Roswell

Chapter 7

Liz's POV-

"I just had the weirdest dream." I say. I try to open my eyes, but the light burns. I close my eyes.
He gets on top of me and kisses my neck. He kisses my chest and stomach. I tug his hair and try to hold back a moan.
I open my eyes and see Brendan. He is kissing me. I try to push him away. "What's wrong, babe?" He asks. I scream.
"Liz!" A voice yells. "Liz, wake up!"
"No...no..no..no!" I yell. I sat up quickly.
"Liz, are you okay?" Everyone was around me. Including mom and dad.
"I'm fine, why?" I ask trying to sound normal.
"You aren't fine Liz, you were screaming in your sleep." Maria inquires.
"I just had a nightmare." I says quickly.
"Lizzy-" Dad started.
"Don't, don't talk to me. I don't want to hear it." I say look away from them. Max had his pjs back on, probably put them on so he could go get Maria. I want to get up, but everyone is surrounding me and I'm naked. "I need to change." Everyone stood there. "So leave!" I yell. Everyone leaves. Max hurries toward the door.
"Max, honey. Max, You don't have to leave." I call him back.
"Oh, right." He says closing the door and laying back in bed. I pull the covers off and stand up. "Liz, you look..." His eyes wide. "Different."
"What? What's wrong?" I ask.
"Your stomach. The baby. It grew." He states.
"Don't worry, it will die soon." I say. I wipe a tear before Max can see it and touch my stomach. I pull on underwear and try to put on my shirt.
"Liz, about the baby. I want this. I want this baby more than anything. Besides you. I want to care for it and protect it. I want to love it." Max says. A smile plays at his lips. I kiss him. Then I pull away.
"Are you serious? You want the baby?" I ask.
"Of course, I am. I am the dad and I plan on staying through thick and thin with this baby." He kisses me as I cry tears of joy.
"I hope you stay with me through thick and thin to." I say.
"Do you even have to ask?" He jokes.
"Good, because I'm looking pretty thick right now." I try to pull my shirt down. He laughs at my lame joke. I pull the shirt off.
"Max, I'm too fat." I whine.
"You're not fat. You're pregnant." Max touches my stomach. "Hey, in there. This is your daddy." Max says. The baby jumps in my stomach. Max smiles up at me.
He stands and slips off his shirt and slides it on me. The shirt is big on Max, so it's just right for my fat, pregnant belly. I look 8 months.
We walk, well Max walks and I wobble, down stairs to the kitchen. When I enter the kitchen, everyone stares at me. I look down at my stomach and feel self-conscious.
Michael walks in the kitchen to see everyone staring. "Take a picture, it will last longer." He snaps. Then he walks over to Maria and kisses her cheek. Michael walks over to me. "Can I?" I nod.
Michael slides his hand onto my stomach. The baby starts to bounce around in a gentle way, it doesn't hurt. He smiles.
"Soft spot for babies?" Max teases. Michael smiles and stands playfully punching Max in the shoulder.
"Liz, when did you get this..um.. big?" Kyle asks. I look at my stomach and frown. Am I that fat?
Isabel slaps him upside the head and Michael glares at him.
"Last night." I shake off the weird hurt feeling I had. I love this baby.
"Morning, guys. Sorry I'm la- Liz!" Brendan says with wide eyes. He runs over to me and touches my stomach. I get a flash:
The baby is sick and dying inside of me.
"The baby grew last night." Isabel says, proudly.
"I can see that. I can't believe this. I thought we would have more time." He paces.
"What's wrong?" I ask Brendan.
"The baby is coming. You have about three days, maybe four." Brendan says.
"I have three days." I repeat.
"Max, can I talk to you?" Jeff asks.
"Yes." Max kisses me and leaves.

Max's POV-

I walk in the hallway and face Jeff. "What do you need?" I ask.
"I hear that you don't want that.. fetus. I think that if we work together we could get rid of it. I wouldn't ask, but Liz is in trouble. Help me get rid of the baby?" Jeff asks.
"No, I love Liz. I won't let anything happen to her, she's not in trouble." I say, trying to reassure him.
"I recall you saying something about protecting Liz before.. when was this?...." Jeff taps his chin. "Oh, yeah. Right before you got her arrested for armed robbery!"
"I did protect Liz. She got out of jail and I made extra sure that she wanted to help, before we went into the store. She said yes." I get defensive, recalling her in the jail cell, when I was trying to break her out.
"You got her pregnant and now she will die. Liz is dead. Go ahead, kill her. But remember, she's willing to die for your love!" Jeff yells and stomps up the steps.
I walk back in the kitchen and everyone is staring at the door. "I need to speak with you, Elizabeth." I state angrily. Everyone watches as we leave the room. Liz and I are alone in our bedroom.
"Elizabeth?" I am trying to remain calm. I sit on the bed. She sits beside me slowly and gently.
"Maxwell?" She asks. I stare at her hard. "Max, what's wrong?"
"Elizabeth, are you having this baby for me?" I ask.
"No-" Liz starts.
"Be honest." I interject.
"I'm having this baby for us." Liz says. "The baby is something we both want, but I need this baby. This could be our one chance. If we have to go to another planet to have a baby, this might be our only baby."
"I understand." My expression softens. "We just need to stop making decisions to help eachother and start making decisions that benefit us. As a pair." Liz nods at my words.
"What happened with you and dad?" Liz asks.
"Nothing to worry about." I kiss her.
"Okay.." Liz looks unsure of her reply.
"Now about that nightmare..." I start.
"I don't want to talk about it." Liz says.
"I understood when you didn't want to talk about the night you were taken, but I also don't want you shutting me out. Just tell me about the dream." I say.