(sequel to Roswell Difference)

Rating: NC-17

Author: Maria Mathews (Mathews_Maria@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Although I'd love to get my hands on some of the

men of Roswell...I don't want to be sued or anything!

Couple: Michael and Maria

Summary: Maria's finally been able to break through some of those stonewalls

that Michael's always had up, and now she's getting ready to have his son,

but someone in their tight-nit group doesn't like them being together. This

someone and along with another enemy in the group, plan to break them

up...or atleast try to. Sequel to 'Roswell Difference'.

**Part One**

Michael Guerin frowned and shifted in his sleep, his peaceful dream going

dark quickly. Suddenly, there was a coffin in his dream hovering over a

grave, as if by magic. The lid of the coffin was made of glass though, and

Michael thought that was odd. He felt himself move forward towards the

coffin, looking in to see who was in it, expecting it to be anyone except

for the face he saw. It was Maria. Michael panicked, freaked, threw himself

against the glass, begging her to open her eyes, look at him! People were

pulling him away, he clawed at the smooth glass to stay but his fingers only

slipped. He even attempted to use his powers, to get her out of there, to

atleast reach her mentally, she wasn't dead...she wasn't dead! "No! NO!" he

could hear himself screaming, but the people pulled him away from her. He

looked at them, the forms of their friends, her mother, but instead of

seeing faces, there was just empty blackness.

"NO!" Michael woke with a start, his breathing heavy, panicked. He looked

over, Maria, in his arms, face to face, "Ria?" Michael said, making sure

that it had all just been a very bad dream.

Maria was lost in her dreams about being big with her son as she was now, of

having Gabriel in her arms, Michael by her side...almost the perfect family,

until she felt someone calling her name. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her

gaze unfocused and her mind confused for a moment. She slowly let her gaze

travel up to meet the person's eyes, finding Michael's familiar, yet panic

stricken eyes. She was quickly up and alert, "What is it? What's wrong?" She

asked, a worried expression finding it's way to her face. "Are you okay? Did

something happen?"

Michael swallowed hard and let out a breath of relief as she came to full

life, then panicked. He stroked her arm and shook his head, almost as if he

was trying to shake the whole memory of the dream out of his head. "I'm

sorry baby, I had a bad dream, I needed to see you," he stopped talking and

left it at that, "What time is it?" he said, almost to himself as he glanced

at his watch. They had only been asleep for a good 8 hours, "I'm really

sorry," he apologized again, rolling his eyes slightly at himself. "I should

probably be getting up anyway, school and all..." He muttered.

Maria let her eyes close with a sigh and shook her head as he told her he

had a bad dream. He'd been having lots of bad dreams lately, and that's what

frightened her. Sometimes she'd lay in bed, just watching him...watching him

toss and turn, his facial expressions ones of panic and fear. She had a

sinking feeling that these dreams had awful things in them dealing with her

or their son. She'd woken up many nights to find Michael awake with his head

rested against her now bulging stomach, talking to their child, and other

times, like this morning, he would wake her up, just to make sure she did

wake up.

She was too tired to worry though, maybe...if the dreams continued after

Gabriel was born, she'd have more energy to try to find out what was going

on, but for now, she was going to have to let these dreams settle in for a

little while longer. It had been 5 months since she'd found out about aliens

being real, started seeing Michael, got pregnant, and admitted to herself,

aswell as Michael, that she was in love...he had returned the feeling,

naturally, but had only muttered the three words of endearment when he

thought she was asleep...that had only gone on for a little while though

until about 3 months ago when he'd finally spoke them to her. It had

literally made her break down into tears, which she of course, had only

happened because of the pregnancy, her hormones were all out of whack.

She was huge now, which freaked her out at first. She had been progressing

normally, hardly showing...until 2 months ago when she'd suddenly ballooned.

She had Max checking herself and the baby out atleast twice a month, and had

determined that the baby was fully human for now, although it had been

taking alot of her energy. She only had a few weeks...it would even be safe

to have the baby now... As for now, she was on bed rest, she had back pains

if she was up and about too much, and Michael worried alot, so she stayed in

bed, not that she didn't love it...she had everyone at her beck and call

practically 24/7. She could still get a guilt trip from Michael after the

little, innocent comment he had made to her when she had finally gotten

huge.

