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TITLE: Teaching Miss Parker
AUTHOR: Ping (Pijeechinadoll)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Liz Parker or Max Evans. They are from Roswell. I do not own Isabel or Alex either or a matter of fact anyone one else who is stated in my story. The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended I do not profit from them, they belong to their owners. ^^
ANY OTHER CHARACTER NOT KNOWN TO ROSWELL BUT WHO IS WRITTEN IN THIS STORY IS A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION> ALL MINE ^^
Pairings/Couples/Category: Max/Liz AU (LOL who else)
Rating: was originally teen/mature but now ADULT ^^
SUMMARY: isn't it obvious? LOL Liz Parker is a teacher. 6 years old Annabel is her pupil. Max Evan's is her uncle.

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#01.

Little Annabel pouted with a frown as she sat in her living room couch.

She looked up at the man staring down at her.

“Mummy told me not to speak ta strangers!” Annabel retorted as she crossed her arms in frustration.

The man laughed at her.

Annabel scrunched her nose in defiance.

She turned away from him.

The man laughed even more at her impertinence.

For her age she could wrap anyone around her finger. Even times like this he wasn’t let of the hook. This time he wasn’t going to let her get her own way. She was spoilt enough by her parents and her grandparents.

“I’m not allowed to speak to strangers. So I’m not speakin' to you!”

“But you still are talking!” he replied as he raised his eye brow.

“Am not!” cried Annabel

“Are to!”

“Are not!”

He stared down at the little girl who had a big pout on her face and arms crossed across her chest. She looked like she was going to cry. Crying was her forte; but he promised himself he wouldn’t be moved by her tears. Her pigtails were moving as she shook her head in defiance.

“Yes you are. Look Annabel arguing is classed as conversation. Conversation is talking…”

“Nuh huh!” cried Annabel.

“Annabel come on be good. You can have some tomorrow.”

“I’m telling my mummy!”

“GO tell her then!”

“Mummy! There’s a stranger talking to me!” Annabel shrieked with a grin.

She then turned to the man.

“See I told you I’d do it!”

“Your mummy isn’t here!” the man replied stating the obvious.

“STRANGER! STRANGER! STRANGER!” shrieked Annabel.

“But I’m not a stranger Annabel!” laughed the man even more with a chuckle.

“Mite as well be!” muttered Annabel.

The man sighed in frustration.

“Come on Annabel. Your mummy told me you’re not allowed any ice cream!”

Annabel shook her head and turned away even more.

The door then opened.

Annabel ran to the door and flung herself at he person walking through the door.

She cried on the spot.

“Uncle Max… Uncle Mickey is pickin' on me!”

Max looked over to his brother who now had his arms crossed as well.

“She started it!”

“Did not!” pouted Annabel crying.

Max couldn’t help but laugh.






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#02.

Max sat Annabel down on his lap as she spooned the fruit salad and cream into her mouth.

“You know you shouldn’t wind your uncle up, he can’t cope with you.”

Annabel looked around upwards at her favourite uncle as she munched away.

“He start’ it!” pouted Annabel as she ate.

“Annie don’t talk with you mouth full.” scolded Max.

“Sorry!” She replied as she swallowed her food.

“Now didn’t you mummy and daddy tell you that you wasn’t allowed any more ice cream today?” asked Max.

“Yeah but Uncle Mickey didn’t know that!” grinned Annabel.

“He did…” Max replied with a shake of his head.

“Yeh but I cud of argue’ me way to sum more, I didit last time. You jus came back to early!”

Max laughed out loud at the impertinence of his niece.

Annabel giggled.

Max sighed as he stopped laughing.

“You are usually so good when you’re with you mom and dad. Hell you’re usually always good for me! Why is you’re with Michael you always guaranteed to play up?”

Annabel mouth and eyes widen in shock.

“What?” replied Max.

“UMMMM… I’m telling mummy you said the H word! You’re not allowed to say that in front of me!”

Max shook his head again and leaned in closer.

“Are you going to tell?”

Annabel giggled.

“No! No I wudn’t tell on my favour’ite uncle.”

“Not even to your mummy and daddy.”

Annabel shook her head furiously.

“What about your grandma and granddad?”

“Nuh huh! You’re my favour’ite…” whispered Annabel soberly.

“…but only if u say sorree!”

Max smiled.

“Isn’t that blackmail?”

“Nuh huh! B’cause you woz in the wrong so you ‘ave to say sorry!”

“Okay! I’m sorry!”

Annabel shook her head.

“Nuh huh!” she shouted.

“What now Annabel?” question Max.

Annabel smiled at her uncle.

“You’re mean to say… I’m sorry Annabel Sophia Whitman.”

Max rolled his eyes again at her impertinence.

“I saw that!” Annabel grinned.

“Okay! Okay! I give in!” laughed Max.

“I’m sorry Miss Annabel Sophia Whitman!”

“Why you call me Miss Annabel? I’m not a teacher!”

“They call girls Miss if they’re not married. It’s their title.”

Annabel frowned.

“Mummy is a Mrs, right?”

Max nodded in agreement.

“And my teacher is a Miss. Does that mean she’s not married?”

“Yes I suppose so.”

Annabel pondered the answer, whilst Max’s mobile rang.

Max face frowned and then nearly dropped the phone in shock. Isabel and Alex had been in an car accident. They were both in hospital. Alex had a broken arm and leg and concussion. Isabel was in the worst state cause she had been pregnant, she was currently in the operation theatre, they wasn’t sure if she and the baby would make it.

Max heart pounded with fear.

“Uncle Max! Uncle Max. You ain’t listening to me!” Annabel giggled as she yanked on his shirt sleeve.

Max looked down at his niece trying to hold his tears, how was he going to explain this to her.







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#03.

