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That's what she said OHHHH - Okay. I'm done. (Forgive me, we had Sex Ed class today. Needless to say, it was hilarious. Our teacher wanted to "break the ice" by having us all yell "SEX" at the top of our lungs.)

I think he has issues.

DISCLAIMER:I do NOT own The Suite Life on Deck in any way, shape, or form, and I probably never will.

Mr. Moseby sighed in contentment as he finished ironing his last pocket hankie and unplugged the machine. He folded each one expertly and placed them in his front pocket.

"A good day's work!" he said, quite satisfied with himself. The ship's manager decided to go out for a stroll on the Sky Deck and observe the passengers.

He walked out the door and was immediately greeted by the sound of wailing babies. Mr. Moseby frowned as the wailing wasn't stopping and he quickly located the source of the sound. His eyes scanned the deck and rested on a bush of curly hair.

"Woody, what are you – is that a baby?!" he yelped as he saw the baby in Addison's arms.

"Yeah, this is Patrick," Woody said, grinning. "Looky here, Pat, you got a godfather!"

Mr. Moseby was at a loss for words. He finally got out, "So soon?!"

"Whaddaya mean?" Woody said, confused.

Mr. Moseby decided that it was better not to explain to Woody. Then, a horrifying thought struck him. "Oh, the poor maid who has to wash the sheets this afternoon. . ."

Maya and Zack had come up behind him, also drawn by the loud sound. They also happened to overhear the conversation, which was quickly going the wrong way.

They burst into laughter, Maya holding her stomach and only barely being held upright because of the thought of crushing Alex, and Zack's tears streaming down his face. Mr. Moseby growled at them before he noticed the babies in their arms too. "You allhad se – "

"No, Mr. Moseby," Maya said, gasping for breath and still letting laughter escape. "This is a project for school. Ms. Tutweiler assigned us this project."

The expression on Mr. Moseby's face was absolutely hilarious. He took out a pocket hankie and dabbed at the bead of sweat that had formed on his forhead. "Oh. Well then." Just then, Patrick began to cry again. "Care to explain why your baby is driving all of the passengers off the Sky Deck with that awful racket it's making?"

"I'm sorry," Addison apologized. "But isn't he cute?"

Mr. Moseby gave an exasperated sigh. "I remember when London and Maddie had to take care of one of these. . .abominations back at the Tipton. What a long, terrible week." He shook his head, frowning at Woody and Addison''s still-sobbing baby.

The baby wailed and spit up on Addison's shirt, whimpering. Mr. Moseby looked at the baby and grimaced. "Yes, it's positively adorable."

"Aww, Moseby, don't be like that," Zack said, grinning. "See, we have good little babies." He presented Caleb and Maya showed Alex, who were quiet.

Just as Mr. Moseby peered at the babies and began to smile, Addison and Woody's baby resumed crying. "That is it!" he exploded. "Get those things off the Sky Deck immediately!"

Maya shrugged apologetically as Woody and Addison left the Sky Deck, a crying Patrick in tow.

A loud wail came from the other side of the Sky Deck and Mr. Moseby's head snapped up, his gaze locking onto London, who had partnered with Marcus and received a loud baby girl. He took a few steps towards the unfortunate student when he heard crying behind him.

A very unflattering word flew out of his mouth as he stomped away.

"Bet you Moseby willingly jumps overboard by the end of the week," Zack said, smirking.

"Oh, totally," Maya laughed.

"Here, give me Alex."

"Why?" Maya asked, holding her protectively.

Zack ignored her and held out his arms for the doll. "Allie, come to Daddy."

Maya didn't hand him over. "Don't you have work soon?" she asked.

"Nah," Zack shrugged. "Moseby let me off today. And I know you have makeup classes today, so tough luck." He smirked. Since Maya had entered Seven Seas High in the middle of the semester, she had to attend extra private classes with Ms. Tutweiler.

"I was going to ask Bailey or Addison to babysit the kids. Or maybe London." Maya said.

"Addison already has her own baby to deal with, and so does Bailey," Zack pointed out. "And under no circumstances should you let London within a twenty-foot radius of these babies. Back at the Tipton? You should have seen herbaby simulator by the end of the week."

"Why? What happened to it?" Maya asked cautiously.

Zack gave her a serious look. "Fell out a penthouse window. Two whole rolls of duct tape and the thing still fell apart right on the teacher's desk."

