
Title: Merry Christmas Max
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the show Roswell nor any of it's affiliates. I have simply borrowed the names of the characters because I like them.
Couples/Category M/L - A.U.
Rating: Teen (Some Lang.)
Summary: Max and Liz have only been married for eight months and Max is having a tough time adjusting...
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Chapter: 1
Liz was in the bathroom putting the final touches on the little Christmas tree she had purchased at the drug store while picking up a pregnancy test. The tree was so cute and just the right size for the guest bathroom. They were having everyone over for a dinner party the week-end before Christmas and she was so excited. She only wished she could get Scrooge to get in the spirit. He has been in a sullen mood for the past week and she can’t figure it out. This is the third time in the eight months of their marriage that he has acted like a real jerk. She couldn’t figure him out then and she can’t figure him out now.
The sound of the closet door slamming got her attention really quickly and she thought to herself…’not again!!!’
“Max, what do you think you’re doing? It’s after 9:00 o’clock and we have to go to work in the morning.”
Max ignored Liz completely and packed his overnight bag and headed to the front door. Liz grabbed her jacket out of the closet and her purse and followed right behind him. She just wished she could figure out what his problem was. Max got into his car and started the engine and instead of getting into her own car like she usually did and following him she jumped into the passenger seat of Max’s car and decided to try and find out what in the name of God got into him.
Max headed to his parents home, as he usually did, and Liz just rolled her eyes.
“Max, talk to me.” Max just kept on driving and Liz decided to just look out the window at the pretty Christmas decorations…this was getting to be too much.
She hadn’t taken the pregnancy test yet…she was going to wait until they were ready for bed and include Max…she was two weeks late and she was never late but she wanted to make sure before she said anything. If Max continued to act like this she wasn’t so sure she would be able to handle a pregnancy and him. He needed to talk to her and talk to her soon because she was ready to pack a bag and she certainly wouldn’t be going to her parents…it would be out of town and gone. The more Max drove the madder Liz got and she didn’t even know why.
Soon Max arrived at Philip and Diane’s and Liz got out first and headed to the front door…she rang the bell and Michael answered it…
“Hey Lizzie…what’s up?” He asked.
“Ask your brother Michael, I’d like the answer to that question too.”
Philip and Diane were in the living room decorating the Christmas tree and Diane looked over at Philip and said…
“Not again…what is wrong with that man?” Philip looked at Diane and said
“Maybe Michael can find out. He’s not aware that this happens on a regular basis. Maybe he can get it out of Max this time.”
“Philip, I know Liz and she won’t put up with these actions too much longer. I know they’ve been in love with each other for a lifetime but she won’t tolerate this behavior from anyone and that includes Max.”
“I know Diane, but unless he tells us what’s bothering him we can’t help him.”
“I know Philip, but something needs to be done and done quickly…look at her. She doesn’t look confused this time….she looks really angry. Do you think they had a fight?”
“Well, I can tell by looking at her that if they haven’t they certainly are going to.”
“Oh God Philip, what can we do?”
“We can mind our own business and see how this plays out Diane…Until we are asked we stay out of it. Michael won’t, you know that. Maybe he’ll get it fixed up.”
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Max walked up to the door just as Michael was about to close it and as Michael looked at Max holding a suitcase he wanted to slam the door in Max’s face. He knew his brother and Liz well enough to know that whatever the problem was it was Max’s fault. Him and his damned closed mouth. He never talked about anything; he would just sit around and work himself into a fit of anger and walk away. Michael closed the door behind Max and walked into the reception hall and got a good look at Liz…’oh this isn’t good’ he thought to himself. Max has done it this time.
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Liz turned around and looked at Max who tried to brush past her and head to his old bedroom and Liz grabbed the sleeve of his coat and stopped him dead in his tracks. Max got a good look at Liz and knew he was in big trouble…
“Just what is wrong with you Max Evans? One minute you’re watching television, just like you do every night, and the next thing I know you’re packing a bag and leaving. No ‘I, yes, kiss my ass, go to hell or anything else’…Max…I’m through with these games. This is insane, either you open your mouth and tell me what in the hell is wrong or you stay here this time. Philip, can you take me home? I need to get away from this immature idiot before I hit him with that suitcase.”