After sending Annabel upstairs to go and get her teddy bears and her backpack, Max quickly spoke to Michael first to let him know what had happened. Michael quickly swung into action and rang Alex’s parents. Max’s parents were already on their way.

“Uncle Max me can’t find my red shoes!” shouted Annabel at the top of the stairs.

“I cannot go ta yours without them!”

“Be up… in a sec Annie!” shouted Max.

He turned to his brother with a sad smile.

“Max…”

“Get down to the hospital I’ll be down there as soon as I break the news to… Annie… Fuck… how I am going to tell her…”

Michael didn’t reply. He didn’t know what to say. Hell he had never been in the situation before.

“Max…”

Max sighed.

“It’s okay. You get going. Drive carefully. Any news let me know straight away!”

Michael nodded and gave Max a pat on the back.

“I’ve got my mobile on me. I’ll let you know!”

Max watched him go with trepidation, his stomach full of butterflies; he looked up the stairs and knew he had to go up there.

“Uncle Max… Uncle Max… Un’cle Max… Wheeere are u?” Annabel voice floated down the stairs in a sing song.

Max climbed the stairs slowly. His thoughts were jumbled up. How was he going to explain to his little Annabel that her mummy might not make it out of the operation, that she might die; her little brother that she was expecting in three weeks time might not make it. How did you tell that to a little girl? Her dad was also in hospital hurt… how was she going to take it. How was he going to explain it? God he didn’t want this job, but he didn’t want anyone else to do it either. His eyes watered at the thought, he sniffed them away…

Max sighed with frustration at the whole situation. He was meant to be having a fun weekend with his niece; her coming round his to have a sleepover. He was going to ply her with food, sweets, games and cartoons and films. His mum was going to come over and bake cakes as a treat. He had it all planned out. But instead he had to play the messenger of bad news. This wasn’t meant to be happening. He still couldn’t believe it; it had been broad daylight and the driver of the other car had been blind drunk behind the wheel. He had run the red light at the junction and went straight into the side of Alex’s car. The collision was also on Isabel side. The damn bastard nearly killed her on impact. And he gets away without a damn scratch on him. That was justice for you! Justice gone AWOL! Justice gone badly! It was shit! He had been arrested, but Max knew from experience that people like him got off scott-free. I mean after all he was a lawyer.

“Uncle Max why you takin’ so long?” asked Annabel.

She was sitting at the top of the stairs. She looked at her uncle closely, her little eyes scrutinising him. He looked sad and angry. More angry than sad, or did he look more sad. Annabel couldn’t tell. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t understand why he was being like this.

Panic ran though her. Maybe Uncle Max thought she had been too naughty and didn’t love her no more.

He little heart cried out. She stopped herself from throwing herself at her favourite uncle.

“Annie…” he started.

“Uncle Max… do… don’t you… want to… have me… cum round no more?” whisper Annabel close to tearing up.

“Oh god no!” cried Max pulling Annabel up into his arm and hugged her tight.

“I love you littlebit!” he said using her nickname for her.

He walked her into her bedroom and sat her down on her bed and kneeled down in front of her. A tear trickled down his cheek. It scared the daylights out of Annabel. She had only ever seen her Uncle Max ever cry the one and that was last years when granddad Philip had a heart attack. This wasn’t good, this scared her.

“Un’cle Max your scarin’ me…” Annabel pulled at his sleeve to get his attention.

“Is sumthin’ wrong with nanna or gran?” asked Annabel.

Max shook his head.

“Granddad or pop?” asked Annabel again.

Max sighed in defeat, how was he going to tell her.

“Uncle Max!” cried Annabel, whose bottom lip quivered.

“Oh god…” whispered Max in mild panic. Should he ease her into it or do it straight away. Fast, like ripping off a plaster.

He hugged her and looked down at her. So much for trying not to scare her, he had already done that and he hadn’t even said anything yet.

He pulled her onto his lap.

“Littlebit… it’s your mummy… and daddy…

Annabel didn’t respond, in fact she sat very still on Max’s lap.

Max continued.

“They were in an accident…

“They’re in hospital…

“Do you want to go to the hospital? I know you don’t like them. Is there anything you want to ask me?”

He didn’t want to bombard her little head with too much information unless she asked for it.

Annabel shook her head; she clutched her teddy bear closer. Annabel didn’t understand what was happening. In fact she was very scared.

Max hugged her closer and stared towards the window. Silence flooded the room.

They sat there not moving or not talking.

“Uncle Max… are they… goin’ to be okay?”

Max’s head whipped downwards to Annabel. At first he wasn’t sure if she had spoken. She started of so quietly; she was as quiet as a mouse.

Max sighed with sadness.

“Your daddy has a broken arm and leg. The doctor can fix them…”

“What ‘bout mummy? What about Booboo?” cried Annabel.

Booboo was the nickname given to the baby bump by Annabel. It was a boy but Isabel and Alex were undecided with names. So they called the bump Booboo at the suggestion of Annabel.

“What about my little brother?” cried Annabel finally letting her tears fall.

“Uncle Max I want my mummy! I want my mummy! Please…”

#04.

Max watched as he carried Annabel from the car. She had fallen asleep crying her eyes and heart out. He still didn’t know if Isabel had made it of not. He supposed if she didn’t make Michael would have rung him. ‘So no news is good news’ or was the saying ‘no news is bad news.’ Hell how was he suppose to remember, hell his brain was barely functioning.

Annabel whimpered in his arms clutching her blanket and teddy closer to her and tried to snuggle more comfortably in his arms.

Max sighed with a heavy heart.

What was going to happen to Annabel?

Alex was in hospital so he couldn’t look after his daughter, Isabel well he couldn’t think about her just yet… his parents were still old and not getting any younger; looking after her for a while was okay, but for 24 hours. He didn’t think they could handle Annabel, but then again he didn’t think Annabel would be her usual self.

