I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING.
SCHOOL IS A BITCH.
FML DX

Anyways, as you can (probably) tell, I do apologize for not updating - homework's been such a retard.

I did hope to get to 100 reviews by Chapter 11, but I guess not. 98 REVIEWS! SO CLOSE!

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

"How were Alex and Caleb?" Zack greeted Maya as they both walked into the classroom.

"Fine, thanks," Maya said shyly, ducking her head and not meeting his eyes. "They were okay - had me up a couple times but they went right back to sleep."

Zack nodded slowly, but tilted his head in in confusion, trying to get Maya to look him in the eyes. When she didn't respond, he took one hand and gently tilted her head up. "Is everything okay?" A thought struck him. "Are you mad about what happened?"

Waking up slowly with Maya curled up next to him was the absolute best feeling in the world, no questions asked. It would have been even better if Moseby wasn't hollering in his ear the entire time. "I'm sorry, really, I am. I didn't exactly want to wake you. . .but Moseby did that anyway. . ." He scratched his head sheepishly. "I didn't mean to fall asleep either. . ."

"It's okay, Zack, really," Maya said, smiling and looking up at him – although with a faint blush staining her cheeks. "I. . .really didn't, uh, mind. . ." Her voice trailed off softly.

Zack grinned, infinitely relieved. "You know, I actually kinda liked it. Made us feel like we were a married couple on a honeymoon or something." His grin grew as Maya's eyes widened. "Aw, don't be like that, kitten."

Maya sent him a weak glare and handed him Caleb.

"Class?" Ms. Tutweiller called out, clapping her hands expectantly. "Alright, I have one announcement to make. It seems like having these babies are the cause of many co-ed sleepovers."

"Huh, and here I was thinking that it was the other way around," Zack joked, making the class laugh.

Ms. Tutweiller sent him a professional teacher glare, which Zack ignored. "What I'm trying to explain is that I convinced Mr. Moseby to let you off this time, but it shouldn't happen again. Am I clear?"

The class gave a general mutter of assent, which Ms. Tutweiller knew was the best she would get.

"Hey, Maya," Zack whispered, trying to get her attention. When she didn't respond, he frowned and looked over, only to find long locks of silky hair falling across her face, shading her closed eyes. "Maya!" He nudged her with his foot and she shot up.

"They were okay' my left foot," Zack snorted. "Anyways, we have to do the paper today – wanna go to my cabin at, let's say, three?"

"Sounds good," she agreed. "Don't slack off, okay?"

Her words were lost as Zack muttered, "Snacks. . .what snacks should I bring?"

The brunette sighed.

I brought chips!" Zack sang childishly as he skipped through his cabin door, seeing Maya already furiously typing away at her computer.

"You're late," she said pointedly, glancing swiftly at her watch.

"Sorry, kitten," he murmured, kissing her cheek.

Maya's face turned pink. "Just. . .don't do it again, okay?"

"Will do," he chuckled, dragging a rolling chair next to her and sitting down contentedly, placing a large armful of snacks on the study desk. "How far are you?"

"Not far," she sighed. "You weren't that late – just by 10 minutes."

He looked over her shoulder. "Why does your name go first?"

"I don't know!" she said, exasperated. "Do you want yours to go first?"

Zack laughed. "Kidding, kidding." He opened a bag of chips and popped one in his mouth, munching happily. "Want some?"

"No, I – oh, fine," she sighed, relenting as she saw Zack's "puppy face". "Hand me a chip."

He nodded and inspected the paper closely. "Hey, did Tutweiller specify a font size?"

"Yeah, Times New Roman, size 12, single-spaced," she said. "She doesn't want you cheating."

"That's not going to stop me," he said devilishly. He swiped the computer from the hands of his girlfriend and quickly typed in the URL to access Cody's files. "Aha!"

Maya began to stop him, but she realized that there was a password box blocking Cody's archive. "Ha! Guess Cody was smart enough to use a password – "

Zack grinned, typing in "Bailey", but was quickly deterred by the negative sound that the computer emitted and the words "Login failed" on the screen. "Whaa?" He typed it in again, only to be met with the same result.

"Serves you right," Maya sighed, but secretly, she was a little disappointed.

"How about. . .hmm. . .'I love Bailey'," Zack mused, typing in the words, and beaming when he was allowed access. "Oh, Cody, you lovesick little boy."

"You're one to talk," Maya muttered.

"Aww, is my little kitten jealous?" Zack teased, poking a finger at her. "Don't worry."

Maya scoffed, a blush staining her cheeks. "N-no!"

"That boy has too much free time," Maya admitted ruefully, as she stared at the walls of text lining the Word Document.