“Of course Liz. Just let me get my jacket…Diane would you like to take a ride?” Philip asked Diane with a hint of humor in his voice…he saw the look on Max’s face and he knew that Max realized he did a bad thing this time.
“Yes Philip, I’ll be right with you.” Diane grabbed Michael, who was a very good psychiatrist by the way, and asked him to talk to his brother.
“I’d rather punch some sense into him Mom.” Michael answered. “But, yes, I’ll talk to him.”
“Good.” Said Diane as she headed out the front door.
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“Okay Max, what’s going on and what did Liz mean when she said ‘this time’?”
“I don’t know Michael…she has been coming home from work every night this week and decorating the house from one end to the other. I just sit there alone watching television and tonight I’d had enough of it and had to get away from it all.”
“Wait a minute Max. You’re telling me that Liz has been working all day at the hospital lab, coming home and fixing your dinner then decorating the house for a party that is coming up shortly while you sit on your ass and watch TV?”
Max got this startled look on his face and Michael just glared at him…
“Well Max, is that what’s happening every night? It’s not a hard question really…a simple yes or no will suffice.”
Max didn’t want to answer Michael’s question…he knew he was being a jerk when Michael put it that way so he just sat there and looked at the tree his mother AND his dad were trimming together and wondered why he hadn’t been helping Liz. Only he knew the answer to that one. Max looked over at Michael and said nothing.
“Maxwell, what is going through your head right now…you must have some kind of an answer…after all you do know everything, right? You have an answer and a solution to everything that goes on. Don’t you have an answer to this…yes or no Max?”
“NO.” Max answered
“Well, tell me Max…Liz hinted that this has happened before, how many times Max?”
Max just looked at Michael again and said nothing but his mind was churning, looking for answers. They planned a family bar-b-que for the fourth of July and Liz was busy for a week before getting ready and he got pissed and left…then there was the labor day celebration, same thing. Now she’s been busy getting ready for Christmas…What in the hell was wrong with him. She’s trying to make things nice for everyone and he’s acting like a jealous fool…jealous of his own family and a celebration. My God, how stupid he thought to himself.
Michael could see the wheels turning and the expressions on Max’s face change as recognition sat in. Michael only wished that Max would share what he was thinking…it would be interesting to see just what he was realizing all by himself.
Max’s mind continued to work on him…this is the first time she ever left. She usually followed him to his room and crawled in bed with him and the next day they would go back to their own home. She left! Oh God, I think I blew it this time. Then he looked over at Michael and wondered what he was doing here,
“Michael, where’s Maria?”
“She had to go to Santa Fe with her mom. Her grandfather is in the hospital and she didn’t want her mother driving because she’s so upset. But don’t think you are going to turn this around on me Max…we’re talking about your little escapade here and you’re not going to get off that easy. What have you done that would make Liz that angry. I have seen her upset many many times Maxwell but tonight she was livid, so you get busy and tell me what’s going on.”
“God Michael, I think I really blew it. You’re right, she’s been working all day, fixing dinner, cleaning it up afterwards and then decorating the house…alone. I do just sit on my ass and watch TV. But Michael, she sits and watches TV with me and we cuddle and talk and I look forward to that time we have together. I want her beside me, I want to hold her and talk to her and I love her so much Michael…I can’t stand not being with her.”
“God Max, will you listen to yourself…you can have her next to you, you can talk to her and you can grab a kiss or two while you’re helping her decorate…you don’t have to sit on the damned couch every night in order to be together. Put on some music and talk while you do other things. Don’t make her do all of the work, help her and then maybe she’ll have time to sit and watch TV also. Hell, I even bake cookies and although I wouldn’t admit it to everyone I must say that I enjoy it. Maria makes it fun Max and I am sure that you would have just as much fun…look at Dad and Mom…do you think Dad’s first choice is to decorate the tree? Hell no. His first choice, and it always has been, is to be with Mom. So he’ll decorate a Christmas tree or even dry the silver and crystal while Mom polishes and washes it. It’s called being together Max and it doesn’t have to be the same thing everyday.”
