No More Guerins, Please (part one)
By  deah
Category: Other
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Original Characters and Storylines are the property of Warner
Bros, Jason Katims Productions, Twentieth Century Fox, FOX, Regency
Television and Melinda Metz.
Summary: The story takes place 22 years into the future. It features the
Roswell characters & their kids.
Writers Note: Feedback is great (bad or good)


Mom doesn't look good, Matthew thought as he looked up from the TV for the
hundredth time. She had been running to the bathroom every ten minutes. He
knew better than to zap her back into good health. She was weird about that.
She would rather down ten different kinds of herbal remedies than have one of
them help her. Right now she was sniffing cedar oil. He had no idea why. If
she was sick that stuff was guaranteed to make her more so.

The timer went off in the kitchen. She was cooking? Apparently not. She shot
him a worried look then headed back into the bathroom. This had just landed
into the weird-even-for-mom zone. Ask no questions, get no crazy answers-that
was his motto.

He turned his attention back to the TV. It was some old comedy from the
1980's. God, look at that hair! Were they begging for future generations to
tease them? What were they thinking? The main character's bangs were straight
up in the air. It made dad's do look tame.

He glanced up again as his mom marched in front of the TV. Her face was
totally drained of color. "Mom, are you ok?"

His mom laughed. Not exactly the response he expected. "It's nothing that
hasn't happened to me before."

"You want me to..." He waved his hand in the air. Their universal signal for
using power.

"No," She quickly said, "I'll be fine in a couple days." In otherwords, don't
ask me anymore questions cause I'm not gonna give you a straight answer.
Fine. Whatever. He had this really interesting movie to watch anyway.

About ten minutes later his dad came home. He was flushed and had a crazed
look on his face. He immediately went back to the bedroom. Something's up,
Matthew discerned. He got up slowly from the couch. If they were gonna keep
more secrets he was going to have a one on up on them.

He slid his back against the hall wall. A picture from their vacation at the
beach nearly came crashing down. He steadied it, that had been a pretty cool
vacation. He and Ryan had surfed the entire time. There wasn't anything they
couldn't learn. Maybe he'd ask his parents if they could go for Spring Break
this year. Just him and Ryan. That wouldn't happen, but hey, it was worth a
try. Someday they'd stop treating them like babies.

He stopped outside the cracked door. "Are you positive?" His dad asked his
mom.

"Let's see, Michael, I've only been through this before. I dunno, but I think
I might have an inkling."

"How?"

His mom let a full laugh, "If I have to explain that to you then we might be
here a while."

She was in an awfully good mood for being sick. "Cute. What I mean is it's
been sixteen years. It isn't like we've been careful either."

Oh no. No. No. No. Please, let them be talking about something else. "Maybe
it goes in cycles," offered his mom.

"Well, I guess I better kick Matthew to the basement. He's been wanting that
anyway."

"Are you happy?"

"Shocked. Numb. Confused. Yeah, I'm happy."

"I saw three in the vision."

His dad let a whistle, "I was hoping you were making that part up."

"No such luck, space boy." Then Matthew heard his mom giggle. This was where
he cut out. The kissing was going to follow and he had the information he
wanted. Well, not wanted...but asked for.

He went into his room. He flopped on his bed and covered his face with the
pillow. More kids. Just what they needed. Well, at least he could have the
basement to himself. Was it going to happen to the others? If his mom was
right about it being a cycle then it could very well happen. Maybe he should
warn the others. Right. What were they going to do? Give their parents a
lecture in safe sex. Didn't they consider that they were increasing the risk
of them being found out? His parents were too comfortable in his opinion.


***


Mom had hung up the phone with a dazed look on her face. Ryan had been able
to figure out it was Aunt Maria she had been talking to. He was worried. Was
something wrong over at the Guerin house? Matthew had skipped school today.
He figured that Matthew had somehow manipulated his mom into letting him stay
home. He envied Matthew. His parents would never let him play off of school.
It was a given that if Matthew maintained a B average he could stay home two
days per quarter. It was the only way they could motivate him into going at
all.