They had just gotten out of the shower at the time and had been playfully

arguing over who started most of their sexual encounters. Maria said it was

pretty equal, while Michael had said he only started their...'play time'

only 40% of the time while she started it the other 60%....

**FLASHBACK - 2 months ago**

Maria reigned shock as she stared at Michael, pulling her towel tighter

around her body. "Alright, since we're sticking most the blame on me here,

how about we come to some sort of deal." She suggested as she went to her

bedroom door, making sure it was locked, it wouldn't make good if her mother

came home early and found them standing around in towels in her room. "I'll

try to keep out of reach from you, so therefore you won't touch me and I

want need to jump your bones." She raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing

on her lips. "I mean, you could continue to sleep in here by yourself, and

I'll just sleep with mom, she has a nice big bed that I know she wouldn't

mind sharing with her baby daughter." She told him with a shrug as she

brushed past him to get out of the bathroom, not in the least caring about

her nudity as she dried her hair. "We wouldn't be tempted...and we'd get

rest." She continued, trying not to laugh.

Michael tried not to look horrified, he had certainly dug himself a hole,

but how he was going to climb out, he had no idea. He put on a mock

satisfied look, walking towards her bed, making sure not to touch her as he

walked past, "That sounds great to me, actually, we can Ricardo it. Worked

in the 50's, can't be that bad," he said calmly, laying on the bed. He let

his towel drop to the floor as he stretched out on his back, stark naked,

"And hey, I get all of this leg room too. I mean, I was worried about having

room, since you ballooned up and all," he teased, spreading his legs out. He

realized that what he had said was sort of mean, and he hadn't meant to go

there, it was just supposed to be banter, and he hadn't ever really thought

those thoughts, but it just sort of slipped out. He didn't look over at her,

afraid of what he might see, what he had done to her, but it was killing

him. He would wait a few more minutes and then glance over there. Yeah, that

was his plan.

Maria began to walk towards the bed, set on making him change his mind,

eyeing him with amusement. Shaking her head with a grin as he started to

talk, playing along with her. Her grin faded as his last comment hit home,

flinching at how that had unexpectedly hurt. "Ouch...low blow." She muttered

to herself, any playful thoughts she had fleeing her mind as she tore her

eyes away from him and looked at the floor. That little comment shouldn't

have hurt her the way it had...but it just made insecurities come racing

back. "Yeah, ya know, wouldn't want me to take up the whole bed..." She said

sarcastically, never returning her eyes to him as she changed her direction

and walked over to her dresser. She no longer wanted to be naked or in any

playful mood. She wanted to get dressed and leave her thoughts behind and

this game behind.

Michael felt his heart rip a little as she tried to joke it off, the pain

and insecurity leaving definite marks in the air. He gulped and watched as

she walked over to the dresser. Oh, how did he fix this? What could he say

to make it stop? He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and

beginning to move towards her. He stopped half way and thought better of it,

just reaching out and putting his clothes he'd left in a pile on the floor

back on. Once dressed, he turned around, opening his mouth to speak, but

stopped himself. He walked to her bedroom door, unlocked it, and dashed down

the stairs. He was soon out in the back yard, trying to decide on which ones

would be best. He found them quickly and began back to her bedroom, passing

through the kitchen. He stopped at the fridge, pulling the door to the

freezer open and retrieving her favorite ice cream, along with two spoons

from the drawer, and took the stairs two at a time. As he came through the

door, he held out the ice cream, "I'm sorry," he said whole heartedly before

presenting what was behind his back. It was some wild flowers, the Indian

Blanket flowers he always picked for her when they were around, just four of

them. They were so pretty, they looked like daisies, but with red centers

that leaked out onto the petals, and yellow tips. They grew wild everywhere,

and he always thought they were special. He held them out at her, a sorry

half smile on his face.

Maria tensed a little as she heard Michael quickly getting dressed behind

her, then dashing out the door. She sighed and finished getting dressed into

a baggy T-shirt that had originally been Michael's and a pair of drawstring

pants, her stomach bulging out from beneath the shirt and pants.. She sat

down on her bed, staring at the wall as she began to run a brush through her

hair. She slowly glanced up as Michael came back through the door, offering

ice cream and flowers. She raised an eyebrow as she stared at them for a

moment, then let her eyes wonder up to catch his gaze. She sighed again and

shook her head, "What am I going to do with you, Michael?" She asked, a

small smile making it's way onto her lips, although it didn't quite reach

her eyes. "Forgiven, come here.." She patted the place beside her on the

bed.