Max looked at Michael and found a new respect for his brother. He and Maria argue constantly but now he knows that it’s a form of communicating their love for each other and his mom and dad have this quiet kind of love. It’s just sort of there…you can feel it when you see them together and it’s comforting. He and Liz have a demonstrative love but it runs deep and he knows it does but he feels that he might have blown it tonight.
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Philip was driving along the highway to Liz and Max’s when he decided to get off the main road and drive up and down the side streets. It was about 10:00 p.m. and a lot of the homes will have their lights off by now but it would give Liz a chance to cool off and he knew how much she enjoyed seeing the Christmas decorations…maybe she would say something to give them an idea of what was going on. It wasn’t like Liz to share troubles with anyone…she was a lot like Max when it came to keeping personal things personal but it was worth a try. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw her looking out the window.
She never questioned Philip about the little side trip, she sat watching the various themes on all of the lawns and thinking. “What in the hell was wrong with him? This is the third time he’s pulled this on her and she was just about ready to strangle him. The first time was the 4th of July bar-b-que. He took off after dinner and went to his parents and she followed him, crawled in bed with him and just held him. They got up in the morning, he took his suitcase and they headed out the door and went back to their own home. He never said another word about it…never explained why he had done what he did or anything else. Just went home like nothing had happened. She didn’t think she had ever been so confused in her life. It was like he missed his old bed or something. Then another time was labor day…he did the same thing and things played out the same way. No explanation, just slept in his old bed and then went home with her the next day. Maybe they needed to bring his bed to their house for him. My God, that’s insane she thought.
Philip looked in the rear view mirror and saw the confused look on Liz’s face and he just had to ask…at least the anger was gone.
“Liz honey, what’s got you so confused?”
Liz giggled…”You know me too well Philip…I was just thinking how insane this all is. Maybe we need to move Max’s old bed to the house for him. It seems that when he gets in one of these moods he goes home, sleeps in his room and comes home the next day. Philip…I am so confused. I know Max isn’t nuts, but something is definitely out of whack here and I can’t figure it out. Do you think it’s possible that he misses his old room?”
Philip and Diane both started laughing and then Diane looked at Liz and asked her what made her think of that.
“I don’t know Diane…this is the third time he’s done this and every time I have followed him home…crawled into bed with him and the next day he picks up his suitcase and comes back to our home. He has never said why he does this…not even hinted at a reason. I am so confused that I don’t know what to do. I do know that he is going to talk about this or we’re through because I am not going to be going to your home every three months to spend the night without a damned good reason. I have to be on my toes in the morning and be prepared to perform an awfully lot of important tests and I can’t be running around all night wondering what in the hell is wrong with a perfectly healthy man.”
Diane and Philip both had to laugh at her again…they knew this was serious and they also knew that she meant what she said, but God this was funny…then Liz started to giggle with them as well. Whatever was bothering Max had to be brought out into the open, they all knew this but Liz’s analogy was truly funny…then Diane thought to herself…what if it’s true? Oh, he couldn’t possibly be missing his old bedroom…that is just too far fetched for anyone to even consider. Oh. My. God!!! She needed to talk Michael and quickly.
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Back at the Evan’s home Michael was trying to convince Max to get his ass home and make up with his wife. Max wasn’t too sure that he was ready to face Liz with the truth…it all seemed so childish, which it was…
“I don’t think I can do that Michael…you saw how angry she was when she left. She needs time to calm down before I confess to her how stupid I am.”
“Yes Maxwell, you are stupid, I am so glad you recognize it but you have to do it now. The longer you wait the more angry she’s going to get because she doesn’t have a clue as to what your problem is and she is probably manufacturing all kinds of things in that pretty little head of hers. Now, get out of here and go home.”
“I don’t think I can do that Michael…Why don’t you come with me?”
“Max, you have asked me to do some pretty dumb things in our lifetime but this is , without a doubt, the dumbest. Now go home.”
“Maybe I’ll take her to lunch tomorrow and we can talk then; in a very public place where she won’t throw something at me.”
Michael started laughing…”Max, I can’t believe you are afraid of that little 5’2” brunette.”
“It’s not the physical Liz that I fear it’s the mental Liz. She will chew me up and spit me out without even saying a word. Michael, this is not going to be pretty.”
