7th October 2013 Monday

Day 280

So much work, so little time. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do for December, there's no plot planned, although, a new idea came to me today and I think you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I'd rather not say.

"Man, that sure was weird running in to Tyrone like that," Tung, as usual, voiced his opinion.

Zap glanced away from the windscreen to look at Tung, a nervous, hidden smirk on his face.

"Yeah, weird."

"Do you think his life is sad?" the tracker questioned in an innocent voice. The pilot hummed in thought.

"I'm trying not to think about it," he answered, resulting in a modest nodding from Tung. Zap turned his attention wearily back to piloting; his brain continuing to race at the memory.

In truth, it was all Zap had been thinking about. I mean, when you think about, he was still a teenager. Did he throw his young life away by planning it too soon? He knew he loved Jenny more than anyone in the world, but a life of parties with her sounded better than constantly working and taking care of a baby. He shook his head, trying to remove the repetitive words of Tyrone from his mind.

'Big mistake.'

"Oh thank God you're home," Jenny cried happily as Zap and Tung finally entered the room.

A smile broke out on his face as he held his arms open for a hug. "Really?"

"I've been aching to use the bathroom and I didn't want to unload Max on to Jane. She's just going through so much with her pregnancy that I didn't want to bother her."

As she spoke, the clone began handing over the diaper bag and the child.

"Anyway it's your turn to look after him. He needs feeding in ten minutes…oh, and now that he knows how to cry, he'll start balling every fifteen minutes so when that happens you need to check his diaper or see if he's hungry," the bug boy flicked his head up at his wife's list, his appearance resembling someone frozen in fear. Jenny grabbed his shoulders, shaking them a little with a smirk.

"Great, thank you," she turned around, oblivious to the pilot's look of confusion.

"Um," she turned around at his noise. "Hello?"

She raised her eyebrow at the tone of his greeting. "Yeah, hi," the mother turned and left, leaving Zap to stare down at his son.

"Guess it's just you and me little dude," tears began to well in the child's eyes, spilling out as he cried, exactly to the minute. Zap furrowed his brow as he held Max close to him, patting him on the back.

"Yeah, me too buddy."

Sitting up in his bed, Zap watched as Jenny placed their child in the crib she had built. For now, Max had been sleeping in their room due to his lack of crying, but now that that wasn't an issue, a nursery would soon be put in place for him.

The pilot sighed loudly for the third time, catching the attention of his wife. She jumped on to the bed, concern crossing her face.

"Is everything ok?" she whispered, tilting her head at an adorable angle. Zap smirked at this, yet turned his head back to stare out the window.

"Yeah," he mumbled in response. Jenny pouted her lips, unconvinced.

"Are you sure?" he turned to stare at her, afraid at how easily she could read his thoughts. Her brow furrowed. "How was your mission today?"

Damn, she was good.

With a final sigh, Zap brought his hand to the back of his neck. "We ran in to Tyrone, the bug buster guy."

Her eyes widened at the news. "Wow, how is he?"

"He's good," the bug boy answered, a little too quickly. "Living the life of parties, no kids, staying up all night-"

He stopped when he saw her worried expression; puppy dog eyes making him cave at the sight.

"I just…I just think we may have had Max too soon. I feel like we're missing out on awesome stuff."

"I wonder that too, sometimes," Jenny responded, causing the pilot to snap his head up and look at her with surprise. She felt the same? "We can still do awesome stuff, but, things change. I mean, we thought we were going to have a toddler that wouldn't cry-"

As if on cue, Max let out a small squeal as he began to cry again. Jenny sighed, but it was lightened with a chuckle. "I got it."

Zap watched her once again as she leant in to the crib and pulled out their son, cradling him in her arms as she turned around.

Zap gasped at the sight.

"Do you see a future with Jenny?"

"What do you mean?" he questioned, before the leader turned his conversationalist on an angle, where he had the perfect view of Jane and Winston standing on the other side of the red carpeted isle.

"That image there, that's exactly what I saw when I was staring in to Jane's eyes at the altar," he whispered proudly, still pointing at his wife holding the toddler. "Do you see something like that with Jenny, in the near or distant future?"

Zap could feel his breathing increase; cold fog released from his lips in the dark. He stared at the little family's silhouette as Dex strolled over to his small group, wrapping them in a hug.

They laughed together, they wrestled, they shared smiles and memories together. Before Dex was cheekily ordered by his wife to return to his post, the leader nudged his elbow in to the groom.

"Ask me when she's at the altar," the pilot answered, feeling the coldness tingle in his fingers.

"What's wrong?" Jenny asked as she moved closer to the bed. Zap shook his awestruck expression from his face.

"Nothing, just had a bit of déjà vu," he admitted, throwing back the blanket so Jenny could climb in to bed next to him. The child remained in Jenny's arms, with Zap placing his hand on the tot's stomach. Max immediately pulled his father's hand up to his face, cuddling it close to him. The bug boy couldn't help but smile at the image.

"We can still do awesome stuff," Jenny whispered, rocking the child in her hold. "We can ask Dex to take a day off, we can go on a vacation somewhere-"

"I was wrong," Zap interrupted, moving his hand in a tickling motion across Max's stomach, and relishing at the soft giggle of the baby. "We're so not missing out on anything."

R&R! Daylight savings make people tired!