He walked up to reception to see which floor Alex and Isabel were on. Apparently Isabel was still in the operation theatre. Alex was in one of the private recovery room in the east wing. He wasn’t sure where he should go first. So he tossed a coin mentally in his head and decided to go see Alex first. He was sure Annabel would feel more happier in seeing her dad first before hearing any news about her mum.

On enter Alex’s room; Alex was sat upwards propped against his pillow. He had his eyes closed; Max couldn’t tell if he was sleeping or was he resting his eyes. He had cuts and bruises on his face. His foot and arm was bandage up. He had a large plaster across his forehead. He looked pretty messed up for someone who was quite lucky.

Alex opened his eyes to see his brother in law carrying his daughter.

His heart nearly died at the sight of her.

A tear slipped down his face. He held out his good arm to hold his daughter.

“Are you sure?” questioned Max wondering if Alex was strong enough.

“I need to hold my daughter Max…” replied Alex.

Max placed Annabel in her father’s lap and sat down in the chair next to the bed. Annabel barely moved but she whimpered out loud.

“She’s been crying?” said Alex to no one in particular, as he stroked her hair.

Max nodded.

Alex sighed.

“She’s a lot like he mother you know…”

Max nodded in agreement.

“…I take it she knows then… I haven’t heard anything. My parents have just gone upstairs. Apparently everyone is up there…”

Alex cursed silently; Annabel still asleep flinched and clutched her blanket closer. Her teddy slipped out of her hand and dropped on the bed. Max picked it up and held it in his hand. He remembered given it to her two years ago, even then it had become her favourite toy.

“THIS IS SO FUCKED UP MAX…

“We were just coming back from the park after having a picnic. We had just spent the morning getting a scan for the baby.

“AND BAM… Out of nowhere we where waiting at a junction and that damn bastard went smash into our car. THE FUCKING BASTARD… Isabel is in the theatre upstairs… we don’t know if she’s going to make it… They’re given Isabel a caesarean as well… Cause our baby was in distress…

“How do I explain to my daughter that…”

Alex emotions were out of whack, which was understandable.

Max emotions were in just as a bad place as Alex’s. They were both angry and upset, Max wanted to scream and shout, but Annabel was there.

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT BASTARD COMES AWAY FROM THE ACCIDENT WITHOUT A STRATCH. DID YOU KNOW HE WAS BLOODY DRUNK?”

Alex was in blind rage.

“Alex calm down you’ll wake Annie!”

Alex looked down at Annabel; he hugged her closer as his anger shimmered down slightly.

“Isabel could die…” whispered Alex quietly.

“…my wife …the mother of my kids might die…”

“Alex try not to think like that… there’s still hope!” replied Max, hoping in hell himself.

There was a knock at the door. Both Alex and Max looked up to see Michael and a doctor standing there.

“Hey bro…” muttered Michael. The stone wall was already etched around his heart.

Michael leant against the wall as the doctor took Alex’s chart.

“How are you feeling?”

“Just peachy!” bit out Alex in sarcasm, which was understandable.

“Do u need anymore painkillers?”

Max spoke up.

“I think Alex just needs to know what happening with his wife.”

The doctor sighed heavily, which to Max wasn’t a good sign.

“…Your son just arrived 20 minutes ago, he a healthy weight, but he’s having trouble breathing so the paediatrics doctors have put him on a ventilator. We have high hopes…”

Max breathed sigh of relieve.

“Your wife Isabel however is still in the operation theatre… She’s lost a lot of blood. The impact of the crash ruptured a kidney. Her legs were crushed. She also had extensive bleeding to her intestines…”

“What else?” whispered Alex dreading to hear more.

“I’m sorry to say this Mr Whitman, but she might also have brain damage. We aren’t sure she’s wake up… she’ll be in a coma once we finish the op…”

“GET OUT!” shouted Alex, not wanting to hear more.

“Alex!” replied Max.

Alex heart was broken.

“Just get him out… please… max… just get… him out…” whimpered Alex as he hugged his daughter.

“I’m sorry doctor could you…”

The doctor nodded in defeat and left the room. He hated given bad news. This was one of the worse.





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#05.

Michael had come and gone. He had taken himself upstairs to pass on the message to the rest of the family that Alex didn’t want to see anyone other than Max and Annabel. Max had stayed with Alex just in case he needed anything and had fallen asleep in the chair.

Alex was still awake, he just couldn’t sleep. He just held Annabel as she slept.

His anger has shimmered down at lot more, now he was upset.

He wanted to see Isabel but he couldn’t move from the bed just yet, because they had only just taken her up to her room. Hell he wanted to go and see his newborn son. He wanted to go see both but the nurse said he needed to rest and that he needed to stay in bed, but Alex pleaded with her and said that if she didn’t; he would crawl up there himself. And so the nurse relented but said she would be round with a wheelchair after her medicine rounds.

The nurse had asked him before she left if he wanted to put Annabel down in a bed in another room. But he shook his head in refusal. Right now all he had wanted to do was hold his daughter.

Annabel shifted in his arms as she gripped her teddy tighter.

“Mmm… da… ddy…” she murmured in her sleep.

She then tossed and turned and then woke up. She wiped the sleep from her eyes.

She sat up slightly and wrapped her arms around her daddy neck, tears slipped down her face.

She buried her head into his neck.

“Daddy!” she cried.

“Oh god Annabel I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I didn’t take care of your mummy…”

Annabel pouted with tears.

“Daddy is booboo o’kay? Is mummy okay?”

Alex smiled sadly at his daughter and held her tight.

“Come on…” replied Alex “we’re going to see booboo…”

“Is booboo here?” cried Annabel, her eyes widen in surprise. “Can we go see him and mummy?”

“Wake Uncle Max and well go see…”

Annabel let go off her blanket and then scooted off her daddy’s lap and the carefully sat on the side of the bed, swinging her legs over the side.

