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CHAPTER SEVEN In the two weeks since Liz had gotten the letter from the new future Max, she had read it at least a dozen times. Nearly getting caught by Max on several occasions. She had wanted to talk to Michael about it, Max had been right, but wanted to wait until things began to get back to normal with Maria. Liz chided herself in not wanting to discuss it with her best friend first. Sometimes it seemed easier to talk about all the otherworldly things with Michael. There was only six weeks left until the wedding and she was still busy making simple and inexpensive plans while school and work were wearing her down. All their friends had been helping as much as they could except they all had lives of their own, too. Morgan had been such a big help to her; she’d voluntarily taken a few of Liz’s shifts at work and even offered to make a few phone calls for her stating she didn’t have much of a social life since Kyle was at school. "Max," Liz entered the living room and found him lounging on the floor watching TV. He looked up at her expectantly; he knew the tone. "I was wondering. Do you think there is anyway that we can have Morgan in our wedding?" "As what?" "I don’t know, she’s just been such a big help to me and I do really like her." "Yeah, I know. But don’t go making special arrangements to try to squeeze her in. You never know, her and Kyle might not even be together after next week." "Oh, they will be," she smiled to herself. "Okay, never mind. It was worth a shot." "So, are your maid of honor and bridesmaid speaking yet?" "Oh, no. That would be too easy wouldn’t it?" Liz rolled her eyes and went back to the bedroom to read the letter again. After Max went to work that afternoon she’d call Michael and see if he could meet her. * * * "Oh my God," Maria opened the door. "Michael’s not here, he’s at work." She started to close the door but Isabel held it open with her hand. "Let me shut the door, please." "You know I came here to talk to you, will you let me in?" Isabel tried to keep her temper under control but sometimes with Maria it was so hard. Maria rolled her eyes and opened the door. Isabel breezed by her and sat on the couch. "You have to talk to me." "Fine, talk." Maria stood, arms folded over her chest. "Sit down and talk to me, don’t act like a five year old." Maria bit her lip and sat on the other end of the couch. "Better?" "Much. Now I know you’re pissed-" "Oh yeah." "Don’t interrupt. I’m sorry, okay? I never meant to break your confidence, but I felt I had to. Not only for you, but also for Michael. He had to know what was going on. You weren’t being fair to him. He was crazy. You have no idea about the things there were running through his mind." Isabel stated. "If there was any way that I thought I could have gotten around telling him, I would have." "You barely waited until I was out of the room." "I know, and I apologize for that." Isabel shook her head. "In case you haven’t noticed, sometimes I’m a little blunt." "No." Maria said sarcastically. "I’m sorry, Maria. I would never intentionally make you mad at me. As much as I didn’t like you when we really met, I do like you now. You’re part of my life, no matter what because you’re part of Michael’s." She glanced to the empty playpen. "Where’s Leia?" "Sleeping in her room." "All that time I spent over here, I really enjoyed." "Why, because I was comatose in the other room?" "No," Isabel sighed. "I love Leia and I loved watching her. I miss her." "She likes you, the way she plays with your hair; she doesn’t do that to anyone else except me." Maria fought a smile. "You’re good with her, I never worried." "She’s part of my dysfunctional family." She shrugged. "We’re all part of this family and we always will be. I don’t want you to be mad at me, not only because I actually do feel a smidgen of guilt, but because it makes everyone else’s lives easier if we’re back to being friends." "Okay," she sighed. "Truce. We’ll make nice again." "Good," Isabel relaxed. "And," Maria cleared her throat. "You were right. I should have told Michael right away and I might never have. Thank you." "Whoa. Didn’t see that coming," she beamed. "Now, I want to talk to you about something else." "Great." "This isn’t bad, relax. All those hours I logged sitting on this couch, when I wasn’t drooling over pre-grungy Johnny Depp, I was writing." "Writing what?" "A story. A story about a little girl with special powers." "Leia?" "Well, yeah, she was my muse. Anyway, I wanted you to read it and tell me what you think." "I didn’t know you were a writer." "Me either. Would you mind reading it and telling me what