“No Max, it isn’t, and anything she throws at you you take because you deserve it. Now go home, PLEASE…”
So Max reluctantly picked up his bag and headed out the door looking like Linus dragging his blanket behind him…oh was he in trouble.
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Liz finally convinced Philip that she was calm enough to go home now…she needed to get ready for work tomorrow and she would be fine. Philip told her that if she needed anything at all to be sure and call them and she said she would so Philip got back on the main highway and continued to Max and Liz’s home.
“Would you like to come in for some coffee or something. I baked an apple cobbler for dinner and there’s still a lot of it left.”
Philip looked at Diane and she nodded yes…she loved Liz’s desserts. The girl just had a knack for cooking. Must have been all of that exact measuring in those labs.
So the three of them went into the house and lo and behold there was Max sitting in the living room with a very sheepish look on his face. All Diane and Philip could think was thank God …Michael must have worked some magic on him. Liz looked at him and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She definitely intended to get to the bottom of this tonight or he could just go back to his old bedroom and rot.
She took Diane’s and Philip’s coats and hung them in the closet off the hallway and headed to the kitchen to warm up the cobbler in the microwave. She asked her guests if they would like tea or coffee with their cobbler and they both said tea. She didn’t have to ask Max…she knew he wanted milk.
She set the table with dessert plates, napkins, forks and spoons and put the teapot in the middle of the table with an assortment of teas to choose from. She put a large glass of milk at Max’s plate and put a glass of water at her place. When she went into the living room Philip and Diane were sitting quietly on the couch watching TV with Max. He wasn’t even talking to his parents, what in the hell was going on with him?
“Come on everyone the cobbler’s ready.”
Max looked at Liz with a puzzled look on his face and she just shrugged…”Are you going to join us?” she asked very frostily.
Max never said a word, he got up from the couch and took off his jacket that he was still wearing and followed her to the kitchen.
Philip, Diane and Liz talked non stop throughout the entire dessert and Max never said a word. The other three decided silently to just ignore him. They didn’t need to be playing any games with him and if he couldn’t conduct himself as an adult they didn’t need to acknowledge his presence. Max wasn’t really sure about all of this new treatment…he remembered what Michael had said and he knew he deserved it but it sure wasn’t easy.
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It was about 11:15 when Philip and Diane bid Liz good night and nodded to Max who was on the couch again watching the news. Liz gave them both a hug and told them good night and drive safely. They smiled at her and then Diane said…”We can have Michael bring the bed over tomorrow if you think you need it.” They all started to laugh and Max looked over at the three of them and wanted to cry. What in the hell got into him anyway. He was even jealous of his parents. When did he become so damned possessive?
He was acting like a two year old and he knew it…this was awful.
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Chapter: 2
“Okay Max, what’s your problem and you’d better make it quick because I’m in no mood for any bullshit.”
Liz stood in front of the couch between Max and the TV. She reached down and flipped the television off and continued to stand there. Max just continued to look at her waist which was in line of the TV screen and Liz continued to look at Max’s face. She wasn’t moving and Max knew it. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to just curl up and hide. What was she going to think of his confession? Well he’d better start somewhere so he started off with…
“Liz, I love you so much.”
Liz kept a straight face, holding back a grin, and said…
“I know you do Max but that’s not the problem here so you’d better tell me what is.”
“Well, the bottom line is ‘I’m jealous’.”
Liz got this horrified expression on her face…she couldn’t believe what she just heard.
“Jealous of who?”
“Not who Liz, what.”
“Okay your jealous of what…help me here Max because I’m not following this conversation very well.”
“Well, of Christmas this time.”
Liz wanted to laugh and cry at the same time…what in the hell was he talking about.
“Why are you jealous of Christmas Max?” Then she just had to add, “what did Christmas ever do to you?”
“Well, it’s taking you away from me.”
“Christmas is taking me away from you? How?”
“Well, you are spending every night fixing the house up and decorating and not spending any time with me.”
