Labor Pains (Teen) Complete 2/27/06
Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 10:21 am
Labor Pains
Rating: Teen
Coupling: M/M
Disclaimer: Written for the Enigma Challenge, not the current one, the one before this. I forget what hat do be included, but they are all here, I promise.
I own nothing. It belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz and Fox. If I owned it, Roswell would still be on the air.
Maria Deluca Guerin leaned against the pillows on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Much as she loved Michael, and for the most part, she did love Michael, this being pregnant with an alien child was for the birds. The morning sickness sucked, but when you were a pregnant with an alien child, it sucked in EPIC proportions. Why couldn’t she be having a baby who could heal her morning sickness from the inside?
She groaned and shifted against the pillows that were stacked against the headboard. She had indigestion up the yin yang, and an insatiable hunger for jalapeno ice cream. She groaned again and reached for the remote. Hopefully Michael would be home soon and he would run out and get her some more ice cream. She ate the last scoop and hour ago, and she was already dying for more.
The ringing of the phone shook her from her reverie, and she leaned across the bed and grabbed the phone off of the nightstand.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hi Maria, it’s me,” Michael’s voice came over the line. “Do we need anything at the store?”
“Um, some milk, and some chicken, unless you want steak for dinner. Oh and Michael, we need some,”
“I know, we need some more Jalapeno ice cream,” Michael said, laughing. “Not a problem.”
“Oh, and could you bring home some hot fudge sauce, too?” Maria asked. “I want to mix it with Tabasco and put on my ice cream.”
“Sure thing, Maria,” Michael agreed amicably. “But I’ll tell you, I can’t wait until these cravings vanish, some of your combinations are making me sick.”
“Laugh it up, SpaceBoy,” Maria growled into the phone. “You’re the one who did this to me.”
“I seem to recall you had a hand in it,” Michael said.
“Watch it, Guerin,” Maria said, in mock anger. “I’m not always going to be in this condition, and when I’m not, watch out. There isn’t any place you can hide. No matter what, I will find you. I will hunt you down and make you miserable.”
“Maria, we’re married, we live in the same house. Of course you’ll find me. You don’t have to look any further than our front doormat,” Michael responded. “I’ll see you in a few hours.
Maria depressed the off button and dropped the phone on the bed and smiled. Michael wasn’t a lot of things, but he always made her smile. She yawned and closed her eyes while her thoughts drifted back to the day they all decided to leave Roswell.
Michael stood tall and proud, like the General that he was in his former life and made an impassioned speech urging them all to get out of Roswell. At first, she’d been furious. She’d come back to Roswell and now Michael was ready to leave, and without her. Then she decided to stay, and let them all live out their alien lives without her. But it was Michael, stopping by on his way out of town that changed her mind. She remembered how he gave up everything he ever wanted – going home to Antar – to stay on Earth with her. Now it was her turn, she needed to go with him.
They all left, together, but it wasn’t long before they had to break free of each other. Liz’s grand idea of traveling around like the Joad family was great in theory, but pretty sucky in reality. They got on each other’s nerves pretty quickly, plus the fact that 6 teens traveling in a VW Microbus is anything but forgettable. The deciding factor came the day all 6 of them were crammed into a fleabag motel room to save money.
“This needs to end now,” Michael whispered to Maria while Isabel and Liz argued over who got to sleep on the bed.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Michael. “Look if someone will drive us to the bus station, Maria and I are leaving. NOW!”
It was a statement as too how much they were getting on each others nerves when nobody argued, including Maria. But still, all six of them crowded in to the van for the trip to the bus station. The goodbyes were long and lingering all around, but especially poingnent was the goodbye between Michael and Liz. For years, the two had treated each other with mutual animosity, but all of that disappeared when they said goodbye.
“Try to keep him from doing the resurrection thing with too many people, will ya?” Michael asked, referring to Max’s healing ability, which he used far to often in Michael’s opinion.
