to drift off to sleep, when she heard a familiar voice. Liz!
"Mrs. McConnell, Max wanted me to check up on Lilian." She said stopping at the desk.
"She's sleeping, right now."
"Um, OK, how has her breathing been?" She Liz shifted.
"She hasn't complained."
"She doesn't complain." Liz said worried.
"May I see her?"
"She's sleeping."
"Mrs. McConnell, please I need to call Max and let him know." Liz said irritated with the lady.
"Call him and tell him that she's sleeping." She said.
"Mrs. McConnell, please." Liz said determined.
"Liz!" She heard her voice.
Liz's head shot up. "Lily?"
At the sight of Liz, Lily burst into tears. "Liz." She held her hands out to her.
Ignoring Mrs. McConnell's protests, she stepped behind the desk and went to Lily's cot.
"Are you alright, Lily?" Liz scooped her up.
"Mrs. Parker!" Mrs. McConnell said annoyed.
Liz ignored her. "Lily, say something." Liz looked at her worriedly.
Lily's breathing grew shallower. "Help, Dada." Her normally chirpy voice scratchy.
She called out for him, even though he wasn't anywhere in sight.
"She can't breathe, Mrs. McConnell, do you have her nebulizer here?"
"No, Max didn't leave one."
"Then call 911!" Liz said angrily. How was such a woman in charge of daycare?
"I'm calling."
"Lily, look at me." Liz said trying to keep her focused.
"Dada!" She called. He could help her, he always did.
"He's coming." She'd call him from the hospital.
The ambulance was there soon.
Liz climbed inside the back and pulled a very scared Aidan up behind her. "Is Lily ok, Mama?" He asked worriedly.
"Yes, she will be." They had her hooked up to a breathing treatment.
Her eyes were still frantically looking for her dada. Her eyes landed on Liz and she started crying again. "Liz!" She said through the mask.
"Are you her mother?" One of the EMTs asked.
"No, she wouldn't call me Liz if I were. I'm her father's girlfriend."
"What can you tell us about her?" He said patiently.
"Her name is Lilian Evans, middle name Grace. She's fifteen months old. She was born on March 11, 2005." She told him. "Oh, yeah, she was two months premature."
"Anything more?"
"Her doctor is Dr. Reyes." That's all she could recall. "That's it."
"Can you contact her father for me?" He asked.
"Yes." She pulled out her cell.
"Max." She said trying to stay calm when he answered the phone.
"Liz?" He heard the distress in her tone.
"Go to CHOC ER, we're on the way there with Lily." She said simply, and then hung up the phone before she burst into tears herself.
[b]TBC
A/N: About Lily's asthma, I had my first asthma attack when I was four and it's only gotten worse as I've gotten older. But I remember how scared I was when I had my first one and I was four. I can't even imagine a fifteen month old. So that's that. Mattie[/b]
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. Rating: PG-13 Couple: M/L
Requirements:
- No POV's
- No aliens
- Any rating
- Must end with Max and Liz together. [/b]
"Mama, will you stop now?" Aidan asked Liz.
"Yes, Aidan. Do you want breakfast before we go?" She collected her needed piano music for her orchestra audition.
"Yes. Oatmeal." He sat down and figured out the "Blue's Clues" way before Steve did.
The phone rang. "Hello?" She picked up.
"Hey, it's me, Max." She heard.
"Hi." She didn't say his name so Aidan wouldn't throw a fit.
"Hey, what are you doing today?" He asked quietly.
"I have an audition for the college orchestra, Aidan's going to daycare this morning." She told him.
"What time will you pick him up?" He asked.
"Around noon."
"Perfect. Liz, could you do something for me please?" He asked.
"Sure." Liz said without hesitation. "What do you need?"
"Lily has asthma." He said quickly.
"Oh, poor thing. Is she OK?" Liz asked concerned.
"She had an attack last night. She's still a little weak, she's on the machine right now. Could you, when you pick up Aidan, check on her. She's a little shy about it and won't tell anyone if she can't breathe except me." He explained. "I'd have my mother or Gracie but they just left to visit my grandmother up in Palmdale."
"Just check on her, make sure she's breathing ok?" Max asked. "I'll be on break so just call me if she's not?"
"Sure." She said.
"Ok.. I have to go. You have my cell number right?"
"Yes. Go so you're not late." She rushed him. "Goodbye."
"Bye, Liz." He said much more relieved.
****
"Ms. Parker, I've never seen anyone that can sight read Shepherd's Hey." The conductor said amazed. "How long have you played?"
"Since I was four." She said.