“Careful Annie.” said Alex.

Annabel nodded as she dropped to the floor in front of Uncle Max’s seat. She smiled a sad smile and then pulled at Max’s sleeve. Max woke up to someone pinching his hand.

“Ow!” cried Max.

He looked down to see his niece pulling his sleeve and pinching his hand. She still looked tired and she looked like she had been crying again. He turned to see Alex still awake.

“Uncle Max I want to go see booboo and mummy.”

Max looked at Annabel and then back at Alex.

“Get me a wheelchair Max I want to go see my newborn son and wife!”

Max nodded.

“Do you want to go with Uncle Max?”

Annabel looked up his daddy and then Uncle Max. She shook her head and held her arms up to her daddy.

“I wait here.”

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#06.

Alex sat in the wheelchair as Annabel sat in his lap, as Max pushed it.

“Annabel is quiet.” questioned Max.

Alex sighed as he looked at his daughter. She was definitely more subdued as Max had pushed then out the room.

“Did she say much when I left the room?”

Alex sighed again. “She just said mummy will be okay. Mummy will wake up. And then she didn’t say anything else…”

They arrived at their destination. They got put into some protective gowns and head wear and were told to wash their hands. Alex and Max entered the room and were pointed towards the incubator where baby Whitman lay with the ventilator breathing. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed.

Alex pressed his hand against the pain of the glass, he looked so tiny.

Annabel stood still near the doorway she glanced around petrified, she had never seen so many babies before. But all these babies were in what she thought looked liked glass cases. Something like you would put a guinea pig. She didn’t like it. The babies didn’t look happy. There was no crying, wasn’t babies supposed to cry. How did you know if they were hungry or tired if they didn’t cry? Annabel looked at her own skin and then at the babies’ skin; some babies looked so pale. She watched her daddy and Uncle Max stand closely to one incubator. Was that her booboo? Was that her new baby brother?

She remembered when she first heard that mummy and daddy were going to have a new baby; she was scared that her mummy and daddy wasn’t going to love her no more. But then mummy sat her down and explained that just because they were having a new baby wasn’t going to mean that they didn’t love her. In fact they had enough love for the both of them and that in fact Annabel was gaining another person to love her. And she was going to have to be a big sister and look after her new baby sister or brother.

Max watched Annabel from the corner of his eye. She looked so lost. He waved her over, but she stood rigged at the door. She shook her head declining to move.

Max walked over and hitched her up into his arms.

“Don’t you want to meet you brother?”

Annabel shook her head again.

Max carried her over and sat down in the seat so Annabel could look closer.

Annabel looked over closely for the first time to see her baby brother. He was so tiny. And he had this thing over his nose.

“He looks tiny… wat’s tat thing?” asked Annabel.

“It helps him breathe Annie.” replied Alex.

“Daddy is booboo going to get better…”

Alex nodded.

“He’s going to be just fine. He just needs help to breathe. He was a little early in coming into the world…”

Annabel frowned as she poked her hand through the hole and gently use her hand to stroke his arm. His skin was so soft.

“Is it cause of the accident?” whispered Annabel as a tear slipped down her cheek.

Alex shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe maybe not.” replied Max.

“We don’t know…” replied Alex.

“Oh…”

“Hey Annabel have you thought about a name for booboo?” asked Max.

Annabel shook her head.

“Can I name him daddy?” asked Annabel looking up at daddy with shiny eyes.

Alex couldn’t help but tear up.

“Of course you can sweetheart!”




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#07.

An hour or so had past as they just sat and watched baby booboo sleeping. Annabel still hadn’t named him yet; she said with a pout early that if she would have thought of one she would have told them. So she specifically told Uncle Max to stop pressuring her and annoying her thinking space.

She sat there stroking booboo’s arm and kept umming and ahhh-ing. She would put her finger to her lip and chew on it, hell she sat there pouting whilst tapping her head. If the situation wasn’t that bad, Max would have found the situation very funny. But he wasn’t laughing.

He turned as he heard Alex sigh.

Alex looked liked Annabel; they didn’t want to leave booboo.

“Annabel.” whispered Max.

Annabel shook her head in refusal. She seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“Don’t wunna go…” cried Annabel.

“Don’t wanna leave booboo alone here! Can’t he cum with us, he’ll wanna see mummy as well! CAN’T WE TAKE HIM WITH US!” cried Annabel.

Alex sighed.

“I wish we could sweetie, but he has to stay in here to get better. You want that don’t you?”

Annabel frowned as she stared at her brother and then nodded in defeat. She pressed both her hands against the window and pouted sadly.

“I cannot even kiss ‘im goodbye…”

“I know sweetie. Come on.”

Annabel nodded as she took one more glance at booboo.

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They arrived outside Isabel room with trepidation. Annabel was especially quiet herself.

They saw Mr and Mrs Evans stepping out the doorway. Diane Evans looked liked she been crying a lot, Philip Evans looked stressed out and angry, he cursed.

“Dad!” scolded Max as he stepped aside to reveal Annabel.

Philip sighed and kneeled down in front of Annabel and smiled remorsefully.

“Sorry sweetie, hey how are you?”

He held his arms out so he could hug his granddaughter.

Annabel clutched her teddy to herself, as much as she loved her pop and nanna she didn’t want to hug them or talk to them. She stepped closer to her Uncle Max.

Alex sighed himself.

“Sorry Dad don’t take any offence, she’s not herself.” Alex replied.

Diane let out a sob; Philip stood up to console his wife.

“I’m going to take your mother home. Max are you going to bring Annabel home later?”

Annabel eyes widen in distress. Max picked her up as Annabel buried her head into his neck.

“Um actually Dad I’m going to cut down my hours so I can stay with her.”

Diane sobbed again.

Philip sighed and looked at Alex whose face was very passive.