“Yeah, and you don’t let her OD on the cypress oil either,” said Liz. A seemingly innocuous comment, but Michael correctly interpreted it to mean, stress my friend out and hurt her and I’ll hunt you down and hurt you!
The bus ride was almost anticlimactic as each of them sat, lost in thought, and mostly just enjoying the silence. The bus pulled into a rest stop when Michael finally spoke.
“We had to do it, Maria. Being with them was going to kill me.”
“I’m not arguing with you, Michael,” said Maria. “My only concern is, we don’t have a plan, or any money.”
“Well, you’re wrong, at least on one count, and possibly both,” said Michael. “Money is not a problem. I do not have Max Evans morals, and I am not opposed to using my powers to do what I have to do until we get on our feet. And as far as plans go, I have one in mind. Maria Deluca, will you marry me?”
Maria stared at Michael, her mouth gaping open like a fish.
“What did you just say?” she whispered.
“He asked you to marry him,” said the waitress who was waiting to set their plates in front of them.
“Oh my God,” said Maria. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
“Extensive vocabulary,” said the waitress.
“Do you mind?” Michael shouted. “I’m trying to propose here.”
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Maria shouted. She jumped up in excitement and collided with the waitress, sending her tray full of food crashing to the ground.
“In my mind this went a whole lot smoother,” Michael said under his breath. He looked around and saw the entire restaurant was staring in their direction. “Don’t mind us,” he said, waving to the room in general. “I’m just waiting to see if she accepts my proposal.”
“Yes, yes, yes, you big idiot. YES!” Maria shouted and the room erupted in cheers. In the same breath, Maria apologized to the waitress and knelt down and began to pick up their shattered dishes.
“Never mind, hon,” the waitress said. “That made it all worth while.”
Maria smiled in her quasi sleep state, remembering their wedding. It had been a bittersweet day. She was unbelievably happy to be marrying Michael, but she missed Liz more than she ever thought she would. Much as she loved Michael, there were some things she just needed to talk over with a girlfriend. Even Max in his role as substitute girlfriend was better at girl talk than Michael could ever dream of being.
She shifted in the bed, groaning at the nagging pain she felt low across her back. Giving up, she rolled to the side of the bed and swung her legs over the side. Using the nightstand for leverage, she pushed herself up and waddled to the bathroom to pee for what was probably the millionth time that day.
Halfway across the room, a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen and she doubled over. A wetness at her feet alerted her to the fact that her water broke, and she grabbed at her protruding stomach and began to moan softly.
“Oh no, not now baby. Your daddy isn’t home to help me, and we can’t do this alone.”
Because of who and what Michael was, they had decided a long time ago to do the birth at home. Maria took a deep breath and walked slowly back to the edge of the bed and grabbed the phone. She punched in Michael’s phone number and waited anxiously for him to answer his cell. She growled in frustration and threw the phone back onto the bed.
“Damn him,” she said. “Okay baby whosit, looks like it’s just us.”
Maria moved around the room, slowly and carefully laying out everything the midwife book said they would need for a home birth. She struggled to strip the bed and put the large rubber protective sheet on the mattress. A banging downstairs alerted her to the fact that Michael had finally arrived home and she gave a tremendous shout.
“I’ve got your ice cream right here,” he called, taking the stairs two at a time. “Oh shit,” he added when he walked in the room. “You weren’t shouting for ice cream.”
“Michael, it’s time,” Maria panted. “The baby’s coming. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer your cell phone. Michael, why didn’t you answer your cell phone? You promised me you’d always have it on.”
“Maria, breathe. I need you to breathe,” said Michael. “I’m afraid your ranting and raving is cutting off oxygen to the baby. I had my cell phone on. I left it in my truck when I ran into the market, that’s all. I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m here now, and we’re going to get this done.”
Michael helped Maria change her clothes and got her into the bed he finished making and ran downstairs to get the rest of the things that they needed. He deviated from his tasks only once to make a brief phone call before he returned upstairs to Maria’s side.
