A/N: Baby, its cold outside. No seriously it's freezing down here. It was pretty warm yesterday but whatever I guess. Here's 'baby it's cold outside', again with tiny babies whom were well received yesterday.

Zoey, ever the godmother, had taken their daughter Zenia to the winter carnival in Seabrook. Sure, Zenia has gone with her parents earlier that week but she was an excitable two year-old and it never hurt to have some peace and quiet. On top of Zenia being out of the house, the amount of snow had gotten Addison to call a 'snow day' which meant both her and Zed could stay in all day.

So the first thing they did was sleep. It was amazing. They didn't have to worry about their daughter and it was the first time they'd been truly, completely alone in months. All of that would change soon too, once Baby #2 was born in the coming days/week. It could have been that day, considering Addison had been complaining of contractions that morning. Either way, they were set on cuddling in bed, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and each other and the heater.

"Shit," Addison hissed, pulling her husband from his sleep.

"Mm, what?" Zed asked tiredly.

Addison turned her head and frowned. "Nothing, nothing. I'm fine."

Zed let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes. "Sure? It's not a good sign to hear your very pregnant wife curse. Especially since we had just gone a whole month without the swear jar."

"Har har," Addison deadpanned. She rolled her eyes and said, "It was just a shock. I hate them so much."

"Welcome to my life," Zed said with a kiss to her neck. "Except mine are much more persistent."

Addison whined and turned to lay on her back. She rubbed her swollen stomach and said with a frown, "Hey Alexander if be great if you made an appearance anytime soon."

"Yeah Alexander," Zed agreed. He reached over and covered her hand with his own. Coincidentally, it was the same hand with their wedding bands and their Z-bands (Zed's real and Addison's temporary). "Then we won't have to drive to Seabrook for Thanksgiving."

Addison let out a laughed. "It's not a horrible drive."

"Everything is horrible when you're almost nine months pregnant on the tips of your toes just waiting for the fucking baby to get here."

"That's a quarter, good sir."

Zed rolled his eyes playfully. "Remind me later. But my point still stands."

Addison nodded. "I don't wanna leave the house right now though," she said. "I'm so comfy and it's so cold outside."

Zed grinned and nuzzled his smile into the crook of her neck. "I really can't stay," he sang, his voice muffled by her skin.

Addison smiled. "But baby it's cold outside."

"I've got to go away."

"Baby it's cold outside."

"This evening—"

Addison made a strange noise and Zed frowned at her. "Oh, I think today might actually be the day," she said.

Zed raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding."

"Um, do you want to feel between my legs? They're wet as fuck."

Zed chewer his lip. "That's a quarter, Baby."

Addison slapped his arm. "This is serious! My water broke!"

Zed sat up and stretched up. "Okay okay. It's cold outside but I guess we can go to the hospital."

"You think you're so funny, don't you Mr. Necrodopolus?"

Zed leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Of course, Mrs. Necrodopolus. Now let's go have a baby."

"It's way too cold," Bucky complained.

Eliza rolled her eyes. "You don't have to be here, Bucky," she reminded him. She smiled cheekily and said, "Bonzo can just be godfather again."

Bucky shook his head. "No way, I worked too hard with that last kid to prove I could be a good godfather to Alexander."

Eliza rolled her eyes again. November had been hit with a horrible cold front and of course her godson had decided he was going to be born on the coldest day of the year (so far). He had better be cute.

Zoey arrived not too long later with a sleeping Zenia in her car seat. Zoey looked frazzled and like she had run from the parking lot to the waiting room, which she probably had. "Did I miss it?"

"No, we've been here forever," Bucky complained.

"Forty minutes," Eliza stated. "It's been forty minutes."

"Yeah but her contractions were barely five minutes apart," Bucky said. "She should've been pushing by the time we got here but we've been here forever!"

As if on cue, Bucky's aunt Missy came into the waiting room. She smiled breathlessly, already removing her gloves. "Everything's looking good and Zed and Addison want to see…" She paused and pretended to search the room before pointing at both Bucky and Eliza (the chosen godparents). "Come on."

Eliza fought back her excitement and followed Missy to Addison's room. The grandmother put a finger to her lips, telling them to be quiet, then opened the door. Both Zed and Addison were squished on the bed with the tiny sleeping newborn in his mother's arm. Addison's gown was open and the baby was against her bare skin and Zed was shirtless, probably because he had been holding the newborn at some point.

"I'll go keep Zoey company," Missy whispered. "You know where to find me." With that, she left the room again.

"How long has it been since he was born?" Bucky whispered.

Zed and Addison looked up at them. Zed glanced at his watch while Addison went back to staring at her newborn. "Eight minutes," Zed whispered. "He's out like a light, isn't it amazing?"

"Zenia was so restless when she was born," Addison said quietly. She looked up at them and asked, "Did Zoey make it? Is Zenia okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky nodded. "Zenia is asleep."

"Bree and Bonzo send their love," Eliza added. "They said they'll stop by your house when they get back in town."

Addison nodded along. "Okay. Yeah."

"You don't have to stand so far, you know," Zed whispered. He slid off the bed and pulled his long sleeve back on.

"Aw," Addison teased. "Take it off again."

"You're very lively for someone who just gave birth," Zed pointed out.

Addison ignored him. She looked up at her cousin and close friend. "Do you guys wanna hold him?" she asked.

"Depends, do I have to take off my shirt too?" Eliza joked.

Addison laughed quietly. Zed made his way around the bed to them. "Here, I got it Addy. Take a break, you've done awesome today."

Addison smiled and let him take the newborn from her arms. Then she relaxed back against the bed and let out a breath. Zed turned to his friends and asked, "Who wants to hold him first?"

"Me," Eliza stated, while Bucky said, "She can go first."

Eliza didn't need much help in holding him (she'd gone through the overparenting with their first kid and Bree's kid). Still she let Zed adjust her arms and guide her through it, knowing it put both him and his wife at ease.

Alexander was really really cute. His skin was still incredibly pale and a little veiny but his humans genes would soon kick in and he'd be fine in the end. He was a tiny ball of wrinkles that squirmed in her arms. Eliza smiled softly at him.

"Every time I hold one of these things it makes me want a kid of my own," she said in a soft voice to no one in particular. Then she said to her godson, "Hey there. You made me leave my house when it was freezing outside. Hear that, baby? It's cold outside. But you're so cute and precious I'll let it slide."