“Fine. Look… I’m going to take your mum home; she’s not taken this very well.”

Alex and Max waved goodbye to them as they turned and left and took a deep breathe before entering the room.

The sight before them was shocking. There lay Isabel, her statuesque form lay limply on the bed. They couldn’t see the damage done under the blanket but the damage on her upper body was enough. The sight was traumatic. She had like booboo something to help her breathe, like an oxygen mask as she couldn’t breathe on her own. She had cuts and bruises all over her beautiful face from where the car glass window must have shattered over her. Her beautiful hair looked matted by the remains of the blood that had covered her head, whilst the bandage covered the top of her forehead. Her arm was in a cast as well.

She didn’t look like Isabel the statuesque good looking woman.

Alex cried immediately at the sight of her. Max pushed him closer so Alex could touch her.

Annabel still had her head tucked into Max’s shoulder. Max could feel the tears seep through his shirt.

Max tried to put her down.

Annabel squirmed as he did so, she didn’t want to see her. Maybe this was the wrong decision. Alex was still crying, so Max took Annabel outside the room.

“Don’t you wanna see you mummy?” asked Max as he sat down.

Annabel shook her head.

“But that’s your mummy in there; she’s going to wake up soon or later, she’s just… I don’t know… asleep… you know like sleeping beauty…”

Annabel picked at the invisible fluff on her teddy bear.

“Will mummy go to heaven?”

Max knew he didn’t have a proper answer for her, how was he supposed to tell her he didn’t know whether she would like or die? And so he told her in so many words.

“I don’t know Littlebit, all we have to do is hope. If we go in there and tell her we love her and want her to wake up…”

“But how will she ’ear us if she’s sleep?” pouted Annabel.

Max thought about it logically,

“Um… she could hear it through her heart. Or maybe her dreams, People says that just because a person is asleep in a coma doesn’t mean they won’t hear you.”

Annabel pulled a face.

“Are you sure? You’re not tellin me porkies are u?”

Max pretended to be offended by placing his hand to his chest.

“Who me?” Max said in shock.

Annabel gave him a little smile.

“Can I go and see mummy now?”

Max lifted her up a little thankful that she agreed. He brought her into the room again. But unlike the time when they saw booboo Annabel didn’t touch Isabel. In fact she stayed in Max’s lap.

“Do you not want to touch your mummy?”

Annabel shook her head.

“Don’t wanna hurt her Uncle Max…” whispered Annabel, as she looked at all the cuts and bruises on her mummy.

Alex looked up at his daughter.

“You won’t Annie.”

Annabel looked up at Uncle Max.

“How come booboo did not ‘ave cuts n bruises?”

Alex sighed.

Max smiled sadly at the limp body of Isabel.

“Booboo was in your mommy so she protected him!”

Annabel nodded.

“Can I giv my teddy to mommy she need it moor than me?”

“Won’t you be lonely without it?” asked Alex.

Annabel shook her head.

“I have plenty of teddy bears at home. I wanted to bring booboo his new blue elephant as well.”

Alex nodded at his daughter with a proud look in his eyes.

They sat there a while when the nurse knocked on the door. “Mr Whitman there you are! Come on, you’ve been missing for ages. You need to go back down stairs and rest.”

Alex Sighed again, as he leaned over a pressed a kiss on his wife’s lips.

“I want to be moved up to this floor.” He stated as he turned round to the nurse.

The nurse smiled gently.

“We’ll see what we can do, but I can’t promise anything.”

Alex reached over and kissed his daughter.

“Behave for Uncle Max okay.”

Annabel nodded primly.

“Excuse me nurse could you take Annabel down to my room to collect her blanket we’ll be right behind you.” Spoke Alex.

The nurse left the room with Annabel with out much argument from Annabel. Max knew that Alex had wanted to speak to him. Alex smiled a smile that had tears collected at his eyes.

“Max thank you for looking after my daughter.”

“Hey don’t say that she’s my niece. I love her as well.”

“Are you going to take Annabel back to yours?”

Max shook his head.

“No I was hoping I could stay at yours. I think Annabel mind find it better to sleep in her own room. If that’s okay with you?” replied Max.

“Yeah sure, umm about her going to school on Monday, see how she feels first.”

Max nodded.

“Don’t worry Alex. I’ll ring them up and deal with it. See what they say…”




TBC? ^^ next chapter meet LIz Parker the school teacher.

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ON WITH THE STORY!
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#08.

Max woke up to a sore back due to not sleeping well and not having much slept either. He reached under himself and pulled out a panda teddy bear, he must have slept on it. He rubbed his back to ease the ache.

He looked over next to himself to see Annabel sleeping on her side with her thumb in her hand (which she only did in her sleep when she was upset or had a bad dream) and her blanket in her other hand.

~They had got back late last night, after going to Max’s to pick up his stuff. Annabel hadn’t said much in the car on the way to her home, in fact she fell asleep. Max knew it was cause the fact that Annabel going home to her house without her mummy and daddy. Without her baby brother booboo…

Max had lifted her out of the car and got her changed, he had to half wake her to make her brush her teeth. That she did but in a sleepy trance, which ended up with her toothpaste dribble down her mouth. Max had to help her rinse her mouth and wipe the toothpaste off her chin. He washed her face and lifted her into her bed. She fell back asleep as soon as she hit the pillow. Max himself couldn’t sleep just yet. He had to go to Alex’s office to find Annabel school details. Which he didn’t have to look much or far, there pinned on Alex’s notice-board was a piece of paper the head teacher’s name; the school address and telephone. He also had to speak to his law firm partners. Speaking to one partner Joshua was really understanding, which was why him, Joshua and Megan got on so well in working in the practice. Luckily for himself, Joshua said that he would split the cases between himself and Megan.

Max himself got dressed into his pyjamas and climbed into bed. He used the spare bedroom next to Annabel’s so he wasn’t far away from her.