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Then Liz couldn’t hold it back any longer…she sat down in the chair across from the couch and started to giggle…she had visions of Michael bringing Max’s bed to the house tomorrow and then she outright belly laughed. Max looked at her and didn’t know what to think. She thought this was funny and instead of telling him how wrong he was she just started to laugh. Max never expected this reaction and he didn’t know how to react. Then Liz saw the puzzled look on Max’s face and she had to tell him what she thought was wrong…
“Max, I thought you missed your old room and had to go home every once in a while and sleep there.”
Max looked at Liz like she had lost her flippin’ mind.
“You’re kidding right?” He asked…
“No. I am not kidding…it makes as much sense as you being jealous of Christmas or any other holiday for that matter.”
Max thought that over for a minute and then he said…
“Christmas is taking your time with me away and I really miss us. Michael pointed out the fact that you are doing everything alone and that we didn’t have to watch TV to be together, that I could help you and we could do things together besides sitting and cuddling. Did you know that he even helps Maria bake cookies?”
“Yes, I knew this…Maria loves it when Michael helps her do things around the house. She said it isn’t so lonesome when he’s there beside her. I’ve often wondered why you never offered to help me but I never dreamed that you were carrying a grudge because I wasn’t sitting with you. My word Max, these things don’t get done by themselves and if you helped me we would have more time to cuddle. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I never realized what it was until Michael pointed it out to me. Liz, I feel so stupid…will you forgive me? Please?”
“Of course I will Max, if you’ll forgive me. I should have asked you to help me or to join me in a project…I just never thought of it. Do you feel better now…I know I do.”
“Yes. Let’s get to bed…we both have a long day tomorrow. We have to finish up the house before the week-end and I missed our cuddle session this evening.” Max said…
Liz got up from her chair and went over and straddled her husbands lap and started kissing him like she hadn’t done in a very long time. If that test was negative it wouldn’t be for long.
After their make out session on the couch Liz went to the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftover cobbler in the refrigerator. She turned the lights off and followed Max upstairs. She went into the guest bathroom and removed the test from the bag it came in and proceeded to take the pregnancy test alone. After the allotted time she checked the results then she grabbed her stomach and smiled…She went into the bedroom and found Max laying there waiting for her.
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When Diane and Philip arrived home they found Michael working on the Christmas tree with the stereo playing in the background. Michael looked at his mom and said…
“I hope you don’t mind…I needed to do something and this seemed like fun. I miss Maria but I know that this is important to her, I only hope her grandfather makes it. I don’t want her remembering Christmas time as the time her grandfather passed away.”
“Oh no Michael, why would I mind. It’s your tree too. We hope Maria’s grandfather gets well also. I see you talked to Max. Liz thought he needed to visit his old room every once in a while and that’s why he was coming home about every three months.”
Michael started laughing…”It makes as much sense as the real problem.” Michael said.
“Oh, what’s that son?” asked Philip
“Jealousy.” Said Michael.
“Jealousy? Who in the hell does he have to be jealous of?” asked Philip.
“Not who Dad, what. He was jealous of Liz spending so much time preparing for holidays. For instance, the fourth of July, memorial day and now she’s spending too much time getting ready for Christmas and not enough time with him. Come to find out he doesn’t help her with a damned thing and when she’s busy doing all of the prep work herself he gets mad because she’s not sitting and cuddling with him. Needless to say I think he understands now that there’s more to life than sitting on the couch cuddling to be together. There are other things he can do to enjoy his wife’s company.”
Philip and Diane both nodded at Michael and then they both picked up a box of ornaments and continued their conversation as they all worked on the Christmas tree. Then Michael started to laugh…”she really thought he missed his room?”
“Yep, she did.” Answered Diane and they all started to laugh.
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“What took you so long Liz, I thought you were just going to turn off the lights?”
“Well, I had another little chore before coming in.” Liz crawled into bed next to Max and nuzzled into his arms, started to curl the hair on his chest around her finger and said “You’re going to be a daddy Max, and I hope you realize going in that a baby is going to be cutting into your cuddling time.”
Max looked at his little wife and had the biggest smile on his face than she had ever seen on anybody.
“I love you so much Max.” Liz said as she moved even closer…
“Oh baby you have no idea how much I love you…thank you, thank you, thank you and I really will share you, honest.” And Max held his little wife so close she could hardly breathe.
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