Disclaimer: First and foremost, I would like to say that I do not own the
rights to the show `Roswell'. I only own the original characters that I
created to `spice' up the story. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: R
Summary: The gang have finally settled into a nice routine, almost normal....no longer running for protection, but will the arrival of someone new threaten their lives?
Couple: Michael and Maria (Only mentions of relationships between Kyle and Isabel, Max and Liz. Mainly focusing on Maria and Michael)
*Author's Note: It's gonna begin out light, and then dive into the drama and all that stuff..... :) Feedback will be greatly appreciated.*
{Prologue}
"What do you mean you thought it was trash!"
That was the first thing Maria heard as she woke from her mid-afternoon nap, Isabel's outraged voice in the hallway. She groaned and tried to roll over, to cover her ears and try to sleep more, but she could hardly move in her position. She scowled as she looked down at her large stomach, almost accusingly. She was seven months pregnant...and huge...well atleast she thought so. She would curse Michael for the rest of her life if she didn't get her figure back....and she cursed him now for letting her sleep on her back. She had problems getting out of chairs now and if she slept on her back, she needed Michael to help her get up. She swore that half the time she was further along then Max had said, but...but he said she was seven months along, and they had to go along with that. They'd...Meaning herself...had given him strict orders not to tell them anything else, just that the baby was healthy, and so far...he was keeping to that promise.
"It was all crumbled up and lying on the floor Iz, I thought it was trash!"Came Kyle's disgruntled voice, almost as loud as Isabel's.
"I'll have you know that was a report I needed to turn in tomorrow for my fashion design class! You should have just left it alone...now I'll have to write the whole damn thing over again."
"Just use your powers...you should have a photographic memory or something, it can't be that hard...."
"Kyle! It took me an three hours to get that out the first time!"
"God...they're arguing again..." Maria grumbled to herself. They were almost as bad as herself and Michael, only she and Michael could turn that off with a kiss. The sexual tension between Kyle and Isabel just kept going, neither were brave enough to take that next step. She wished now that she still had her bedroom on the second floor.
They had settled down in Winter Falls, a small town in North Carolina and had ended up living together in a slightly large two story town house. When they had first moved in, so many months ago, she and Michael had called the only bedroom on the second floor, but when she had started getting big and walking up and down the stairs had become hard, they ended up switching rooms with Max and Liz....and now all she heard was Isable and Kyle arguing, or trying to get a rise out of Michael and it was beginning to take it's toll.
"Dammit! Didn't I tell you two to go suck face somewhere and get out of this funk?" An almost quiet growl asked, but Maria could tell immediately that it was Michael. "Maria's sleeping and if you too haven't noticed, she's been having more and more problems sleeping with you two always in the hall..." The voices got quiet and she couldn't tell what was being said until she heard shuffling outside her door, obviously people leaving, then Michael poking his head into their room.
He sighed as he saw her lying there in bed, awake, looking back at him.
"I was hoping you would have slept more..." He threw a dark look out into the hall before coming into the room and closing the door behind him. He moved towards the bed and held his hands out, as if to pull her up, but she simply shook her head. She felt like just lying there for the moment, "Alright..." He scratched his eyebrow before toeing off his shoes and crawling into the bed next to her.
He propped his head up with his arm and peered down at her, laying on his side as he rested one of his hands on her stomach. He smirked as he felt the baby within kick. No matter how many times he felt that, it still seemed to amaze him...and it wasn't just the kicking. It was the times he'd wake up in the middle of the night and turn towards Maria to find her lying on her back, covers kicked back, one of his shirts she'd been sleeping in raised over her protruding stomach, that he realized that this wasn't some dream...it was reality. And that image would forever be stuck with him. It was scary to think that in less than a few months, he'd be a father, it was scary to think he'd hold responsibility over another person, but it felt wonderful all the same.
"Hows my baby doing?" He questioned, obviously directed at Maria as he leaned down to kiss her lips gently before moving away and intently focusing on her stomach, "And how's my boy." That earned a chuckle from Maria.
"Why do you insist on thinking that our baby is a boy?" She questioned, "No matter how hard you wish, it won't come true...we're having a girl. I know it." She smirked as she propped herself up some on the pillows.
"Your the one always complaining about the kid kicking you so hard that it wakes you up..." He pointed out, "Kids obviously a boy."
"Hey! Girls can be kickers too..." She jabed at his shoulder, "I taught you that in the 5th grade..." She pointed out easily, then winced and rubbed her stomach as the child in question made a point of kicking her hard. "Either way...it's your demon sperm that causes it to kick so hard..." She muttered, though their was an underlining teasing to her voice.
Michael laughed as he shook his head and pushed off the bed, "Come on.....I heard Liz messing around in the kitchen, I think she's making some dinner..." He reached down to take her hands and pulled her up, half grining, half smirking as she groaned about carrying so much weight with his alien child, but he watched as her face softened when their wedding rings made clinking sounds as they hit together. He knew things were going good for now, nothing would change that...he wouldn't let it.
