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CHAPTER
FOUR
Maria and Leia had been living at Michael's for almost three months and his graduation from the Police Academy was in two days. Maria loved that he was so excited about starting his new job. He had also confessed to her that he was a little scared, too. Something he didn't mention to too many people. He had the next two days off. Saturday was the Graduation ceremony and Monday morning he was officially a Roswell Deputy. "You are going to look so hot with that little gold star on," Maria curled up next to him on the couch. "Still nervous?" "Yeah, a little." He nodded. "I mean, I think about what people are going to say. ‘Well, never thought we’d see you on this side of the bars, Guerin.’ Or ‘They sent you to help me?’ " "Are you serious?" Maria laughed and covered her mouth. "That’s what you’re afraid of?" He nodded and rested his head on her shoulder. "You know as well as I do if it wasn’t for Valenti I would still be at the Crashdown and we would be broke. I don’t want to let him down." "You won’t, baby." She smoothed down his hair and kissed his forehead. "I just put Leia down for a nap." "What are you implying DeLuca?" "I think you know. I was just wondering if Mr. Happy would like to come out and play?" She unzipped his jeans. She bent her head down and spoke into the unzipped zipper. "Want to come out?" She stroked the outside of his jeans and felt him get hard beneath her touch. "Will you take that as a yes?" Michael whispered. "Oh, yeah. Big time!" She worked him out of his jeans and then eased them down over his hips. She pulled them off and dropped them to the floor. She stood up and stripped for him, first sliding her skirt down, then her panties. She teased him by taking her bra off under her shirt. She flipped her shirt up and flashed him. He laughed and reached for her. She flashed him again and moved closer. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "You cheated." He shook his head and took off his own shirt before pulling her down, straddling him. He locked his arms around her and kissed her hard. She settled down on top of him, helping him inside her. She came down fast and Michael moaned. "A lot of people say once you have kids the sex life goes away." Maria said in between pants. "Do you agree with that?" Michael shook his head, his hands on her hips. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. He knew she was smiling at him; she was always smiling at him. He opened his eyes to her smile and craned his neck forward wanting to meet her lips. She complied. Her wet mouth moved over his, down to his chin then to his neck. His hands clenched her ass, rhythmically pulling her to him, harder and harder. Her back arched as a small cry escaped her lips. It was only moments later he was physically forced to release himself in her. She collapsed on his chest and licked the sweat off his nipples. Michael held on to her, kissing her hair, running his hands along her slick back. Time seemed to stand still for him; this was where he was happiest. These were the times he wished would never end. "I don’t want to move," Maria spoke into his chest. "Like, ever." "Me either," he murmured truly meaning his words. "But we better," Maria slid off his and curled up in the crook of his arm. "What time are we going to Liz’s?" "I told Max we’d be there around seven, is that okay?" Perfect. We’re dropping Leia off at my moms at six-thirty," she saw the look in Michael’s eyes. "Don’t worry, the Sheriff is going to be there, too." "Are you ever going to call him anything but the Sheriff?" "Maybe. I was talking to him the other day and he said he was getting tired off taking all the heat when Leia flings things across the room." She grinned. "He said my mom’s starting to think he’s gone a little loopy." Michael laughed out loud. "I can see it." * * * "When’s Isabel coming with the cake?" Liz looked at the wall clock. "It’s getting late." "She said she’ll be here at six-thirty, that means she’ll be here no later than six-twenty. You know Iz, if anything, she’s anal." Max smiled and opened up a couple more lawn chairs. "You sure Maria didn’t let anything slip?" "She promised. Ms. DeLuca is watching Leia and they’ll be here around seven." She glanced at the clock again. "And where the hell are Kyle and Morgan with the balloons?" "Balloons? He’s not turning seven." "Shut up, I like balloons." She scowled. She pointed to the banner on the wall. "I think it’s still crooked." "It’s not crooked, will you just chill out?" Max walked over to her and hugged her. "It’s all good. You got all the bases covered and everyone will have a good time. Okay?" Liz nodded. "I can’t believe Michael’s going to be a Deputy, this is so cool." "I’m glad Isabel and Kyle are home to see