It was late and he knew he should have slept but he couldn’t, so he had sat up on his laptop.

During the middle of the night though as he fallen asleep, he suddenly heard crying at his doorway. There stood Annabel with a panda bear and her blanket clutched in her arms.

“Un’cle… Max… I want mommy…. I want daddy… and booboo… I can’t sleep without them. House seems emptiee…”

Max scooted over and patted the bed.

“Come on then…”

Annabel smiled shyly, wondered over and climbed in. Max tucked the duvet over his niece and lay down himself.

“She will get better littlebit.”

Annabel nodded sleepily.

“Sleep littlebit… hopefully the little world will seem brighter…”

And so she did without a little peek from her.

~ Max was going to go to the study to ring Annabel’s school but at the same time he didn’t want to wake her. So he climbed out of bed and sat on the ottoman near the window. Yes it was Sunday but Annabel has an hour of Sunday school in about a few hours time so he knew the head mistress would be there to speak to.

“Hello can I speak to the head mistress… Max Evans… Umm about my niece… yes I’ll hold the line…” replied Max as he looked back

‘I’ll put you through…’

Max was held on line for only a few seconds, before a voice came on line.

‘This is Ms Greenwood how can I help you Mr Evans…’

“Um… I’m actually ringing on behalf of my niece…”

‘Your niece? …does she have a name?’

“Yes um… Annabel Whitman…” Max sighed. “Her parents, my sister and husband… they were in a car accident yesterday…”

‘Oh my god… I so sorry to hear that… Annabel is such a wonderful little girl… oh god… I don’t know what to say… I can understand if you don’t want her to come to Sunday school today. She’ll be missed by her class mates and teacher… will you be wanted her to have time off as well?’

“Um that’s the thing I’m not sure… Alex, her dad said it’s up to me… I mean… I’ve taken time off… but I’m not sure what to do… I’ve never been responsible for a child full time… I’ve never been a father… but she’s my niece so I have to… what do you call it? Step up to the plate…”

‘Hmm I see… well why don’t you bring her to Sunday school? …See how she goes, if she can’t cope we can always decide with Miss Parker as to what to do next. I mean it’s only for an hour and parents are always welcome to stay… It’s so parents can get to know other parents and enjoy learning and teaching their kids… Something fun to experience… Of course you’ll come in substitute of Alex and Isabel…

“Um who’s Miss Parker?”

There was a short laugh at the other end.

‘I’m surprised Annabel hasn’t spoken about her. Miss Parker is Annabel’s class teacher, Annabel’s favourite teacher as well. You’ll meet her today when you’ll come…’

“Uncle Max…”

Max looked over to see Annabel sit up in bed.

“Excuse me one second.” Max said into the phone.

Annabel looked up in curiosity.

“Who’s that? Is it Daddy?” whispered Annabel with a sad smile.

“No it’s your head mistress…”

Annabel eyes widen in shock.

“Can I have the phone please Uncle Max?”

Max raised his eye brow in curiosity but gave the phone to his niece.

“Hullo Ms Greenwood… uh huh... I’m okay… just worried about mummy and daddy… uh huh… Can I speak to Miss Parker? Is she there? …please …thank you…”

Annabel cried a little, a tear slipped down her face.

“Miss Parker! …yeah… uh huh… daddy has a broken arm and leg… mummy is asleep… can I come see you? …uh huh… No… Uncle Max… yes please...”

Max was curious as to what Miss Parker was saying to his niece but couldn’t hear the other side because they were so quiet.

All he heard was Annabel side and even that had him wondering in more curiosity.

And So Max Evan’s found himself driving Annabel to Sunday school to see Miss Parker.

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#09.

“Come on Annabel don’t you want to go in and see your friends and teacher…”

Annabel sat rigid in the passenger seat. Max sighed. They had arrived 25mins before the start of Sunday school but when they got there. Annabel clammed up. She refused to get out of the car.

“Littlebit come on, I know you’re scared…”

Annabel shook her head in denial.

“Ok you stay in here im going to get your teacher… I’m going to lock the car door… I’ll be right back… is that okay?”

Annabel didn’t reply, a tear slipped down her cheek.

Max quickly climbed out of the car and locked. It. He ran up the stairs and entered the building. He wondered over to the reception but no one was there. He sighed as he looked at the map as he found the head mistress office.

The secretary had her back turned and was on her hands and knees, she looked liked she was looking for something. She crawled beneath the table and grabbed something and then pulled herself out.

“Hey watch you head!” Max responded as he watched her.

She jerked with surprise at a voice behind her and whacked the back of her head.

“Ow…”

“Oh God I’m sorry!” cried Max.

She stood up and leant against the desk rubbing her.

“What do think you’re doing sneaking up on people?” She looked up at him.

Max froze at the sight of this dark chocolate brown haired beauty looking at him. His breath froze at the same time a lump formed in his throat. She had gorgeous dark eyes. She had a black v neck jumper on and a tight green skirt on with white trainers on her feet. He was in awe of the sight, where had she been all his life.

She tried not to stare at him herself. Wow a stunning man like that should be illegal and arrested for looking that good.

Max watched her bite her lip.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

Max shook his head from all thoughts of temptation and put his thoughts back to his niece. That’s why he was here for his niece to here to dribble of this goddess.

“Um yeah… um I’m wondering if you could direct me to Miss Parker’s classroom. I need to speak to her…”

He watched her eyes widen in shock. And wondered why a secretary would look so curious.

“Hi you must be Mr Evans.” She said.

Max looked at her weirdly. Did he give his name to her when he rang? He wasn’t sure… maybe he did…

She looked at him, as he watched her.

She held out her hand to shake his.

“I’m Miss Parker. Where’s Annabel?”

Max jaw dropped.

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#10.