Michael bounded over to the bed, almost like a happy puppy. He sat down next

to her, placing the pint of ice cream and flowers on the bed and reaching

around her to hug her. "I didn't mean it, I've never even thought it, it

just came out. I really am sorry," he talked quickly, remorse on his face

still. He meant every word, and he never believed that she would get large

enough to cause him sleeping distress.

Maria nodded softly as he apologized again and let herself lean into his

body for a moment. She knew he didn't mean it, but it still kinda hurt. "I

don't know why I'm even..why I even got upset there...it's a fact that I'm

huge, but I just...that kinda stung when you just threw it out there like

that." She whispered quietly to him, hating that his joking around had hurt

her, "Like you won't want me now that I'm big or something.." She buried her

face into the crook of his neck.

Michael gulped back tears, afraid he'd say something else wrong, and feeling

like dirt for making her feel like that. Ever since the pregnancy, probably

even before that, whenever he had upset her, he'd been able to feel whatever

she was feeling...it was weird, yet comforting at the same time.

"I know, I don't know why I said it. I guess cause you've been so worried

and no matter how much I reassure you, you still worry. I was joking around

and I guess I just didn't think," he placed his head against hers and closed

his eyes, "I will always want you around, you're the momma of my baby,

you're my beautiful angel, and most importantly of all, you are my heart. My

heart is so full of you, and I will never ever lose that. I don't care if

you get so big we'd have to send Richard Simmons in on a mission. It's you I

love, all of you, however much of you that might be," he sighed heavily and

stopped talking. He felt as if he was making it worse with every word.

"Here, let's eat ice cream, together, then we can get fat, together, and

then you'll see that it doesn't matter," he reached back for the ice cream,

but stopped, "Unless, once I get big and huge, you won't want ME around," he

half joked, kissing the top of her head.

Maria smiled lightly at his little speech. She sighed quietly, not like the

whole mood swing that one bit. "Hmm, nope, I'll still want you around if you

get huge, but I really like you the way you are at the moment." She tilted

her head to the side and looked at the ice cream, "Although I do like the

idea of you becoming big and huge with me." She teased, then leaned in a

kissed his lips quickly. "You need to work on her sensitivity honey." She

told him easily as she reached for the ice cream since he had stopped.

"Because if you keep blurting those types of things out...your going to have

one hell of a mess to clean up." She joked lightly, although she was kinda

serious at the same time.

Michael nodded solemnly. It was true, he was a pig and an ass at times, and

he really did need to learn to be more sensitive. Especially now. He

produced the spoons he had been holding in his hand the whole time, but not

really feeling like eating ice cream anymore. He knew he'd have to work his

way out of this one, it would take time before they both felt better, if he

could ever make Maria feel better, but he guessed he'd have to get used to

it. Over the course of the next 50 years, he'd be in plenty of trouble, he

was sure of it. "Will you still love me in 50 years? If I shape up, that

is?" he asked quietly, looking down at his hands.

Maria grinned widely, taking one of the spoons from him as she opened the

ice cream. "I think I'll continue to love you, even you continued to be my

annoying, spaceboy." she told him in a tender tone.

"Good...I would hate to have to tie you down, or lock you up to keep you

with me.." Michael teased as he plunged his spoon into the ice cream

container. He had come to terms with his life now. He didn't have all the

answers he wanted, but he had Maria and a child on the way, he could

deal....

**END FLASHBACK**

What amazed her the most, though, was the people who supported herself and

Michael the most were Alex and her mother...it still made her hurt when she

remembered how her mother had reacted to the news, although they didn't talk

about that now.

**FLASHBACK- 4 months ago**

Maria nervously paced her living room, her mother's narrowed eyes following

her eyes move. Amy Deluca knew something was wrong, something possibly bad

had happened. It was in her daughter's nervous behavior.

"Who are we waiting for again? Can't you tell me this 'important news'

without your friend?" Amy questioned, growing a little impatient.

"No mom, he has to be_" Maria was cut off as there was a knock at the door.

She let our a relieved sigh, then moved towards it and opening it. Talking

in a whisper to whoever stood outside the door, then gently grabbing the

boys hand and pulling him in. "Mom, this is Michael Guerin, Michael, this is

my mother, Amy Deluca." She introduced quickly, gesturing for Michael to sit

down after her mother and Michael exchanged hello's.