His mom called Beth and their dad downstairs. Family meeting. Bad news. It
was the only time they had one.

Once they were all in the back room, his mom let out a sigh. "Uh, yeah, this
is gonna come as a shock," she started, "Maria's pregnant."

"What? How is that possible?" His dad sat down.

"I don't know, but she took a test and she's positive."

Beth shot him a surprised look. Well, at least Matthew wasn't in some kind of
trouble. That was a small relief.

"Does this mean you could...you could have more kids?" Beth asked. Good
question. He hadn't thought of that. This was big. Even Aunt Isabel could get
pregnant again. A whole new set of kids. A new set to worry about-to watch
over.

Their mom looked stunned by Beth's question. "I guess it might mean that. I
really don't know."

His dad stared thoughtfully at his mom. He could guess what he was thinking,
should they have more kids? Would it be wrong not to try since it would mean
the new set would have no one to confide in, to have to companionship with,
to bond with? These were the thoughts he would have if he was in his dad's
position.

"Leave it to Michael," his dad replied, shaking his head.

"They wanted more kids, Max. We should be happy for them."

"Uh-huh."

"Max!"

"I'm happy on the inside," he assured her. He looked all, but happy. It was
no secret that Michael was the one dad worried about the most. More than all
the kids combined. Mom said it was a hard habit to break. That dad couldn't
shake that watching-over-Michael thing. He supposed it was like Matthew and
Mariah, the twin power kegs. More Guerins. Could they survive?!


***


When Parker got home his mother was pacing back and forth, hands on her hips.
His dad was sitting on the couch, smirking. She shot him a look of disgust,
"How can you be so flip about this, Alex? You know what this means,
don't you? If Maria can get pregnant again, we all could."

"Whoa, Aunt Maria's pregnant?" Parker quizzed, sitting down across from his
dad. No wonder mom was in such a tizzy.

"It appears that way," His dad chuckled, "and your mom is freaking out."

"I'm not freaking out. I don't freak out. God, how could Michael be so
irresponsible? That's all we need! A whole new group of kids...at our age
when we've nearly got everyone raised. That's the whole problem, Michael
never grew up. Has he never heard of condoms? What's Maria's excuse, though?
I expected her to be the sane one of the two. What am I saying?! It's like
the blind leading the blind over there." Man, was she mad. Mom never talked
against Uncle Michael or Uncle Max. Not around him, anyway.

"Isabel, it doesn't necessarily mean you're gonna get pregnant. I mean,
there's ways we can deal with it."

His mom stopped and nodded her head slowly, "You're right. You'll get fixed."
God, did she have to say that in front of him?

"Me? Me? Why me?" His dad didn't sound happy with the news, either.

"Well, I can't exactly go to the hospital, Alex, for obvious reasons." She
sat down next to him and put her arm around him. Ok, this is where mom lays
out her heavy artillery. "You remember how hard it was with the kids. I just
can't go through that again."

Parker knew what she meant. They had been born during an intense thunderstorm
and the midwife couldn't make it through the storm. His parents had been at
the Crashdown visiting. Aunt Liz had delivered them single-handedly. Dad
always joked about that night. Mom was screaming at him. She kept saying she
hated every human dna strand he had for causing her so much pain. He had
tried holding her hand, but she nearly crushed his bones. Aunt Liz had
ushered him out of the room, saying that it was for his own safety. He didn't
think anyone wanted to see his mom like that again.

"Fine. Fine. I'll check it out," his dad conceded.

"Good!" His mom exclaimed, bouncing up. "Now, I guess I'll call Liz about a
baby shower."

"Isn't it a little soon?" Parker asked. His mom and Lexi should've been
twins, their light switch personalities kept you on your toes.

She threw them both a your-guys-you-have-no-idea-what-your-talking-about
smile. "It's never too soon to plan a party."

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