“Maybe we should go to the hospital after all,” Michael said, watching Maria grit her teeth against the pain of a particularly intense contraction.
“No way!” Maria grunted. “We agreed we had to do this ourselves, and we will.”
“Okay, we will,” agreed Michael. “But Maria, if you break my hand, I’m not going to be of any use to you, or the baby.”
“I’m sorry, SpaceBoy,” Maria said. “But next time, you’re going into labor. Got it?”
Maria’s labor was rapid and blessedly short, and within an hour, she held a squalling but perfectly happy and healthy baby boy in her arms, while Michael cleaned up the bedroom. Maria sighed gently as her new baby suckled her breast and smiled at her husband.
“Sometimes it feels like it is us against the whole freaking world,” she said to Michael. “But this time, we beat the world. We brought this beautiful little miracle into the world. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”
“I thought I was going to go into labor next time,” Michael said, rubbing his bruised hand ruefully.
“Sorry about that,” Maria said. “To bad you don’t have Max’s healing ability.
“He doesn’t,” a soft voice from the door way said. “But Max does. Maybe he could take a look at it?”
“Liz, Chica, is it really you?” Maria cried. “Oh girlfriend, how did you know?”
“Michael tracked us down,” said Liz. “Actually, it wasn’t hard. Apparently, he, Max and Kyle always had this emergency contact plan in place in case we ever got separated.”
“I figured you’d need Liz right about now,” said Michael. “Only, I wasn’t expecting this little guy to put in an appearance quite so soon.”
“What about Max and?” began Maria.
“All downstairs,” Liz said with a big grin. “Waiting for a chance to meet the newest addition to the family. Does he have a name by the way?
“Liz, I’d like you to meet Evan Alexander Guerin,” said Maria proudly.
“It’s a beautiful name, Maria, said Liz.”
“Michael came up with it,” Maria admitted. “It seems my husband has had a lot of really great ideas lately.
“Thank you,” she whispered to Michael over the baby’s head. “I love you.”
Rating: Teen
Coupling: M/M
Disclaimer: Written for the Enigma Challenge, not the current one, the one before this. I forget what hat do be included, but they are all here, I promise.
I own nothing. It belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz and Fox. If I owned it, Roswell would still be on the air.
Maria Deluca Guerin leaned against the pillows on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Much as she loved Michael, and for the most part, she did love Michael, this being pregnant with an alien child was for the birds. The morning sickness sucked, but when you were a pregnant with an alien child, it sucked in EPIC proportions. Why couldn’t she be having a baby who could heal her morning sickness from the inside?
She groaned and shifted against the pillows that were stacked against the headboard. She had indigestion up the yin yang, and an insatiable hunger for jalapeno ice cream. She groaned again and reached for the remote. Hopefully Michael would be home soon and he would run out and get her some more ice cream. She ate the last scoop and hour ago, and she was already dying for more.
The ringing of the phone shook her from her reverie, and she leaned across the bed and grabbed the phone off of the nightstand.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hi Maria, it’s me,” Michael’s voice came over the line. “Do we need anything at the store?”
“Um, some milk, and some chicken, unless you want steak for dinner. Oh and Michael, we need some,”
“I know, we need some more Jalapeno ice cream,” Michael said, laughing. “Not a problem.”
“Oh, and could you bring home some hot fudge sauce, too?” Maria asked. “I want to mix it with Tabasco and put on my ice cream.”
“Sure thing, Maria,” Michael agreed amicably. “But I’ll tell you, I can’t wait until these cravings vanish, some of your combinations are making me sick.”
“Laugh it up, SpaceBoy,” Maria growled into the phone. “You’re the one who did this to me.”
“I seem to recall you had a hand in it,” Michael said.
“Watch it, Guerin,” Maria said, in mock anger. “I’m not always going to be in this condition, and when I’m not, watch out. There isn’t any place you can hide. No matter what, I will find you. I will hunt you down and make you miserable.”