To Be Continued
Rating: R
Summary: The gang have finally settled into a nice routine, almost normal....no longer running for protection, but will the arrival of someone new threaten their lives?
Couple: Michael and Maria (Only mentions of relationships between Kyle and Isabel, Max and Liz. Mainly focusing on Maria and Michael)
*Author's Note: It's gonna begin out light, and then dive into the drama and all that stuff..... :) Feedback will be greatly appreciated.*
{Prologue}
"What do you mean you thought it was trash!"
That was the first thing Maria heard as she woke from her mid-afternoon nap, Isabel's outraged voice in the hallway. She groaned and tried to roll over, to cover her ears and try to sleep more, but she could hardly move in her position. She scowled as she looked down at her large stomach, almost accusingly. She was seven months pregnant...and huge...well atleast she thought so. She would curse Michael for the rest of her life if she didn't get her figure back....and she cursed him now for letting her sleep on her back. She had problems getting out of chairs now and if she slept on her back, she needed Michael to help her get up. She swore that half the time she was further along then Max had said, but...but he said she was seven months along, and they had to go along with that. They'd...Meaning herself...had given him strict orders not to tell them anything else, just that the baby was healthy, and so far...he was keeping to that promise.
"It was all crumbled up and lying on the floor Iz, I thought it was trash!"Came Kyle's disgruntled voice, almost as loud as Isabel's.
"I'll have you know that was a report I needed to turn in tomorrow for my fashion design class! You should have just left it alone...now I'll have to write the whole damn thing over again."
"Just use your powers...you should have a photographic memory or something, it can't be that hard...."
"Kyle! It took me an three hours to get that out the first time!"
"God...they're arguing again..." Maria grumbled to herself. They were almost as bad as herself and Michael, only she and Michael could turn that off with a kiss. The sexual tension between Kyle and Isabel just kept going, neither were brave enough to take that next step. She wished now that she still had her bedroom on the second floor.
They had settled down in Winter Falls, a small town in North Carolina and had ended up living together in a slightly large two story town house. When they had first moved in, so many months ago, she and Michael had called the only bedroom on the second floor, but when she had started getting big and walking up and down the stairs had become hard, they ended up switching rooms with Max and Liz....and now all she heard was Isable and Kyle arguing, or trying to get a rise out of Michael and it was beginning to take it's toll.
"Dammit! Didn't I tell you two to go suck face somewhere and get out of this funk?" An almost quiet growl asked, but Maria could tell immediately that it was Michael. "Maria's sleeping and if you too haven't noticed, she's been having more and more problems sleeping with you two always in the hall..." The voices got quiet and she couldn't tell what was being said until she heard shuffling outside her door, obviously people leaving, then Michael poking his head into their room.
He sighed as he saw her lying there in bed, awake, looking back at him.
"I was hoping you would have slept more..." He threw a dark look out into the hall before coming into the room and closing the door behind him. He moved towards the bed and held his hands out, as if to pull her up, but she simply shook her head. She felt like just lying there for the moment, "Alright..." He scratched his eyebrow before toeing off his shoes and crawling into the bed next to her.
He propped his head up with his arm and peered down at her, laying on his side as he rested one of his hands on her stomach. He smirked as he felt the baby within kick. No matter how many times he felt that, it still seemed to amaze him...and it wasn't just the kicking. It was the times he'd wake up in the middle of the night and turn towards Maria to find her lying on her back, covers kicked back, one of his shirts she'd been sleeping in raised over her protruding stomach, that he realized that this wasn't some dream...it was reality. And that image would forever be stuck with him. It was scary to think that in less than a few months, he'd be a father, it was scary to think he'd hold responsibility over another person, but it felt wonderful all the same.
"Hows my baby doing?" He questioned, obviously directed at Maria as he leaned down to kiss her lips gently before moving away and intently focusing on her stomach, "And how's my boy." That earned a chuckle from Maria.
"Why do you insist on thinking that our baby is a boy?" She questioned, "No matter how hard you wish, it won't come true...we're having a girl. I know it." She smirked as she propped herself up some on the pillows.
"Your the one always complaining about the kid kicking you so hard that it wakes you up..." He pointed out, "Kids obviously a boy."
"Hey! Girls can be kickers too..." She jabed at his shoulder, "I taught you that in the 5th grade..." She pointed out easily, then winced and rubbed her stomach as the child in question made a point of kicking her hard. "Either way...it's your demon sperm that causes it to kick so hard..." She muttered, though their was an underlining teasing to her voice.
Michael laughed as he shook his head and pushed off the bed, "Come on.....I heard Liz messing around in the kitchen, I think she's making some dinner..." He reached down to take her hands and pulled her up, half grining, half smirking as she groaned about carrying so much weight with his alien child, but he watched as her face softened when their wedding rings made clinking sounds as they hit together. He knew things were going good for now, nothing would change that...he wouldn't let it.
To Be Continued