Liz noticed that as they walked quickly outside Max Evans couldn’t stop glancing at her. She blushed under his heated gaze and tried to brush it aside. It was like he was mentally flirting with her with his amber eyes. It shook her to the core. But now wasn’t the time.

“Keys please!” stated Liz.

“Huh?” Max asked gormlessly.

She couldn’t help giggle as they arrived at his car. She could see Annabel already sitting there with a sad pout.

Max handed her the keys, brushing her fingers unintentionally with his fingers. She subconsciously gasped.

She quickly opened the passenger side; all thoughts of Max Evan’s were pushed aside.

“Hey Annabel.” She whispered in a soft voice trying to coax her.

Annabel looked up a sad single slipped down her face.

“Aww sweetie…”

Liz lifted the little girl out and sat her on the front car bonnet.

“Now… I hear you wanted to speak to me…”

Annabel nodded then shook her head.

“Yes you do… oh you don’t… sweetie. Ms Greenwood told me already, but I would like to hear it from you.”

Annabel shook her head and reached out to her Uncle Max. Max lifted her easily into her arms and leant against the car. Liz moved and stood next to them. Annabel rested her head against Max’s head and stuck her thumb into her mouth.

Liz shook her head at the gesture.

Annabel pouted a little and pulled the thumb out of mouth.

“Now are we going to talk…?”

Annabel shook her head again.

They all turned to hear a shout from a little boy!

“Annie-fanny!”

“Hey Annie where’s your daddie?” sniggered the little boy with another boy.

The mother slapped his head at seeing Miss Parker then. Sorry she said meekly and took her twins through the gates to the playground.

Annabel burst into tears.

“Uncle Max I wanna go home. I wanna go see booboo! I don’t like it here anymore.”

Max sighed.

“I’m sorry Miss Parker…maybe I should take her home…”

Annabel whispered something.

“Every’ one gonna laugh at me…”

“Aww sweetie! Of course they aren’t!” replied Liz.

“Mummy is hurt n sleeping and daddy is hurt as well. Booboo is havin’ trouble breathin… a car hit them Miss Parker… and…”

Annabel continued to cry.

“But they’re in hospital aren’t they?”

Annabel looked up in curiosity.

“It’s the best place for them to get better. Aren’t they Mr Evans?”

Max nodded in agreement.

“And no-on will laugh at you! If they do they will have to deal with me! Won’t they Mr Evans?”

Annabel smiled slightly but then frowned.

“Why d’you call my Uncle Max Mr?”

Max gave a small smile at Liz. She couldn’t help but smile back.

“It’s the polite thing to do we don’t know each other!”

“Uncle Max tis is Miss Parker. SEE now u know each other! You can’t call Uncle Max Mr. It’s not rite! Uncle Max is Uncle Max.” Annabel said trying to state the obvious.

Liz giggled a little.

“Hi Uncle Max!” Liz said.

Max scowled at Liz over Annabel head.

“Nuh huh.!” Whispered Annabel.

“Only I call him uncle! …oh and booboo!”

“What do I call…” said Liz not being able to finish her sentence, because two little girls and boy came running out with a lady.

“Annie!”
“Annabel!”

“Are you okey?” asked one girl.
“Please stay.” Said the boy.

Annabel scooted in Max’s arm. Max let her down.

“Hi!” Annabel said shyly to her friends.

The little girl who hadn’t said anything held out her hand to Annabel and pulled her towards the school gate. Annabel let herself be pulled.

“Will she be okay?” whispered Max.

“We’ll have to see won’t we…” replied Liz, looking up at him.

She handed back his keys and began to walk away.

“Are you coming Mr Evans?”






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#11.

Max watched both Annabel and the woman called Miss Parker. Miss Parker the teacher, he wondered what her first name was. He looked at her and tried to think about what her name was, he could see it being something elegant and long. But then again it could be something short and sweet. He wanted to know everything about her, but at the same time he was scared at being too forward. Yes he had dated before and yes he been in relationships but none of them compared to what he was feeling right now.

He watched as Miss Parker finish reading the book and stand up and let someone take her place. She glanced over towards him and wondered over.

She bit her lip as she sat next to him. She couldn’t help but feel a little shy, he had been watching Annabel but at the same time she watched him watching her.

He sighed, letting out deep breath.

Liz smiled.

“She looks a little happier. Have you met her friends before? The little boy is called Callum and the two girls; the one black hair Shari and the Chinese girl is Stephy”

Max shook his head.

“I’ve met other friends of hers. But not them…”

Liz nodded.

“She a friendly little girl, but for some reason Timmy likes picking on her. I think he likes her. They always say that at that age when you like somebody you pick on them…”

“Yeah but I didn’t like the way he called my niece Annie-fanny. That’s cruel!”

Liz smiled.

“Very true but I think it started because Annie refused to share her lunch with him, but shared her lunch with Dillon his brother!”

Max laughed.

“My niece wouldn’t come between two brothers; she has more sense than that.”

“You know her well then? You’re right… she didn’t, but Timmy didn’t say please and Dillon did. She was making a point.”

“That sounds like my niece…” said Max wistfully.

Liz looked up at him.

Max sighed.

“She was really upset yesterday; I’ve never seen her like that… even before I told her I felt like she was shutting down… My sister… Annabel mother Isabel… she’s in a bad state; she in a coma she might never wake up. She might never get to see her son….”
“Booboo…” replied Liz.

“She talks to you about him?”

“All the time! She couldn’t wait to see him….”

“He was born yesterday by caesarean, he’s having trouble breathing because of the trauma of the accident…”

Max gulped as he pushed the tears away.

Liz couldn’t help herself she gingerly placed her hand over Max’s.

Max glanced at her and smiled.

The both looked up as Annabel’s friend Stephy laughed. Annabel didn’t laugh but sat there primly smiling.

“Do you think she will be okay tomorrow?”