Amy was becoming more worried. She remembered Michael Guerin when he was

just a child, the little boy that had teased Maria and let himself be teased

back during elementary school. "Maria..." Her voice held warning. "What's

going on?"

"You see mom....this...this thing happened. I didn't mean for it to

happen..but it did and.." Maria trailed off a little as she saw her mother's

eyes stare straight into hers, but felt Michael's hand squeezing her own

hand reassuringly. "I'm pregnant.." She whispered. "Michael's the father.."

Michael sat silently by, not wanting to interrupt. He and Maria had

discussed this plenty of times in the month they had until they finally

decided to tell her mother. Maria wanted to be the one to tell her, but she

needed him there for comfort, support, and he had agreed.

"Your...what?" Amy whispered, then stood quickly in her anger and

confusion..and pain for her daughter, "Your pregnant! Maria, how could you

be so stupid as to get pregnant! Your 16 years old for christ sakes! How

could you be so irresponsible!" Her angry eyes turned on Michael, "I want

you out...our of my house right now!"

"Mom...calm down. Michael's not going anywhere..." Maria said, although she

did give Michael a little hand motion and let go of his hand, watching him

disappear behind the door that lead into the kitchen.

"What were you thinking?! How could you think it was okay to be having sex

with..to..to.." Amy couldn't get the words out, her face was almost the same

shade red as her daughters. "OMG, you've been having sex in this house,

haven't you!" She demanded, "Dear god, probably even on my couch!"

"Mom." Maria turned pleading eyes on her mother, for her to understand,

that's what she wanted. But she wasn't finding any at the moment, she only

saw the eyes of a woman who'd just found out her 16 year old daughter was

pregnant.

Michael shook his head, he was terrified, he just sat there at the kitchen

table trying to gain his composure, wringing his hands. He heard screaming

coming from the living room and he moved to her kitchen door, cracking it

open a bit to hear better. Oh, it didn't sound good, it sounded awful. His

first reaction to the screaming was that he needed to get the hell out of

there, even went as far as to look for a quick escape, then realized that

couldn't leave Maria, then tried to think of places that he could hide. Then

he realized he was being 12 minded and didn't need to hide. He should face

the music, for it was mostly his fault, he hadn't used protection and she

wouldn't be pregnant if he had just stayed away. He worried so much about

getting her into more trouble all of the time, and that he was going to do

something wrong, and now he had.

"I want him out of this house!" Amy repeated her earlier words, a tiny part

of her accepted that she was pregnant and Michael was the father, but the

larger part of her was sticking on the sex thing. "You won't be sleeping

with him anymore, don't even THINK about seeing him again, young lady!"

Maria sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "I'm my own person mother, and

whether you like it or not, I make my own decisions, and my own mistakes.

And what is sleeping

with Michael gonna do now? It's not like he can get me anymore pregnant."

"Your growing up, I understand that, but I won't put up with my teenage

daughter bringing some boy home for sex, not under my roof!" Amy protested.

"Then where should we go? In the backseat of my car? Maybe in the bathroom

of someone else's house at a party? How about right out back, is that we're

you'd like us to go, in the backyard where the whole neighborhood can see

us? It's not that you care about my well-being, is it mother? You just don't

want me to shame you. What's a matter mother, don't want the world to know

that your youngest daughter is screwing around under your nose and getting

pregnant?" She accused and was surprised when the sound of a slap echoed in

the room. It took her moment to realize that her cheek was stinging and her

mother had her hand still in mid-air. Her own mother slapped her! She had

never been slapped before by her mother, never in her life, she supposed she

had crossed a line, but still.

"I am going to go out for some air, and when I get back, we are going to sit

down and talk about this like mature adults." Amy said deadly calm, then

turned on her heal and walked out the door.