“Maria, we’re married, we live in the same house. Of course you’ll find me. You don’t have to look any further than our front doormat,” Michael responded. “I’ll see you in a few hours.
Maria depressed the off button and dropped the phone on the bed and smiled. Michael wasn’t a lot of things, but he always made her smile. She yawned and closed her eyes while her thoughts drifted back to the day they all decided to leave Roswell.
Michael stood tall and proud, like the General that he was in his former life and made an impassioned speech urging them all to get out of Roswell. At first, she’d been furious. She’d come back to Roswell and now Michael was ready to leave, and without her. Then she decided to stay, and let them all live out their alien lives without her. But it was Michael, stopping by on his way out of town that changed her mind. She remembered how he gave up everything he ever wanted – going home to Antar – to stay on Earth with her. Now it was her turn, she needed to go with him.
They all left, together, but it wasn’t long before they had to break free of each other. Liz’s grand idea of traveling around like the Joad family was great in theory, but pretty sucky in reality. They got on each other’s nerves pretty quickly, plus the fact that 6 teens traveling in a VW Microbus is anything but forgettable. The deciding factor came the day all 6 of them were crammed into a fleabag motel room to save money.
“This needs to end now,” Michael whispered to Maria while Isabel and Liz argued over who got to sleep on the bed.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Michael. “Look if someone will drive us to the bus station, Maria and I are leaving. NOW!”
It was a statement as too how much they were getting on each others nerves when nobody argued, including Maria. But still, all six of them crowded in to the van for the trip to the bus station. The goodbyes were long and lingering all around, but especially poingnent was the goodbye between Michael and Liz. For years, the two had treated each other with mutual animosity, but all of that disappeared when they said goodbye.
“Try to keep him from doing the resurrection thing with too many people, will ya?” Michael asked, referring to Max’s healing ability, which he used far to often in Michael’s opinion.
“Yeah, and you don’t let her OD on the cypress oil either,” said Liz. A seemingly innocuous comment, but Michael correctly interpreted it to mean, stress my friend out and hurt her and I’ll hunt you down and hurt you!
The bus ride was almost anticlimactic as each of them sat, lost in thought, and mostly just enjoying the silence. The bus pulled into a rest stop when Michael finally spoke.
“We had to do it, Maria. Being with them was going to kill me.”
“I’m not arguing with you, Michael,” said Maria. “My only concern is, we don’t have a plan, or any money.”
“Well, you’re wrong, at least on one count, and possibly both,” said Michael. “Money is not a problem. I do not have Max Evans morals, and I am not opposed to using my powers to do what I have to do until we get on our feet. And as far as plans go, I have one in mind. Maria Deluca, will you marry me?”
Maria stared at Michael, her mouth gaping open like a fish.
“What did you just say?” she whispered.
“He asked you to marry him,” said the waitress who was waiting to set their plates in front of them.
“Oh my God,” said Maria. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
“Extensive vocabulary,” said the waitress.
“Do you mind?” Michael shouted. “I’m trying to propose here.”
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Maria shouted. She jumped up in excitement and collided with the waitress, sending her tray full of food crashing to the ground.
“In my mind this went a whole lot smoother,” Michael said under his breath. He looked around and saw the entire restaurant was staring in their direction. “Don’t mind us,” he said, waving to the room in general. “I’m just waiting to see if she accepts my proposal.”
“Yes, yes, yes, you big idiot. YES!” Maria shouted and the room erupted in cheers. In the same breath, Maria apologized to the waitress and knelt down and began to pick up their shattered dishes.
“Never mind, hon,” the waitress said. “That made it all worth while.”
Maria smiled in her quasi sleep state, remembering their wedding. It had been a bittersweet day. She was unbelievably happy to be marrying Michael, but she missed Liz more than she ever thought she would. Much as she loved Michael, there were some things she just needed to talk over with a girlfriend. Even Max in his role as substitute girlfriend was better at girl talk than Michael could ever dream of being.
