A/N: Totally did not post the wrong chapter…or something like that. Today is cuddle/blanket, duh.

So this is the second part of chapter 1 (snow day) and it gets a tiny bit angsty so please don't be upset. Tomorrow's will be cute, I promise!

The snow day ended close to eleven in the morning, when Zander started complaining of the cold. Once they were inside, they shed their snow clothes and Zed and Addison split up to get them in a warm bath and even warmer clothes. By the time Addison had gotten her son dressed, he was fighting off sleep. She brought him down the stairs and laid him in his sleeping corner (an arrangement of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals, included Zander the Dog which was a gift from his aunt).

When she turned around Zed was carrying Zenia down the stairs. She was explaining some far fetched concept (probably about the snow). Zed caught Addison's eye, watching as she gestured to their sleeping son.

"Okay Zenia, you gotta quiet down because Zander is sleeping," Zed whispered. "Inside voices, okay?"

Zenia nodded. "Inside voices," she repeated in a loud whisper.

Zed nodded and set her down. "Here, I'll put on Disney Jr. but you have to stay in here, okay?"

Zenia nodded and climbed up onto the couch. Addison made her way into the kitchen and a few minutes later Zed joined her.

"Hey," he said.

Addison smiled and turned to face him, kissing his cheek. "Hey. I'm so tired."

Zed chuckled and nodded. He took her hand and pulled her down into his lap as he sat down. He wrapped his arms around her middle and pressed a kiss to the top of her spine, sending chills down her back. "I love you," Zed reminded her. "I don't think I say it enough."

"Mm, I love you too," Addison murmured. "What do you want for lunch?"

"It's barely noon."

"Zander will wake up starving," Addison told him. "He takes after his father, ya'know."

Zed grinned. "I dunno. Something warm, definitely. And not soup, I'm so sick of soup."

"Zander's two he can't eat the same things you can. And unless you plan on making multiple meals we're all eating the same thing."

Zed chuckled and Addison stood up, moving to the refrigerator. "Chicken nuggets?"

"Only if they're shaped like dinosaurs."

Addison giggled and opened the freezer. She pulled out a bag of frozen chicken nuggets and nodded. "Yup, dinosaurs. And we have tater tots too. I don't know about you but I'm in a tater mood."

"I'll have whatever you're having," Zed said with a shrug.

Addison put the food back in the freezer. "It's twelve now, so I could start cooking a little after one and be done around two. Zander should be up by then."

Zed nodded and stood up. "Sounds like a plan. Whatever shall we do in the meantime?"

Addison rolled her eyes. "I have a sneaky suspicion you want another baby, which is a hard no."

"No I don't!" Zed protested. "Is it so wrong to want to love my wife every chance I get."

Addison nodded. "Yes it is. Now you can either clean the bathrooms or do the laundry, but I want to do laundry so go clean the bathrooms."

"This is so not better than—"

Addison interrupted him quickly, "Four year-old daughter in the other room!"

Addison had finished setting the clothes to wash when she heard the crying and screaming from upstairs. She didn't even think to distinguish the voice—if it was Zenia then something was wrong and Zander would also start crying and if it were Zander then he'd just woken up screaming and crying and both of those were not good.

She was in the living room a few seconds before Zed, already analyzing the damage. Zenia was kneeling by Zander's corner, trying her best to console him while he cried and fidgeted about. Addison bent down and picked him up and he immediately embraced her.

"It's okay baby, Mommy's here," Addison said soothingly. She looked at Zed and said, "Diaper, temperature, then food."

"Right."

Addison went into the downstairs bathroom, kicking the door closed with her foot.

Zed crouched down to talk to Zenia. "Hey what happened?"

"He just started screaming and crying! I tried to get him a'sleep but he kept cryin' then you and Mommy came—"

"Hey, it's okay, you tried and that's what matters," Zed said. "Go back to tv okay?"

Zenia nodded, then glanced at the ground nervously. "Don't worry, everything is fine," Zed assured her. She lifted her up and sat her on the couch.

"Okay Daddy," she said. She waited for him to walk into the bathroom before crawling off the couch, running to the stairs. She did what she had seen her parents do hundreds of times to unlock the baby gate then relock it.

When Zed has entered the bathroom he found his wife still rocking the slowly quieting toddler. "Diaper?"

"Clean," Addison said. "His temp is normal and there's nothing on the band. Hopefully he's just hungry."

Zed nodded in agreement. A thought flashed across his mind and came tumbling from his lips before he could think it over. "What if it's sleep terrors?"

