I really liked the brief Maxie/Milo scenes at the nurse's Ball this year, so I've decided to write a little story about the two of them together. Why not give it a try? Maxie desperately needs a story & a love interest, and I always liked Milo. I think they'd work great together.
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"Don't cry. Shh, don't cry. Are you hungry? I bet you are hungry, huh? C'mon. No more tears. I'm going to fix you right up." Milo stuck his hand into the diaper bag, fishing around blindly for the bottle while lightly bouncing the screaming six-month-old on his knee. He closed his fingers around the plastic cylinder and yanked it from the sack. He pulled it free with too much force, and the bottle went flying from his fingers, sailing into a bush several feet away.
How was it that he could once handle a 9mm pistol, easy-peasy, but yet it was a simple baby bottle making his hands sweat?
"And there it goes," Milo sighed. "Alright, I have another. I think."
The baby continued to wail loudly and vehemently. Milo flushed, noticing strangers in the park walking by, staring and whispering as if they thought he was pinching the little girl within an inch of her life to make her scream that way.
"Okay, now this is unexpected," a familiar, lilting voice suddenly perked up his ears.
Milo looked over his shoulder. A newly brunette Maxie Jones stood there, dressed in a frilly yellow summer dress, clutching an expensive handbag. "Hey, Maxie," Milo said sheepishly.
"Hi, Milo," she replied. "Did you kidnap a baby or something?"
Milo's stomach knotted painfully. Did she really think he would do something like that? "I would never -"
She held up her hand. "I'm teasing. Really."
The baby continued to scream. "Do you need some help?"
He nodded vigorously. "Yes. Please."
Maxie scooted over to him. She set her handbag down on the bench and gently took the baby from his arms, cradling the infant to her ample chest. Milo just stared at them, until Maxie pointedly nodded her head at the diaper bag. "Ahem. A bottle," she said. "Do you happen to have another one of those in your bag of tricks?"
"Yes. I am pretty sure I do." Willing his hands steady, Milo grabbed the diaper bag and looked inside. There was one more bottle. He held it up triumphantly.
Maxie wriggled her fingers underneath the baby's chubby legs and Milo deposited the bottle carefully in her outstretched digits. Maxie shifted the squalling tot just so and pressed the rubber nipple to her tiny, pink lips. The baby resisted latching on at first, but finally took it, and began chugging away. Milo watched the two females in wonder.
"You're a miracle worker," he said to Maxie.
"I have three kids. I guess you could say I've had a lot of practice," she shrugged. She cooed at the baby.
"You came along at the exact right moment. I was about ready to start ripping out my hair."
"Oh, God. I am so glad you didn't do that," Maxie said. "Bald is not always beautiful, except in the case of this little girl here, of course." She smiled at the baby. "Any-hoo, who is this little princess anyway?"
Milo swallowed. "She is my ... She is my daughter."
Maxie's eyes went impossibly wide. "Did you say she is your daughter?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Milo Giambetti, you've been holding out on me. I want details and I want them now. Start talking."