you think? Personally, I think it would make a great children’s book." "You’re not going back to school, are you?" "I don’t know yet." She shrugged. "Now, here’s the other thing. All that I time I spent with Leia, I was kind of trying to teach her." "Teach her what?" She asked skeptically. "In a very informal way, about the powers." Isabel explained the process she had been trying to teach Leia about when to use and when not to use the powers. "Do you think she understood? Because I still see stuff flying fairly often." "When I was here she seemed to understand," Isabel glanced at Maria’s expression. "I think she understood me. I know she’s young, but she’s so intelligent." "I know," Maria flashed briefly on Leia being able to tell the difference between her daddy and Rath. "Would you mind if I continued to work with her?" She asked hesitantly. "I just think I can help, you know." "Of course," Maria smiled. "Please!" "Good, now on to something else. I was talking to Kyle the on the phone the other day and he came up with a great wedding present that can be from all of us." * * * Liz watched Max get ready for work; she loved watching him tie his ties in the mirror, he looked so handsome. She wondered if he stayed in the Insurance business or not. She kissed him good bye and waited a few minutes before calling the Sheriff’s Department. Surprised when Michael answered. "Michael, hi." "Liz." "I need a favor," she took an audible breath. "When you get off work, can you come over? I really need to talk to you." "Please tell me this isn’t another end of the world problem," his smiled bled through the phone. "Aren’t they all?" Liz waited and made sandwiches. She waited in silence until she heard footsteps in the hallway. Opening the door, she surprised Michael whose hand was already raised ready to knock. "Come in." He sat at the card table and looked at the food in front of him. "And you’re going to feed me? This is serious." "I just thought you might be hungry." Liz answered and smiled when he picked up a sandwich. She sat across from him and took a deep breath. "Do you remember when I told you I had a visitor a couple of years ago?" "You’ve got to be kidding me." He set the sandwich down and stared at her. "I swear, if you tell me he came back from the future again…" "He came back." She shrugged. "I know it sounds impossible, but a couple of weeks ago, actually it was the night that you and Max found Rath, I left work and found a letter taped to the steering wheel." "Doesn’t your boyfriend have anything better to do in the future except come and visit you?" He smiled. "I don’t know. It wasn’t really as bad this time," she handed him the letter across the table. "Here, you read." Michael opened the letter and read. When he was done he looked at Liz, his eyebrows raised. "So, you have to get knocked up on the wedding night, huh?" "Yeah, crazy, huh?" "Yeah Liz, real fucking crazy. Why did you come to me about this? Why not Maria?" "Well, that’s interesting too. When I talked to him-" "You saw him, too?" "Not really, he stayed in the shadows. Said he didn’t want me to know everything about the future." She shrugged. "So I asked him if I should tell his present self and he said no that he’d freak out." "He got that right!" Michael laughed. "So, he said I’ll go to you. He said throughout the years that you and I have a ‘unique relationship’. I think we already have that, but he said no one quite understands it." "Okay, so in order for this great warrior to be born and stop a war on Earth in eighteen years, you have to conceive on your wedding night. The future baddies know that’s when the warrior is conceived and they’re going to try to prevent it. No warrior, they rule and eventually kill off Earth. Lantham is the supposed heir and Khivar controls him. The only thing that can change that is your daughter, she actually has to kill Lantham and claim the throne that is rightfully hers. Right?" "In a nutshell, yeah, I think." "So blood has to kill blood." He leaned back in the lawn chair. "Like Friday the 13th: The Final Friday, Jason had to be killed by a blood relative for him really to die. I think I get it." "Great. So what do you think?" "I think there’s going to be a war brought down here and your daughter is going to save the world," he nodded as if this was an everyday conversation and not one about saving the future world. "Sounds pretty clear to me. All you gotta do is make sure you get pregnant." "I told him I was on the pill and he said it would fail. Forces are working against the conception." "Any idea’s how they’re going to try?" Liz stood and unzipped her jeans avoiding Michael’s confused expression. She