“You mean coming to school?”

“Ask her. That’s the best thing to do. I could do it with you… if you want...?”

Max smiled at her.

“I’d really like that Miss Parker.”

Liz pulled a face.

“Only my pupils call me Miss Parker and you certainly aren’t one of my kids…” Liz replied, not realising that Max would take it the wrong way.

“I wouldn’t have minded having you as a teacher! Damn I think I would have enjoyed it more…”

Liz eyes widen in shock. Oh my god Max Evans was flirting with her, on school property as well. With his niece not sitting that far away.

She pursed her lips together to stop a giggle from erupting from her mouth.

“…In fact Miss Parker I would have enjoyed it so much I wouldn’t have gotten much work done…”

“Mr Evans are you flirting with me?” whispered Liz.

“What if I was?” replied Max.

“And its Max Evans not Mr Evans!”

Liz tried not to smile.

“Okay… I think…”

Max smiled and looked towards his niece. He didn’t ask her name, he knew he would he would find out in time to come. He was just happy here sitting watching and waiting.

Liz watched as calmness enveloped Max’s handsome face. Peace and hope… He was someone she could definitely learn to get to know more.

“Max its Elizabeth Parker… Liz Parker…”

No one saw as Max reached his hand over her hand and held it.






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#12.

No one apart from Annabel that is, she tried to join in with her friends. But she was still feeling very upset and very shy. Stephy was trying to make her laugh, but she wasn’t in a giggling mood.

She kept watching back to see if Uncle Max was still there. And he was there. He sat watching…

Except then Miss Parker went over to talk to him. She bet that they were talking about her. She pouted as she saw Miss Parker place her hand on his. She didn’t understand what she was feeling. She didn’t know the word jealousy. She shook away the feeling not liking it one bit, she loved Miss Parker she was her favourite teacher. And Uncle Max was her favourite uncle.

OH MY GOD she squealed inside. Uncle Max was holding Miss Parker’s hand. Why would Miss Parker hold Uncle Max’s hand? DIDN’T BOYS HAVE COOTIES? She made a small squeaking noise.

Stephy head swung round as did her twin plaited ponytail hair. She glanced her Chinese eyes towards her in curiosity.

“Whatcha squarkin’ about?”

“Nothing!” Annabel whispered pursing her lips together.

“Have you thought of a name yet?”

Annabel shook her in sadness.

Shari pulled at her sleeve and gave her a timid smile.

Its not that Shari didn’t want to talk its just that she couldn’t talk. When she was two years old, she had a really bad throat infection which caused her to stop talking. If she ever wanted to talk again she would have to wait till she was older to correct the defect. For now to talk to people she sign language or write things, she was a very inquisitive child who noticed everything. And she would have noticed what Annabel was staring at if she hadn’t been to busy staring at their friend Callum.

Callum, who was a decent little kid, was very sweet and chummy. And loved protecting his friends especially Shari who couldn’t talk. But he was at the age where he didn’t know what love was or that Shari liked him more than a friend. He was one of those boys who had friends as girls and that was it. IN FACT he thought girls who kissed boys had COOTIES.

They talked about cooties a lot…

Callum snorted.

“Dillon is watching you again!”

Stephy laughed Callum at snort.

They all then looked at Dillon who blushed and ducked himself under his mum’s arm. Timmy scowled and poked him.

Annabel sighed, she couldn’t be bothered with either, and she had more important things to worry about.

She missed her mum terribly, this was the very first time she had come to Sunday school without her mum. Sometimes her dad couldn’t make it cause of work commitments but you could always guarantee her mummy would always be here. She would always make cupcakes to share out with her classmates, but today she wasn’t here. And what scared her the most is what if she never would.
She could feel her self tear up again. Shari shook her sleeve and slipped her arm through hers and squeezed up closer in solitude.

Annabel gave her a little smile as a thank you.

“Hey Annabel, how are you doing?”

Annabel looked up to see Miss Parker and her Uncle looking down at her. From what she could see they had stopped holding hands but were still quite close.

She thought of something and the pushed it aside.

“Littlebit are you okay?” asked her Uncle Max.

Stephy was fascinated by this good looking man standing at their table who she had never met before.

“Who are you?” she asked.

Max looked too shocked to answer the question. Miss Parker smiled.

Stephy frowned.

“Are u Miss Parker’s Boyfriend?”

Miss Parker’s and Annabel’s mouths dropped open.

Max’s ears went bright red.

Stephy’s mum and dad quietly verbally scolded her. But it didn’t stop her.

“Don’t boys hav cooties?

“Miss Parker does he hav cooties?

“Why hav u gone red

“Why doesn’t u talk?

“Can’t ya talk?

“Why didya did you call Annabel Littlebit?

“Why…….”

Stephy’s mum clammed her mouth shut by placing a hand over her mouth.

“Stop it Stephy!”

Stephy nodded.

Her mother sighed as she let go off her hand.

Stephy pouted.

“Jeezs I woz only askin’!”

“STEPHY!”

All she did was giggle.

Annabel looked to see Uncle Max was still blushing but also Miss Parker joining in with blushing as well.

“Uncle Max…”

Stephy smiled.

“Ya her uncle Max. She talks ‘bout you all ta time! I’m Stephy Chan. Nice to met u. Tis is Shari and this is Callum!”

Miss Parker sighed with a small smile.

“Stephy Chan do you not ever stop talking?”

Stephy grinned gingerly.

“Well I needa talk for meself and for Shari. If me can’t talk for ‘er who’s gonna talk for ‘er? Huh?”

Miss Parker shook her with a laugh.

“I suppose you right.”

“Now why don’t you lot get up and get your snacks, we need to speak to Annabel alone. If that’s okay with you Annabel?”

Annabel nodded in curiosity.

Everyone scooted from the table quickly.






TBC? xxx