She shifted in the bed, groaning at the nagging pain she felt low across her back. Giving up, she rolled to the side of the bed and swung her legs over the side. Using the nightstand for leverage, she pushed herself up and waddled to the bathroom to pee for what was probably the millionth time that day.
Halfway across the room, a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen and she doubled over. A wetness at her feet alerted her to the fact that her water broke, and she grabbed at her protruding stomach and began to moan softly.
“Oh no, not now baby. Your daddy isn’t home to help me, and we can’t do this alone.”
Because of who and what Michael was, they had decided a long time ago to do the birth at home. Maria took a deep breath and walked slowly back to the edge of the bed and grabbed the phone. She punched in Michael’s phone number and waited anxiously for him to answer his cell. She growled in frustration and threw the phone back onto the bed.
“Damn him,” she said. “Okay baby whosit, looks like it’s just us.”
Maria moved around the room, slowly and carefully laying out everything the midwife book said they would need for a home birth. She struggled to strip the bed and put the large rubber protective sheet on the mattress. A banging downstairs alerted her to the fact that Michael had finally arrived home and she gave a tremendous shout.
“I’ve got your ice cream right here,” he called, taking the stairs two at a time. “Oh shit,” he added when he walked in the room. “You weren’t shouting for ice cream.”
“Michael, it’s time,” Maria panted. “The baby’s coming. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer your cell phone. Michael, why didn’t you answer your cell phone? You promised me you’d always have it on.”
“Maria, breathe. I need you to breathe,” said Michael. “I’m afraid your ranting and raving is cutting off oxygen to the baby. I had my cell phone on. I left it in my truck when I ran into the market, that’s all. I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m here now, and we’re going to get this done.”
Michael helped Maria change her clothes and got her into the bed he finished making and ran downstairs to get the rest of the things that they needed. He deviated from his tasks only once to make a brief phone call before he returned upstairs to Maria’s side.
“Maybe we should go to the hospital after all,” Michael said, watching Maria grit her teeth against the pain of a particularly intense contraction.
“No way!” Maria grunted. “We agreed we had to do this ourselves, and we will.”
“Okay, we will,” agreed Michael. “But Maria, if you break my hand, I’m not going to be of any use to you, or the baby.”
“I’m sorry, SpaceBoy,” Maria said. “But next time, you’re going into labor. Got it?”
Maria’s labor was rapid and blessedly short, and within an hour, she held a squalling but perfectly happy and healthy baby boy in her arms, while Michael cleaned up the bedroom. Maria sighed gently as her new baby suckled her breast and smiled at her husband.
“Sometimes it feels like it is us against the whole freaking world,” she said to Michael. “But this time, we beat the world. We brought this beautiful little miracle into the world. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”
“I thought I was going to go into labor next time,” Michael said, rubbing his bruised hand ruefully.
“Sorry about that,” Maria said. “To bad you don’t have Max’s healing ability.
“He doesn’t,” a soft voice from the door way said. “But Max does. Maybe he could take a look at it?”
“Liz, Chica, is it really you?” Maria cried. “Oh girlfriend, how did you know?”
“Michael tracked us down,” said Liz. “Actually, it wasn’t hard. Apparently, he, Max and Kyle always had this emergency contact plan in place in case we ever got separated.”
“I figured you’d need Liz right about now,” said Michael. “Only, I wasn’t expecting this little guy to put in an appearance quite so soon.”
“What about Max and?” began Maria.
“All downstairs,” Liz said with a big grin. “Waiting for a chance to meet the newest addition to the family. Does he have a name by the way?
“Liz, I’d like you to meet Evan Alexander Guerin,” said Maria proudly.
“It’s a beautiful name, Maria, said Liz.”
“Michael came up with it,” Maria admitted. “It seems my husband has had a lot of really great ideas lately.
“Thank you,” she whispered to Michael over the baby’s head. “I love you.”