pulled them down far enough to expose the word on her thigh; the letters were still blood red. "Holy shit," Michael leaned forward to get a better look. "I thought it was going away." "Yeah kind of, until the other night. Now it burns all the time and it bled." "Well, you’ll just have to take it one step at a time. Apparently Max thought it was important enough to come back to tell you. Did he tell you how he came back, by chance?" "Granilith. He said he spent years leaning about it." "I knew he’d turn out to be a dork," Michael leaned forward resting his elbows on the table. "Did he happen to mention me?" "I asked," Liz blushed. "He wouldn’t tell me much about anything personal. He just said that the Guerin/DeLuca household was intact and fine." Michael grinned. "Thanks for asking." "We both already knew the answer to that, though. So, do you think I have anything to worry about?" "No, we’ll make sure you get yourself some." He laughed and ducked, narrowly missing a pen she threw at him. * * * Maria was waiting for Michael when he got home from Liz’s. She was dressed in a new cream slip nightgown. She extended her arms to him and smiled at his shocked expression. "Hi," he kissed her then looked around her. "Where’s Leia?" "Staying at my mom’s tonight," she smiled coyly. "That okay with you?" "Oh yeah," he undid his utility belt and draped it over the back of the couch; he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it along with his undershirt to the floor. He smiled and bent down to unlace his boots. When he stood back up, her hands were unfastening his pants. "Are you okay with this?" "I’m more than okay," she whispered looking into his eyes as she let his pants fall. He stepped out of them and scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. He stood and looked at her, a dim glow from the streetlight filtered in the window casting her in shadows. He fell in love with her all over again. She slipped the nightgown over her head, laying it down in back of her. She opened her arms to him and welcomed him to her. "I’ve missed you so much," she whispered in his ear. "It’s been so long." "I know how long its been," he kissed her cheek. "There’s no rush, I can wait if you’re not ready." "I’m ready, Michael." She gazed at him. He swept strands of hair away from her face, stroking her cheek. Running a finger over her lips he stared into her eyes, sinking into her. "I’ll never let you go, Maria. I’d be lost without you. I was lost without you." "I’ll never leave," a stray tear rolled down the side of her eye and into her hair. Michael lowered his head kissing down the smoothness of her stretched neck to her shoulder. Going down further, kissing her breasts, his mouth covering her nipples. She ran her hands through his hair and smiled. His mouth journeyed down her silky smooth skin, over the concave of her stomach. He looked up her through the tops of his eyes. Their eyes met and no words were needed. He parted her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs. His tongue traced her bikini line before he kissed skin back up to her mouth, crushing his against hers. He rose above her, without breaking eye contact plunged himself inside her. She grabbed his biceps and moaned, so soft, so feminine. He rested on one elbow and moved slowly inside of her, feeling every muscle, every texture of her. She caressed his cheeks, feeling the roughness of a full day’s growth. Craning her neck up, she lavished his neck with her mouth. He moved so slowly almost as if he was afraid he was going to break her. Her hands rested on his ass and pulled him inside of her further. Each time he pulled back from her, she brought him in faster and harder, their pelvic bones crashing into each other. She placed her hands back on his biceps and halted him. He looked at her and smiled. Lying flat on top of her, he embraced her, his arms holding each other under her. In a graceful movement, he rolled them over landing Maria on top. She bent down and kissed him, their tongues melting into one another. She leaned back up and rocked back and forth on him, her back arched hands on top of her head lifting her hair and letting it fall. Michael looked at her as she felt the vibrations rolling through his legs. She lay down on top of him and smothered him, his arms splayed at his side, clutching the covers underneath him. "I’ve really missed you," he whispered as she rose off and curled up next to him. He tilted his head and kissed her hair. She leaned up to him and met his lips for a chaste kiss. "I love you, Maria." "I know," she smiled and burrowed down next to him. |
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