Michael had migrated back towards the door as more yelling came floating

back towards her room and listened.He couldn't stop himself from chuckling

as she suggested f*cking in the backyard but sobered quickly when he heard

her standing up to her mother and heard a slap resonate loudly. That was it,

Michael took off in the direction of the yelling, walking quickly just in

time to see her mother walking out. Michael grabbed Maria by the shoulder,

"Oh, baby, are you ok?" He felt himself growing angrier by the moment. No

one, not even her mother, was going to strike her, not for any reason and

Michael felt very protective of her. He didn't care if he got the @#%$

kicked out of him, but he was NOT going to let anyone touch Maria. He

glanced at Maria before following her Mother out of the door, "Hey! What's

the matter with you, slapping her? Physical violence? You're going to strike

a pregnant woman, and not just any woman, but your daughter for crying out

loud?" he said indignantly to her back, his jaw clenching tight. He would

never hit a woman, no matter what, but he wasn't about to stand by and let

her get physical with the woman he loved. loved? Yes, he loved her, but he

wasn't going to say that outloud...atleast not around people who could

actually hear.

Maria was confused for a moment when Michael flashed in right infront of

her, asked her if she was okay, then disappeared out the door behind her

mother. She didn't try to stop him, and she didn't go after him, instead

letting herself sink into a chair and touch her cheek. She supposed it was

turning a nice shade of red at the moment, that much was obvious for the

blazing sting that continued to work her cheek.

Amy paused for a moment and turned around to face Michael, adjusting her

purse strap. "I suggest you check yourself, Michael was it, what I do with

my daughter is between myself and her, and is in no way to be your concern."

Her eyes flashed angrily at him. She was angry at him for getting her

daughter pregnant, probably filled her head with things to. She'd never

heard Maria speak that way to any adult, let alone herself, she was shocked

that she had slapped her, she'd never struck out at Maria before. "Go back

inside and take care of Maria, like I told her, I'll be back later to

discuss this...situation then." She eyed him warily for a moment before

turning again and starting towards her car. She needed coffee and possible

some asprin for her headache.

"It is my concern because she's going to be the MOTHER of my CHILD. I would

be hard pressed to find ANY man in my place not confronting the cold hearted

bitch that had just struck their own pregnant daughter. Check yourself, Mrs.

Deluca," he growled at her quickly retreating back before turning back into

the house and moving quickly back in where he had left Maria. He knelt

before the chair she was sitting in, "Baby, are you ok? Would you like some

ice or something?" he reached out to touch her cheek but stopped an inch

away from her face, it was red, might even bruise, and it made his anger

flare, "God!" he stood up and began pacing, "This is bullshit," he said,

pacing back and forth again before dropping before her again, this time

stroking gently at the handprint on her face. Amy was taking out on Maria

her feelings about her pregnancy, something he felt extremely responsible

for of course. She wasn't going to be hurt for something he kind of got her

into, and he wasn't going to sit idly by and watch either.

"That bad huh?" Maria asked quietly when he went to touch her face,then

pulled back, she was guessing that her thoughts were right, her cheek looked

as bad as it felt. She watched him pace for a moment, then gave him a shaky

smile as he stooped down infront of her, stroking her cheek, "She didn't

mean to. I shouldn't have said the things I did, she's never slapped me

before. It's my fault, If I had just kept my mouth closed." She trailed off

as she realized she was defending someone who had just slapped her. A little

part of her now understood why Michael had defending Hank to her everytime

she brought it up.

"It's gonna be okay...we'll figure something out." Michael assured, and

Maria believed him.

Not more than 15 minutes passed and her mother came back. Things calmed down

and apologies came from all parties along with acceptance, although Maria

never found out what words were exchanged between Michael and her mother

once they were outside, and she didn't want to know either.

**END FLASHBACK**

"Maria...Maria...RIA!" Maria's eyes snapped open and she found Michael

gazing worriedly down into hers. "Are you okay?" He asked, "I called you

like ten times...I thought maybe you were asleep...." He spoke softly.

"I was just thinking about some stuff is all...lost in thought, I'm fine."

She assured him and smiled gently at him as he moved off the bed. She must

have been thinking for a while because he was dressed, and had his books

with him.

"I need to go...I miss any more classes and there will be hell to pay." He

smirked at her as he leaned down, placing a kiss on her lips, then a tender

one on her forehead. "Why don't you go back to sleep, i know I've been

keeping you up lately."

"Okay...Have a nice day....*DEAR*." Maria grinned cheekily at him, she could

never resist.

"Oh I will...Honey." Michael answered back easily, flashing one of his rare

smiles at her, gave her one last kiss and was out the door.

Maria smiled and snuggled down deeper into her covers and pillows, her eyes

fluttering shut as she slowly drifted to sleep.