Maya's eyes widened. "Point taken." But she still looked reluctant to hand the baby over.

Zack looked smug. "You're afraid, aren't you?"

"Yes," Maya scoffed. "I'm afraid you'll slip on a smoothie and drop the baby overboard."

Zack gently took the baby from her hands. "Have a little faith, would you? Besides, a girl needs her daddy. Don't you, Allie?" He winked at Maya.

Maya sighed and shook her head. ". . .Fine."

Zack looked at her expression and gave in. "How about we attend tutoring session together?"

His girlfriend's head shot up. "Since when have you attended a class of your own free will with Ms. Tutweiler?"

"Only for you," he said, grinning, and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Maya smiled, despite herself – Zack's kisses had that effect on her. "You're sure?"

"Of course," Zack replied, smiling back.

Maya let Zack hold Alex, and she herself picked up Caleb. "Let's go, then."
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"Maya," Ms. Tutweiler began. "True or False: If F(x) is an anti-derivative of f(x) and c is any constant, then F(x) + c is also an anti-derivative of f(x)."

"True," Maya replied with confidence, and Ms. Tutweiler smiled. "Correct."

"Kill. . .me. . .now," Zack groaned in the seat next to her. "What language is this, Swahili?"

"It's math," Maya said. "Pre-Calculus, to be exact."

"Pre-whazza?" Zack asked confusedly, baby Alex cradled in his arms.

"Pre-Calculus," Ms. Tutweiler explained, seizing this opportunity to actually teach Zack something useful. "This is the branch of mathematics that deals with the finding and properties of derivatives and integrals of functions, by utilizing methods originally based on the summation of infinitesimal differences."

". . .Huh?"

Ms. Tutweiler, sighed, dropping her head into her hands, and continued, in a fake, cheery voice. "Where we draw pretty shapes and lines on graph paper!"

"Ohh," Zack said. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

The helpless teacher groaned. "Why do I even bother?"

"I got this," Maya laughed, and crossed over to Zack. She stared whispering in his ear. "I'll make you a bet."

He was instantly alert. "You're on."

"You have to come to every tutoring session, and you have to learn," Maya began, smirking as Zack opened his mouth to protest. "Hold up; I'm not done. If you manage to learn as much as I do, I'll. . .cook for you. From scratch."

Zack nodded slowly. "Seems fair. And if I don't. . .um. . ." He saw Maya's face as she tried to think of a good wager. "If I don't learn, then. . .you get a back massage. From yours truly."

Maya flushed pink, but obliged. "Deal."

Ms. Tutweiler, oblivious to their conversation, cleared her throat, making Maya jump. "Sorry, Ms. T."

The teacher dismissed the matter. "It's okay." She pressed on, until finally, Ms. Tutweiler took some sheets from the printer and handed them to Maya. "Here are the worksheets."

Maya smiled and said, "Actually, Ms. Tutweiler, Zack wants a copy too."

Zack plastered a fake smile on his face. "Yes – I am quite interested in the mystery that is known as Calculus." He crossed over to Ms. Tutweiler and whispered, "I just want Maya to cook for me, so hand it over."

Bewildered, but deciding not to question him, Ms. Tutweiler hit the "print" button one more time on her computer and watch as warm sheets of paper scrolled out of the printer. "Here you. . uh, go, Zack."

Maya gave him a thumbs-up as they walked out of the classroom together.

"All right," Zack said, rubbing his hands together as they sauntered to the middle deck of the ship where all of the stores were. "So what do we need for Pre-Calculus?"

"Leave it to me," Maya replied as they entered a store that sold stationary and other school supplies. Inside, she quickly purchased a compass, packs of graph paper, a protractor, a ruler, and some mechanical pencils.

"What's all this for?" Zack complained as Maya handed him an armful of bags.

"If you want me to cook for you, suck it up," Maya returned, smiling.

Zack sighed, but gave in. "Fine. But I need some. . .motivation."

Maya rolled her eyes in irritation. "Really, Zack? Really?"

"Hey," he defended himself, shifting Alex. "I attended class willingly. I deserve something."

Maya smiled softly and kissed him. "Better?"

"Much," Zack exhaled softly.

Wouldn't you have paid to have seen Moseby's expression? XD I LOL'ed while writing this chapter.

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~Max