"Outstanding. When can you start? We've needed and accompanist for a long while." He said happily.
"I do have a two year old, soon to be three. I have to work around him." She said making her position clear.
"And the father?" He asked annoyed that such talent had gone to waste at some teenage whim.
"My late husband died a few years ago." She made sure he was very clear that Aidan was perfectly legitimate.
"I'm sorry for implying, Mrs. Parker, then?" He asked once again happy.
"Correct." She nodded.
"Well, if we tell you enough in advance, could you play for us Mrs. Parker?" He asked with hope.
"Yes, or if there was a schedule."
"That can be arranged. Thank you very much, Mrs. Parker." The conductor shook her hand.
"Thank you." Liz responded pleased with herself.
"Practice on Tuesday." He informed her.
"Alright." She agreed and hurried to the daycare center.
****
Aidan ran happily towards the door. "Wait Aidan, we have to check on Lily first." Liz grabbed his hand and directed him towards the two and under room.
"Lily's here?" He asked.
"Yes, she is."
"Why she wasn't with me?" He said angrily.
"Because you go with the three year olds now, Sweet."
"No. Lily too!" He said defiantly and stopped.
"Lily's too little for the three year old room." She bent down to his level.
"I miss her." He said hugging Liz.
"I know. Let's go see how she's doing." Liz stood up again.
Lily laid on her cot with her blanket over her head, fingers in her mouth. It was hard to breathe. She felt that scratchy feeling again. She wanted her Dada, but he wasn't here. She'd even settle for Aunt Gracie. Her eyes started to cloud with tears. She took deep breaths which wasn't ver easy.
The world started to spin. Tears poured from her eyes. She was concentrating on breathing. Getting the air to her lungs desperately.
She was starting to panic. Pretty soon there wouldn't be any air for her to scream with.
Lily started to drift off to sleep, when she heard a familiar voice. Liz!
"Mrs. McConnell, Max wanted me to check up on Lilian." She said stopping at the desk.
"She's sleeping, right now."
"Um, OK, how has her breathing been?" She Liz shifted.
"She hasn't complained."
"She doesn't complain." Liz said worried.
"May I see her?"
"She's sleeping."
"Mrs. McConnell, please I need to call Max and let him know." Liz said irritated with the lady.
"Call him and tell him that she's sleeping." She said.
"Mrs. McConnell, please." Liz said determined.
"Liz!" She heard her voice.
Liz's head shot up. "Lily?"
At the sight of Liz, Lily burst into tears. "Liz." She held her hands out to her.
Ignoring Mrs. McConnell's protests, she stepped behind the desk and went to Lily's cot.
"Are you alright, Lily?" Liz scooped her up.
"Mrs. Parker!" Mrs. McConnell said annoyed.
Liz ignored her. "Lily, say something." Liz looked at her worriedly.
Lily's breathing grew shallower. "Help, Dada." Her normally chirpy voice scratchy.
She called out for him, even though he wasn't anywhere in sight.
"She can't breathe, Mrs. McConnell, do you have her nebulizer here?"
"No, Max didn't leave one."
"Then call 911!" Liz said angrily. How was such a woman in charge of daycare?
"I'm calling."
"Lily, look at me." Liz said trying to keep her focused.
"Dada!" She called. He could help her, he always did.
"He's coming." She'd call him from the hospital.
The ambulance was there soon.
Liz climbed inside the back and pulled a very scared Aidan up behind her. "Is Lily ok, Mama?" He asked worriedly.
"Yes, she will be." They had her hooked up to a breathing treatment.
Her eyes were still frantically looking for her dada. Her eyes landed on Liz and she started crying again. "Liz!" She said through the mask.
"Are you her mother?" One of the EMTs asked.
"No, she wouldn't call me Liz if I were. I'm her father's girlfriend."
"What can you tell us about her?" He said patiently.
"Her name is Lilian Evans, middle name Grace. She's fifteen months old. She was born on March 11, 2005." She told him. "Oh, yeah, she was two months premature."
"Anything more?"
"Her doctor is Dr. Reyes." That's all she could recall. "That's it."
"Can you contact her father for me?" He asked.
"Yes." She pulled out her cell.
"Max." She said trying to stay calm when he answered the phone.
"Liz?" He heard the distress in her tone.
"Go to CHOC ER, we're on the way there with Lily." She said simply, and then hung up the phone before she burst into tears herself.
[b]TBC
A/N: About Lily's asthma, I had my first asthma attack when I was four and it's only gotten worse as I've gotten older. But I remember how scared I was when I had my first one and I was four. I can't even imagine a fifteen month old. So that's that. Mattie[/b]