Roswell Fanatics

*Maria*

Michael wakes up and I have to admire his sexy morning hair. He looks so good slept in.

"Maria, did you sleep at all?" He questions his eyes narrowing worriedly.

"Not really." I answer honestly. Knowing that I am going to have to explain sooner or later I choose the later. Procrastination has always been my strong suit.

I ruffle his hair affectionatly adoring his sweet smile. Can I really change fate? I get visons of the future for a reason right? To change the path we are on will alter the destination we would have reached, but how? What do I have to do to insure that my nightmares don't come true.

"So... do you want breakfast in bed. Unlike Liz I couldn't cook to save my life, but I can warm up poptarts better than any witch this side of Roswell." I state in a sing song voice.

Michael

"Not really." Maria answers, smiling sleepily at me as she ruffles my disastrous hair. If it's possible, she looks more beautiful and sexy in the light from the window.

"So... do you want breakfast in bed. Unlike Liz I couldn't cook to save my life, but I can warm up poptarts better than any witch this side of Roswell." She asks, and I grin at her.

"Ahh, pop tarts. A woman after my own heart," I joke halfheartedly, shifting to make the uncomfortable more comfortable. I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "But I feel bad that you'd have to get up. Can't you just...magic them up here?" I joke once again, lightening the mood.

*Maria*

His smile sends sparks straight to my toes. How is it that with one look the boy makes me melt?

"Ahh, pop tarts. A woman after my own heart," He grins shifting so that we are both more comfy. His soft kiss on my forehead makes me feel protected and loved. I have slept with several men in my life. Thats not exactly a fact I am proud of now, but After I left Alex I did some serious cereal dating. Well, dating is a very loose term. Every morning I would wake up and leave before they had a chance to wake up and expect something from me.Lying here with Michael I understand for the first time that it's okay to need other people.


"But I feel bad that you'd have to get up. Can't you just...magic them up here?" he teases with a devilish grin.

"I could, but that would fall into the personal gain category." I smile before tilting my head slightly to one side.

"Plus they taste funny when you do it that way." I try to supress a smile. "Not that I would know." I shake my head assuringly.

Michael

"I could, but that would fall into the personal gain category. Plus they taste funny when you do it that way. Not that I would know." Maria says, grinning as she shakes her head in defense. She looks adorable with her head tilted like that, and it makes me want to kiss her again.

"Well then, I'm not hungry," I say, but even as I finish my sentence my stomach growls, disproving my words. "Okaaay, so maybe I am."

I can't remember the last time I was just in bed with someone, and actually stayed with them until morning. Being on the run sort of made dating hard, and drunken one night stands became a common occurence at one point, but that is in my past. Right now there is only one woman on my mind.

*Maria*

"Well then, I'm not hungry," he replies mid tummy grumble. My eyes give him a skeptical gaze. Looking like the kid who go his hand caught in the cookie jar he admits reluctantly "Okaaay, so maybe I am."

"Good because I am completely famished." Leaving his embrace seems like the worst idea ever ,but at this point nurishement is a neccessaty. Brushing a strand of hair away from his face so I can furthur enjoy the yummyness that is Micahel I flash him an academy award winning smile.

"I will just run downstairs grab'em and the be back before you can miss me." I assure him giving him a wink.

"Being that we are always having guests over Liz has collected every poptart flavor known to man. I'm serious. She prides herself on keeping us well stocked. Liz's tart of choice is the blueberry choice. Big surprise there." I giggle at the simpleness of her selection.

"Tess requires the Strawberry blast. While I myself must have the Death by Chocolate Fudge. A true chocoholics tart. So... What will be?" I ask eager to even know the small details to what makes up this man.

Michael

"Good because I am completely famished." Maria says, removing a strand of hair from my face as she gets up reluctantly.

"I will just run downstairs grab'em and the be back before you can miss me." She assures me winking as she turns back to face me. She goes on to mention with a giggle how they have practically every flavor, and my stomach grumbles again at the thought.

"So... What will be?" She asks me, waiting expectantly.

"Well, all those flavors are good...but I'm a fan of brown sugar if you have them." I say with a grin. Seriously. I love pop tarts. Whoever invented them is my savior.

"Hurry back."

*Alex*

"Hmmm...I just love the sound of that." she replies a smile spread across her gorgeous face.


"Mrs.Isabel Whitman!...it sounds so perfect." she states and I couldn't agree more.

She pushes me down on the sofa and sit on my lap resting her head on my shoulder. Her hand finds mine and places it on her round tummy.

"We will have to think of a name soon and make one of your rooms into a nursery." she says as her voice lowers intro a whisper.

"What names do you like?" I question feeling my eyelids begin to become heavy. This had been a rather exhausting day.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to our bed where I lay her down gently. Sliding in next to her I take in her heavenly scent and once again thank that goddess Maria is always praying to for allowing me to find Isabel.

Isabel/Calypso

The morning sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains awakens me...stretching my arms I sit up in bed

It feels good to be alive...and I'm Mrs.Isabel Whitman!
'Wooooohooooo!!' I do a little happy dance within myself

Looking over my shoulder I spot some hair sticking up from underneath the quilt
"God...he's so cute!" I mutter to myself...chuckling I get up out of bed and wrench the covers back

"Rise and shine Mr.Whitman" I say loudly

*Maria*

"Well, all those flavors are good...but I'm a fan of brown sugar if you have them." Just seeing him like that all happy snuggled underneath my covers is more than I could have ever hoped for.

"Coming right up." I reply as I turn toward the door.

"Hurry back." he states and even with my back turned I can feel his warm smile.

"I'll be back faster than you can blink." I reply before trotting down the stairs.

Gathering up our breakfast I return as quickly as humanly possible.


"Alright so two brown sugars and a glass of milk." I do my best waitress voice which isn't too hard seeing as how i have waited my fair share of tables in my time.

*Alex*

"Rise and shine Mr.Whitman" My bride annouces rousing me from my deep slumber.

"Hmmm 5 more minutes." I plead pulling the covers back over my head. Morning is not my brightest time.