it," Max said. "They get so much time off for the Holidays. How long do we get, like a minute?" "A couple of weeks, quit bitching." A knock at the door and she sighed with relief. "Cake or balloons?" "Cake." Liz opened the door to a dozen multi-colored balloons. "You lose." She called over her shoulder. "It’s Kyle and Morgan." She opened the door wider and let them in. "Thank you so much for getting them!" "No problemo," Kyle handed the strings to her and fought his way through the balloons. "Okay, now that was a problem." "You are such a baby," Morgan slapped his arm and he feigned pain. "Stop it. Anyway Liz, is there anything I can do to help?" "Actually, yes. Come with me." She handed the balloons to Max and walked into the kitchen with Morgan at her heels. "Stupid balloons," Max handed half back to Kyle and they proceeded to tie them on all the furniture. " ‘Congratulations Deputy Guerin’." Kyle read the banner and shook his head. "I can’t believe he’s going to be working with my dad. This is bizarre. It’s like he went out and grew up and didn’t tell anyone." "Tell me about it." "So, where’s Isabel? I though she’d be here by now." "She’ll be here soon. Before she gets here, tell me how she is." Max tied the last of his balloons to a chair leg. "When I talk to her she says everything’s great and good. You see her all the time, how is she really?" "She’s dealing." Kyle looked to the kitchen. "She actually is doing better that I thought she would, better than I would be if I had killed…" "She mention him at all?" "Rarely. She just needs time to get past it. She will, you know that." "Yeah, but I worry about her." "She’ll be fine," Kyle smiled as Morgan came back in the room with a veggie tray. "I wait tables everyday for Liz’s parents and now on my day off I’m waiting tables for Liz," she set the tray on the card table. "Hmm, what’s wrong with this scenario?" "You’re not getting paid for this?" Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Funny. How about this scenario, you go in there and help too! You can restore the balance." Kyle rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen to get his orders from Liz. "I thought she was almost done in there," Max asked Morgan. "She is, I just like to order Kyle around. " She grinned. "So, are they bringing the baby?" Max shook his head. "Too bad, she is so cute!" "I know." "So, have you guys set a date yet?" "Uh…No." "Why not?" Morgan sat down on the couch; Max sat across form her in a lawn chair. "I don’t know." "Not a good answer. Set a date, let me know so I can ask off work." Morgan smiled. "I love a good wedding." "You are strange." Max shook his head. "Like that’s not the pot calling the kettle black." She winked and walked back into the kitchen as Kyle was on his way out balancing bowls of chips and dips. "Little help Evans?" Max took one of the bowls and set it on the table. "We’re running out of room. When are you going to get a real table and chairs?" Max shrugged. He didn’t have answers for anyone tonight. A kick at the front door signified Isabel was there and she was carrying cake. Max opened the door and took the cake from her. "Thank you, my arms were falling asleep." She looked around at the decorations. "Is there going to be a clown, too?" "Liz likes balloons." He pushed a couple bowls of chips out of the way and set the cake on the table. He looked over as Isabel sat down next to Morgan. They began whispering and laughing. "What are you guys talking about?" "Don’t worry about it Evans," Morgan pointed at him causing Isabel to laugh harder. "Fine," Max shook his head, glad to see his sister smiling and laughing genuinely. "So, Michael and Maria should be here in about a half hour. You didn’t say anything, right?" "I know you’re not talking to me," Isabel pointed to herself. "I’m not the one who tells secrets." "Me either." Morgan crossed her arms over her chest. "Iz, can I show you something in the other room?" Max asked, his eyes boring into hers. Isabel excused herself and followed Max down the hall into the bedroom. He shut the door behind them. "What’s going on out there?" "What are you talking about?" Isabel looked at him through the tops of her eyes. "What was that line about keeping secrets about?" "It was nothing, chill." "Did you tell her?" Max’s voice lifted at the end. He remembered how bad she had wanted to tell Bret. "I didn’t tell her anything." Isabel shook her head. "We’re friends, Max. I really like her. We e-mail each other all the time. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I’m going to go blab all our secrets to her." "Okay." Max opened the door. "I had to ask Iz. I know you haven’t been yourself lately-" "Excuse me? How do you know anything? You’re not there! You’re here in your perfect little home. You don’t know anything that’s going on with me, dear brother." Isabel narrowed her eyes at him. "I’m sorry." Max looked down, what she was saying was dead on. "I shouldn’t have said that to you. I’ve been consumed in my own life lately." "And that’s a good," Isabel sighed. "I’m glad everything’s turning out for you the way it is. You’re supposed to worry about yourself. Just don’t jump to conclusions about other people’s lives without knowing the full story, okay?" Max nodded and opened the door. "I do miss you Iz." She smiled and hugged him. "I know, I miss you." * * * "Everything’s in the bag," Maria handed Leia to the outstretched arms of Jim Valenti. Her mother stood at his side. "You have the number for Liz’s and we’ll be home late." "How late?" Amy DeLuca put her hands on her hips. "After midnight, I’m sure." "Well, if it’s too late I think Leia should just stay the night." Amy smiled down at her granddaughter. "Oh," Michael shook his head. "It won’t be too late." Amy nodded and watched as Jim carried Leia to the couch and sat down with her in his arms. "Pathetic. Now Leia’s going to get all the attention tonight." "Great." Maria nodded. "Gotta go. Thanks mom. Thanks Sheriff." She called over to him. Michael let out a deep breath while walking to he car. He got in and waited for Maria to put on her seatbelt before starting the motor. "This is getting hard." "I know." Maria looked out the window. "At least the Sheriff‘s going to be there." "He’s not always going to be there, Maria. Sooner or later your mom is going to witness a flying object. How are we going to explain it?" "Telekinesis?" "Doubtful," Michael laughed and picked up her hand. "Since your mom’s watching Leia I’d almost rather go back home and have a little play time with you." "Well, that’s sweet," Maria fought the panic. "We’re expected. Kyle and Isabel are back in town and it’s a good chance for everyone to get together. Everyone’s moving in separate directions and it seems like it gets harder and harder for us all to get together." "Yeah, I know." Michael nodded. He had been thinking the same thing a few days earlier. He remembered the days when him, Max and Isabel were together all the time. Then they let people in and now everyone had their own lives. Maria smiled. She had meant what she said. She did miss her friends; she missed Liz the most. They used to see each other everyday or talk on the phone and now it was hard to get together once a week. She was still thinking that as Michael pulled into the lot and turned off the car. They walked up the stairs to the apartment and knocked. They waited a beat before the door swung open and the smiling faces of their friends met them. Michael saw the banner on the wall and blushed. He looked to Maria who shrugged in return, smiling. "Deputy Guerin!" Kyle clapped him on the back. "Unbelievable." "Glad you’re back, man." Michael smiled then hugged Isabel. "I’ve missed you Iz." "I’ve missed you so much!" She broke away from him. "Can I come over and see the baby tomorrow?" "Of course." He looked around the room and found Max, he hugged him. "Thank you." "It wasn’t me. Thank Liz, her idea." Michael broke away from him and saw Liz standing by the kitchen door, he approached her and picked her up giving her a bear hug. "You did this?" "I had help." She laughed while he spun her around. "Thank you. Oh Liz, thank you!" He kissed her cheek and looked around at all his friends who were there to support him. He hoped he wouldn’t let them down. * * * Graduation Day. Michael walked proudly across the stage in the Dexter High School auditorium. He had on his new official uniform complete with a shiny Deputy star. Michael Guerin was officially a Roswell New Mexico Deputy. He tried not to smile as he accepted his diploma but found it near impossible. Aside from the birth of his daughter, this was his proudest moment. He looked back into the small audience and found the faces of everyone who cared about him. After the short ceremony he met his friends and family outside; hugs were plentiful and Maria produced a camera. Pictures of Michael with everyone were taken, even one of him and Ms. DeLuca. After the picture she pulled him aside. "You know I never thought you’d turn into much. I thought you’d run away and break my baby’s heart." Amy wiped at her eyes. "I’ve known for a while now that I was wrong. I didn’t realize how wrong I was until I saw you on that stage today. " Michael opened his mouth to speak but Amy held up her hand. "I want you to know how proud of you I am Michael." She hugged him. Michael returned the hug somewhat clumsily. "So," Jim said loudly when the pair rejoined them. "Ready to start Monday morning eight a.m?" "I’ll
be there," Michael stood up straight and proud, Maria and Leia at
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