"Finally, someone agrees with me," Zack said, his eyes glued to the screen. "Now, to delete the things that are unnecessary. . .Okay, first, he wrote a 12-page long paragraph about how wonderful Bailey was. . .De-lete."

Maya's eyes widened as she took in the mushy essay, only spotting the words "exquisite" and "a ray of sunshine". "Wo-ow."

"Yep," he grinned, selecting and deleting various pages. Finally, they got down to a reasonable 9 pages. "What did Ms. Tutweiller say – 2 pages?"

"I think so," she said. "We're down to 9?"

"Uh-huh," he replied absentmindedly, as his hand reached for another chip. Maya's hand came toward it at the same second, and they froze as their hands touched each other.

Zack was the first to react, yanking his hand back quickly. "Uh-um. . .sorry! You co ahead," he stammered.

"N-no, it's alright, you take it," she stuttered back.

"Alright then," both said at the same time, grabbing the chips simultaneously.

They took one look at each other and burst out laughing, but stopped abruptly once the chip fell to the floor.

"Aww," Maya said ruefully. Then, she got a devilish gleam in her eye as she stared at Zack.

"Five-second rule!"

Finally, Maya grabbed the chip and popped it in her mouth. "Alright, back to work."

"Now we really need to paraphrase," Zack sighed. "So what did we learn from the baby?"

Maya frowned thoughtfully. "I guess that you have to be patient with them. It's a work in progress. You have to learn about them in order to find out what they need and like, and that takes time."

"Right," he agreed, and began to type. "Babies need patience."

"Nuh-uh," she said. "We are going to elaborate on this." She reached over and began to type. "The most important aspect of childrearing when being a new parent is establishing a strong, healthy bond with your child."

Zack looked impressed. "Wow."

"Yeah," she chuckled. "Back in New York, we were given short sentences and told to lengthen them as much as we could."

"That is such a handy skill," he whistled. "I also think that teamwork is needed too. It would be hard to handle a child all by yourself."

"That's good," Maya encouraged. She started to type, "In addition". . .

"Hold up," Zack interrupted, taking her hands gently off of the keyboard. "Let me try this whole 'elongating' thing." His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. "Let's see. . ."

"In addition, cooperation between parents is essential. Working together will allow quicker, more efficient work, thus resulting in a more satisfactory conclusion."

Maya was thoroughly impressed. "Oh, wow. Zack. . .that's not even a lie."

He chuckled. "I have natural talent."

"Along with a substantial amount of humility," Maya groaned.

"Okay, we're done," Zack exhaled, opening the door for Maya. "Wanna see how the others are doing?"

"In a minute," she called back, rocking Alex back and forth, trying to sooth her. "Alex is in a mood."

"C'mere, Princess," Zack said, walking over.

"Which one?" Maya joked.

"Both," he said softly, taking Alex and bouncing her up and down on his lap. After a while, the mechanical wailing stopped. He took the baby carrier and strapped it on, placing the baby inside it. "Go ahead and take Caleb, okay?"

"No prob," she answered, walking over and shutting the door firmly behind her. "Who do you want to go to first?"

"We're saving Cody for last," he said quickly. "I don't want to walk in on. . .uh, you know."

Maya laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

He assumed an injured look. "How about we go visit Woody and Addison, then?"

"Yeah," she said, walking down the hall and knocking.

"Who is it?" a female voice called.

"Maya and Zack," she chimed in. The doorknob turned and Addison stepped out. "Hey guys!"

"'Sup?" she said, beaming. "We're working on the project right now."

"Yeah, I can. . .see. . .that. . ." Maya started to say, then trailed off when she saw Woody stuffing his face with gummy bears. "Uh. . ."

Zack grinned, sneaking over to Woody and reaching under him. A crinkling of plastic was heard, and Zack swiped a huge bag of gummy bears. "Ha!"

Woody didn't even notice.

Addison giggled. "Ha! Go ahead and take those – we have more anyways."

"You wanna go?" Maya muttered.

"Yep," he agreed in the same tone, and quietly walked out, waving a good-bye to Addison.

Zack motioned for her to stop while he went up to Cody's room, putting a tentative ear next to the door. When he didn't hear any sound, he knocked.

"Who – "

"It's your bro!"

A sigh was heard from the other side, and the door opened to reveal one Cody Martin. "What do you want, Zack?"

"Nothing, nothing!" he grinned. "Just want to tell you that we finished the project and we wanna check on you."

Cody started to splutter comically. "You – you finished – " A realization struck him, and he gasped. "You stole my paper! But – you – how – I changed the password – it was supposed to be untraceable – "

"One: Only partially. And two: For a guy who was doing Geometry at age 7, you sure are dense."

The two continued to argue, and Maya and Bailey watched the scene unfold, laughing silently.

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