Snapshot · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

58. Z is for Baby

Max and Liz's apartment
27th of October, 2:17 a.m.
(2013) Max is 28, Liz is 27

"Max. Max."

He let out a short groan of protest as his pillow started to move. Something was pushing on him.

"Max, wake up."

"What, kitten?" he mumbled, slowing regaining consciousness.

His eyes slowly opened to the dark surroundings of the early hours of the new morning.

"I think my water just broke."

He was suddenly wide awake, his head lifted from her chest and next he found himself staring down into his wife's face. "What?"

Locking eyes with him, she repeated with a shake of nervousness in her voice, "I think my water broke."

All he could think about was how wrong that was. "No. No, it's too early."

"The only alternative is that I peed on myself," Liz said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

Max didn't find this one bit amusing, but instead jumped on the opportunity that Liz had mistaken a weak bladder for the arrival of their child. "That could be it."

Liz laughed and brought a hand up to caress his cheek. "Evans. I think I would've known if I had peed myself. Especially since I still kinda need to go to the toilet."

With a slow shake of his head, he pulled the sheet to the side and tried to spot in the darkness what she was claiming had happened.

"The baby's coming," Liz told him as his searching hand encountered the wet sheet under his wife.

"But the due date is in two weeks."

She was about to answer him when her uterus decided to contract painfully. Her body stilled during the pain and her hand found Max's. Squeezing his hand she closed her eyes against his worried eyes as she rode out the pain.

"You were saying?" she asked with a slight panting quality to her voice.

"Maybe it's those...ehm...Brexton...Buxton...Botox-"

Liz laughed. "Botox?"

"Those false labor thingies," Max tried, not appreciating that Liz was laughing at him when he was bordering on a nervous breakdown.

"Max," Liz said slowly, making sure she had his attention. "The water doesn't break when it's false labor."

"We have to get to the hospital," Max mumbled.

"Hm...yeah," Liz said, starting to roll her less flexible body out of bed. "That would be the best thing to do because I don't think Nunchuck is waiting."

Max narrowed his eyes at her as she got to her feet. "You're finding this funny?"

She smiled at him. "No, Evans. I'm finding you funny."

"This could be serious," Max said with outmost seriousness. "It's too early."

"I don't think I can stop it now," Liz said.

Max stumbled out of bed, took a deep breath and watched Liz slowly move around the room to add the last essentials to her pre-packed hospital bag. As she walked past for the third time, his arms stopped her, pulling her towards him.

His arms tightened around her body and taking a deep breath he kissed her temple. "Are you okay?"

She smiled, letting his worry and love envelop her. "Yes. Just some contractions. Nothing I can't handle."