Snapshot · (Roswell Fanfiction) · √

68. Twenty Questions

Max and Liz's bedroom
(2018) Max is 32, Liz is 31

"Do you think we have a lot of sex?"

Liz looked at him amused. "As in 'too much' sex?"

Max slowly traced his hand along the curvature of Liz's spine. "I was just thinking... It's kinda insane if everyone else is having this much sex."

Liz raised an eyebrow. "Insane?"

"I don't even want to picture that about some people," Max mused.

Liz laughed and turned to face him. Placing a soft kiss against his bottom lip, she looked up into his eyes and said, "Apparently sex is good for your health."

"Oh, I'm really not objecting," Max hurried to say, not wanting Liz to get the wrong idea.

She moved to more fully drape her body across his. "No?"

"Hell no," Max said. "It's just... you'd tell me if it was too much, right?"

"You want me to let you know if I'm feeling used?" Liz asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"Basically."

"Deal," Liz agreed. "But I don't think there's much risk of that happening. I think we are equally to blame for all the hot lovin'."

He smirked and kissed the tip of her nose. "Really?"

"Really," she answered.

"Love you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her back.

"Ditto," Liz retorted.

"So...we're telling Zoe tomorrow?"

Liz nodded. "Yep. Do you wanna do it together?"

"Definitely," Max replied.

"You're on, dude."

*****

The next day
Zoe's bedroom

"Mommy, are you going to read me a story tonight?"

"Daddy and I have something to tell you," Liz answered and pulled back the covers on the bed. "Come here, sweetheart."

Zoe jumped into the bed and pushed her legs underneath the cool covers. Liz pulled the covers back up and Max walked into the room as Liz was tucking Zoe in. "There. Snug as a bug."

Zoe rubbed her eye with the back of her hand as she yawned.

"Maybe we should tell her tomorrow," Max said, kneeling next to Liz, next to the bed. "She's tired."

"I'm not tired," Zoe protested weakly, her eyelids heavy.

"Let's give it a shot," Liz said, pushing the dark curls back from Zoe's face. "What would you say about getting a little brother or sister?"

Zoe blinked. "Brother or sister?"

Max chuckled. "She's too tired, Parker."

"Yeah, you will soon have a little brother or sister," Liz said, ignoring her husband's statement.

Zoe bit her lower lip. "Why don't you know?"

"Know what, peanut?" Max asked.

"Is it a brother or a sister?"

"You don't get to choose," Liz answered.

"But..." Zoe's forehead furrowed with concentration as she tried to sort out the facts of what she knew and didn't know about siblings. "Don't you get to pick at the baby store?"