*Part Two*

Maria sighed in frustration as she raised on her tippy-toes, trying to reach

a bowl on the top self of a high cabinet, but finding herself not able to

reach it, her stomach in her way. She grumbled to herself as she looked

around the kitchen and let her eyes fall on one of the kitchen chairs. She

raised her eyebrows to herself and waddled around the room to it, then

pulling it towards the counter. She slowly climbed onto the chair, smiling

when she was able to reach her bowl properly.

Her smile was short-lived as the chair suddenly tipped and with a frightened

shriek, she fell, but didn't hit the floor, instead was stopped by a pair of

arms.

"Maria! Are you okay?" Alex Whitman asked his long-time friend worriedly as

he steadied her on her feet. "What do you think you were doing? You could

have hurt yourself and the baby." He chastised. Maria looked around Alex to

see Courtney standing, nodding a little, but she couldn't help but get the

feeling that courtney would have loved for her to hurt herself.

"I'm sorry..." She said and her eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, honey, don't cry. It's okay...." Courtney said in a sickening sweet

voice, an obviously fake sympathetic smile on her face, but Maria was too

far gone in her hormones to notice.

"I just wanted a bowl so I could make some cereal..." Maria sniffed and

allowed Alex to lead her to the table.

Alex couldn't help but laugh a little, he still wasn't quite used to the

weepy Maria that his friend had been transformed into a couple of weeks into

the pregnancy. "Don't worry about it Ria, I'll make you a bowl. I don't even

want to think about what Michael would do if he knew you could have possibly

hurt yourself or the baby just for a bowl." He commented the last part under

his breath.

The day after Maria and Michael had walked into his living room and

announced that they were having a kid, they had come back and explained some

things to him. He hadn't believed either at first when he was told that his

goddess, Isabel, her brother, and Michael were aliens. He had wanted to grab

Maria away from the delusional boy and shield her from his craziness, but

the tables turned and Alex thought of himself as crazy, at seeing things

when michael showed him his 'power'.

He had sat in shock for about 10 minutes, then slowly came to the conclusion

that it didn't really matter, as long as Maria and Liz were okay, then he

was okay. Besides, it helped him to get to know Isabel better and have her

open up to him, even if they were just friends....for now.

Alex shook his head, erasing his thoughts as he moved about the kitchen,

listening to Maria chatter on as he made her a bowl of cereal. He had a free

period just before lunch along with Courtney, and they'd made it a routine

to check in on Maria.

Courtney slowly blocked out Maria's annoying voice. She placed a small smile

on her lips and nodded every so often. She'd been playing 'friend' to

Michael and Maria these past few weeks, when in reality, she was raging. SHE

was the one that Michael was supposed to adore, SHE was the one supposed to

be carrying his child, not some mere human...not someone like Maria Deluca.

Of course, just because Michael had proclaimed his love for Maria, didn't

mean Courtney's flirting stopped, if anything, it increased. Michael only

thought of it as her nature to be flirty, but Courtney had other thoughts

and plans.

She was snapped out of her thoughts, though, when Maria suddenly became

silent. She watched the other girl curiously as she got a big goofy grin on

her face. "What?" She asked as she eyed the other blonde who was wearing a

pair of baggy overalls with a man's wife-beater, obviously Michael's.

"Gabriel's kicking up a storm..." Maria breathed out. She still found it

amazing when the baby moved around, or kicked in her stomach, even if she's

felt it a thousand times.

"Let me feel.." Alex moved towards the girls, setting a bowl of cereal

infront of Maria, then dropped a hand to her stomach. He grinned sheepishly

as he felt the baby kicking, "I'm glad I don't have to carry that kid

around.." He commented, chuckling when Maria's grin went wider.

Courtney, feeling left out, moved towards Maria and touched her stomach.

Although she knew all the others were always touching and feeling on Maria's

stomach, Courtney herself had never thought to touch this girl that she

hated with a passion. She felt the baby kick a few times, not seeing what

the big deal was, it really wasn't all that interesting. She looked up at

Alex and Maria who were hardly paying any attention to her, then to her hand

on the pregnant girls stomach. She inwardly smiled as she slowly, and

unnoticably sent a surge of power through her hand and to the baby. She knew

that if Maria wasn't carrying Michael's baby, that he wouldn't be with her

then.