Max was just knocking on Michael's door when Maria, Liz walked up. Maria didn't wait for the door to be answered she just opened the door. Max reached out. "Maria, that might not be a good idea."

"Why, he might be in his shorts? I've seen those." She swung the door open as Michael reached for the handle.

Michael looked at the three; Isabel was in the kitchen stirring something on the stove. Her smile dropped as she saw Maria.

Maria walked in followed by Liz who was looking around. Max just stood behind Liz. Michael motioned for them to sit down. He glanced back at Isabel seeing her look he winked at her.

"What happened here? You letting Isabel decorate your place? Thanks Isabel, I am sure that Michael and I will enjoy it." Isabel dropped her head as she stirred.

"Maria, did you forget we broke up?"

"We do that all the time, I am willing to forgive you for being an idiot, and take you back." Max looked at Liz as she reached out a hand to Maria.

"Not going to happen, Maria. I've moved on. I really don't like fighting, or being talked down to."

"Trying to civilize you, space-boy."

"He's fine the way he is, Maria." All turned to Isabel who was standing just behind Michael.

Maria got closer looking at Isabel as Michael reached out and grabbed her arm. Nevertheless, Maria used her other arm, reached out, and smacked Isabel hard. "I hate you, man stealer."

Michael tightened her grip as Max moved up and took Maria led her to the door and practically threw her out and shut the door.

Michael turned to see the red mark on her face. He placed his hand on her cheek, it glowed, and he caressed it gently. "You all right?"

"Yeah, she's upset. She will get over it."

"Max told me your news. I didn't tell Maria, didn't know how. She followed me over here. I hate to see her hurt, but I also want you two to be happy."

"We are, Liz. Michael and I would like you and Max to stand up with us at our wedding. It's small and simple."

"We would love to. I like what you did to the apartment. It's really both of you. Isabel would you do my room for me?"

"Sure, whenever you want me to."

Max sat down as Liz sat down close to him. Isabel moved towards the kitchen, and then stopped swaying on her feet. Michael turned and grabbed her. She slowly started to collapse and he picked her up, carrying her to the chair, he sat down with her in his lap.

"Isabel?" he touched her face, afraid something had happened to her. Max came over, and ran a scan on her. He glanced at Michael.

"Must be a pregnant thing, she is okay. Just fainted. Baby is growing too. What are you going to name my nephew?"

"Don't know yet. Still hard to believe it. But I can't wait."

"Well you won't have to wait long; you've got about three weeks to get ready."

"Three weeks? I just started reading the books, and watching the videos."

Max smiled at his anxious friend. "What books?"

"Oh, I am reading up on pregnancy, and babies through the first year. I want to know it all."

"That is so sweet Michael, you are one of a kind, Isabel is so lucky."

Isabel opened her eyes. She glanced up at Michael. "I'm so embarrassed." She moved to get up.

"Maybe you need a nap."

"I don't need any nap, Michael."

"How about a glass of milk?"

"How about Max and I take you two out to dinner? Italian okay?"

"That is fine, but we have to make it early. Isabel will get tired." Isabel just rolled her eyes at him.

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Three weeks later, Isabel lay in her bed, so tired she just wanted to sleep. Michael sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her, and the fine baby boy in her arms. He had delivered their son, and had done a great job at it too. Then he healed her. He would call everyone later, after Isabel had a chance to rest.

Michael opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out his camera. He took a picture of his two favorite people. Then he leaned and kissed Isabel. "Thank you, Isabel. For the greatest gift, my son."

"Thank you, Michael. He looks just like you."

"Yeah he does, handsome devil isn't he?"

"Isabel lightly smacked him on the chest. "Idiot."

"Now I can throw away those cut out pictures of babies. I have my own now."

Isabel smiled up at him then yawned. Michael took the baby and stood up. "You rest, while I take care of him. We are going to get to know each other."

"You do that."

"Yeah going to find out what he likes, doesn't like. His views on the world." Isabel smiled as he walked over to the rocking chair and sat down. She heard his voice as she fell into a deep restful sleep, her heart filled with love for her husband and her new son.

THE END!