Addison's look of fear matched Zed's. They both knew their son was old enough to let them know when he was hungry and especially when he wanted something. He only really cried when he didn't get something or had hurt himself, or had seen something scary. And this wasn't the first time he'd woken up crying and screaming.

"Or maybe he's just hungry," Zed said. "I'll go grab a pudding cup or something."

"No, you're right," Addison said. "He's quieting down. He-he probably just had a nightmare."

"Addy," Zed said. "I think it might be his Zombie."

Addison raised an eyebrow. "His Zombie is, um, developing." Zed explained. "Zoey starting having nightmares when she was around one and the doctor said it was just her Zombie manifesting into its own consciousness."

"But this didn't happen to Zenia," Addison argued. "And Zander is two! That's a whole year after Zoey!"

"Yeah but Zenia is way more human that Zander and Zoey is way more Zombie," Zed said a little hopelessly. He stepped toward Addison and wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, embracing both her and Zander. "But we know Zander is way more Zombie than human."

Addison nodded regretfully. She sniffed and pulled away from Zed. Zander had stopped crying by then but when Addison looked at his face his cheeks had tear stains on them.

"I hate this so much," she said quietly. She looked at her husband and asked, "Can we move his crib back in to our room? In case it happens again? I want to be closer to him at night."

"Yeah, we can do that," Zed nodded.

Addison let out a soft breath. She turned her attention to Zander, frowning when she saw he was pulling on his tiny Z-Band. "Don't do that," she warned him, moving his band away. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his hair. "I love you, baby boy."

"Come on, let's go back outside," Zed said.

They stepped out of the bathroom and made their way back into the living room, where they found Eliza and Zenia turning their living room into a mess of pillows and blankets.

"What're you doing?" Zed asked, both his daughter and his best friend.

"Zander was sad and I wanna make him happy again!" Zenia explained.

"I was talking to her through her window," Eliza added.

Addison couldn't help but smile softly. "That's really sweet," Addison said. She wiped her son's cheeks then set him on the ground, watching him run to his sister and godmother.

Zed and Addison crawled onto the pile and moved to the center. Zed lifted up Zenia and said, "I leave you alone for five minutes." He tickled her stomach and she giggled in response.

Addison scooter into his side and rested her cheek on his arm. Zander had taken to playing with Eliza, a lot happier and cheerier than before. They stayed on the floor watching Disney Jr.'s Christmas specials until Addison had to get up to make lunch.

After lunch and another hour of playing, both kids had fallen asleep in the living room. Eliza and Zed had joined Addison in the basement to finish the laundry with a baby monitor.

They had been folding quietly until Zed said, "E, I have a bad feeling that Zander's Zombie is developing."

When Eliza froze, Addison knew it was a bad situation. "He had a nightmare or something?"

"It's the third time this week," Addison said sadly. "It's bad, isn't it?"

Eliza nodded, not even beating around the bush. "It's horrifying. It's…it's like that footage of Zombies from the outbreak, but in a dream. It's so freaky. I'm an adult and I hate getting those nightmares."

Zed looked at his wife's crushed face and watery eyes. "Eliza!" he exclaimed.

"I'm not gonna lie to her," she said. "Those nightmares are horrible. I'm surprised she doesn't already know, since you have horrible ones."

"Zed?"

Zed shrugged. "I'm used to them now. I got them all the time in high school, especially when I was messing with my Z-Band. The real concern is what we're gonna do with Zander."

"He's two, it's not like you can explain to him what's going on," Eliza stated.

She looked like she had been hit with an idea which Zed immediately shut down. "No, don't even say it."

"Say what?" Addison asked.

"In Zombietown, when babies and toddlers would get nightmares like that parents could take them to containment," Eliza said quickly.

"I'm not doing it!" Zed interrupted. "So…so don't even finish that thought."

Addison looked at Eliza, raising an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. "One parent would go in and they'd go offline. The baby would cry but they'd see it's just their parent and the other parent isn't scared and they'd know not to be too scared of Zombies because they're loving, caring parent is a Zombie and the other loving, caring parent isn't scared of Zombies."

Now she understood. Zed was the only Zombie but he didn't want to go offline, especially with the risk of terrifying his son. But Addison didn't want her son to have night terrors, to heat him wake up screaming and crying. It was a huge problem.

"I'm not talking about this," Zed stated. "I won't—I can't go offline. I…" He sighed sadly, looking between the two women with tearful eyes. "I don't want him to be afraid of me."

a/n: Maybe someday I'll come back and continue this (I definitely will). In the meantime enjoy this! Until tomorrow, when I really get the days right!