Chapter 11 - Liz-POV
It was two weeks after I had been in the hospital. I still had to talk to everyone about the past, but we had to be really careful. Just last week, Max found a video camera on top of his parents' fridge. Thankfully no one uses their powers at the Evans' so we weren't caught. After that Alex got a hold of some sort of scanner that showed any other camera's lying around. I don't understand technology, but he assured us we were clean.
"Here's your water, baby. I went to the shop to get it. I know you hate the stuff downstairs. To be honest, I agree with you." My mom said as she walked into my room.
"Thanks, mom." I replied. "Why don't you sit and talk. We haven't spent much time together lately. I miss us talking."
"I know, Liz. I have too." She sat on the edge of my bed. "So . . . how are you feeling? With Max and the baby."
"Honestly mom. I love it. I love him. At first I was a little scared, but now . . . I think that the idea has sunk in. I caught myself looking at baby clothes yesterday when I was shopping."
"You know something, Lizzie. You are not the only one. I walked in on your dad looking on the internet at prams and cribs."
We laughed together.
"At least he's accepting it. I thought that he would have been the one who would be a problem, but he's fine. It's Max's parents who are the problem." I sighed.
"I guess they didn't take the news well then?"
"No. They completely went off on one. They thought that I was using him for his money!" I cried.
"I don't know how they dare! We have more than enough money to help with you and the baby. They should be happy that they are getting a grandchild."
"I honestly have no idea what they are thinking." Well that was true because I didn't use my telepathy last time I saw them.
We sat in comfortable silence for a few minuets, and then my mom brought it up.
"Honey, I know that with Max having trouble with his parents and them giving him the silent treatment isn't really helping your relationship ... so your dad and I have been thinking about moving."
I looked up in shock. Moving! My parents were making me move away from Max!
"Oh, no honey. Not you moving. Your dad and I. We've been talking and we think that you and Max should have this apartment. With the baby on the way and everything. Well, you need somewhere to live together and your dad said that he saw a cute little cottage 10 minutes away. You know how much I wanted a cottage way back in the day."
"Wait. Mom? Are you serious?" I interrupted. "I mean, this is just incredible. Thank you. I love you so much." We hugged and I ran out to find my dad. "Daddy! I love you, Dad. You are the best person in the world!"
He laughed at me. "I guess your mother told you, then? Well, we'll be gone in two weeks so you can do whatever you want to this place. Just don't burn it down!"
I squealed. "I love you! Mom, can I go over to Michael's?" I begged.
Both my parents laughed at me. "Honey, if that means you're going to scream down his house instead of this one, I'm begging you to go." My dad said.
"Bye!" I ran out the door and drove to Michael's.
Max met me outside since he could sense my excitement. Oh, yeah. That's one of the new tricks thank to the baby. Max and I are bonded and we can sense each others emotions.
"Woah, babe. What's going on?" He asked kissing me hello.
"We have an apartment. My parents are moving out in two weeks and they are giving the place to us! Isn't it fantastic!"
"What? Seriously?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Does that mean I won't have to sleep on Michael's couch anymore?" He smirked.
Ever since Max had told his parents about the baby, they kicked him out, so he crashed at Michael's place over the last two weeks. I told him that he didn't need to, that he could stay with me, but he just said that he wouldn't want to bother my parents.
I slapped his shoulder. "That's your own fault Max Evans. I told you that you could stay with me and my parents, but you didn't believe me did you?" I sighed. "Come on. Let's go to Michael's. I still need to tell you guys about the prophecy."