Happy Thanksgiving

Author: Ginger
Genre: A/U M/L Mature
Disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing to do with the show Roswell nor anyone
connected to it…I have chosen the names of the characters simply
because I like them.
Summary: None really, just some M/L fluff
Chapter: 1/3
Max:
It’s 4:00 a.m. and I’m sitting here in a cold sweat wondering why in the hell a nightmare about turkeys is waking me up. There isn’t one good reason on earth for this, none. I’ve tired and tried to come up with something that would cause this and I haven’t found a single clue. Thanksgiving is less than a week away, everyone is coming to dinner…we’ve done this for the past three years and I’ve never had a problem with it, I still don’t …this has got to stop. I can’t imagine what is going on in my brain to cause this turmoil. I need to get some sleep or I’ll be useless at work and that will never do.
My wife people…my beautiful wife is laying here beside me so peaceful, like she hasn’t got a care in the world…well maybe she hasn’t. This year she’s decided that we are going to drive out into the country and we are going to pick out our own live turkey because, get this, then we will know that the bird is fresh. What part of fresh frozen does she not understand? But, I will go along with her because I love her, I think… Oh hell, I love her for certain…it’s the going along with her I’m not so sure about…or did I already tell you that. Yes, it’s true, very true…everyone knows it’s true. I.Love.Liz.Parker.Evans. There, I’ve admitted it to myself once again and now I feel better so l hope I can get back to sleep. I feel Liz stirring next to me and I can only smile, even after my horrible recurring nightmare…which I’m sure she’s got something to do with… I don’t know what yet… but it’s always her that causes these crazy dreams.
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Liz:
“Max honey, you’d better hurry or you’re going to miss breakfast. What made you sleep in? It’s so not like you to do that.” I yell… I’m making coffee right now and I heard the water turn off, he’s out of the shower
Max turned the alarm off this morning and went back to sleep…he never does that. I wonder if he feels alright? I’d better ask him, we can’t have him seeing patients if he’s sick…those poor little kids could catch something really bad. So I have to ask…
“Max? Do you feel okay? Are you coming down with something? Should I call in sick for you?”
I lick the jelly off the spoon that I was using to put some jelly in the jelly dish…oh that’s good stuff! Mom made it.
“I’m feeling fine Liz…I’m not coming down with anything…and ‘NO’ you don’t have to call in sick for me. I just didn’t sleep well last night and I’m a little tired.” He yells ladies and gentlemen…he’s upstairs so he’s yelling.
“Oh. Was it another nightmare?” I shout because he’s upstairs, I know, I told you that already…
“Yes, sort of.” He’s yelling back…
“Well, what was it about?” Still shouting here…
“Nothing worth mentioning Liz. Honest.” And more yelling….
“Oh. Okay then. Do you want cereal or eggs for breakfast?” More shouting…
I don’t believe him for a damned minute…he just doesn’t want to tell me about it, it must have been dumb, he has the dumbest nightmares of anyone I know.
“Cereal is good…and coffee…lots and lots of coffee.” So much yelling, it’s giving me a headache.
“Okay then. Get a hurry on Max…you can’t keep those babies waiting.” Still shouting as I get the juice out of the refrigerator.
“Yes dear.” He’s laughing…I can tell.
Oh…he knows how I hate it when he does that…makes him sound ‘pussy whipped’ or something and he definitely isn’t that. No, my Max would never let anyone pussy whip him including me. There…now I feel better.
“Hurry Max!” I shout, but then…
“I’m hurrying Liz.” I hear a more normal voice as he walks into the kitchen and gives me a little peck on the cheek before getting his first cup of coffee, drinking it on his way to the table.
Did I tell you how handsome he is? Well he is. I’ll never know how I got so lucky. ‘Wow, I wonder what it would be like on the counter?’ I think to myself as I run my hand over the counter top…mmmmm, smooth!!! Oh God, I’ve got to stop this and get the milk on the table or he’ll never get to the office on time. Oh damn, he’s looking at me…he can read my mind because he’s got that sexy stare on his face…I hate it when he does that, he can read me like a book.
“What’s the matter Liz?”
“You know damn well ‘what’s the matter’ Max, now shut up and eat.”
Now he’s chuckling at me and he has one eyebrow raised as he takes a bite out of his toast….
“Where’s your fantasy taking you this time Liz? Come on?”
I grin and tease …
“The counter!”
“Hmmm, does sound interesting. How about you think about it all day and when I get home tonight we’ll see what we can do about that?”
“Won’t work, the moment has passed. But…I can think about other things.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like going out to Hawes’ farm this week-end and picking out a turkey.”
“Ah shit Liz! Just go to the market and pick up the largest turkey they have or better yet…go over to John’s meat market and order a fresh turkey. If you pick out a live turkey you don’t know how big it’s going to be because, once all those feathers are gone you’ve lost half it’s size.”
“Not true Max. Hawes actually can tell by looking at the birds how much they weigh. Don’t you think it would be fun to go pick one out?”
“No!”
And that ladies and gentlemen is his only response. I have been trying to get him to agree with me for over 3 weeks now about getting a live turkey and having it butchered on the spot. If we don’t get there soon there won’t be any big ones left.
“Ah, come on Max…it’ll be so much fun.”
“Liz, there are so many things in this life that are fun but watching a dumb bird getting it’s head lopped off, feathered and butchered is not one of them. Go to the market and get a bird. Final answer Liz…I’m not going. Take Maria and Tess and go get a bird but you’re not taking me.”
“Wow, you’re serious aren’t you?”
“I am about as serious as I have ever been in my life Liz. I am serious when I say I love you and I am just as serious when I say I am NOT going to go pick out a live turkey for dinner. I’m going to work…I don’t see any reason why I should be late this evening but if something comes up I’ll give you a call.”
And with that ladies and gentlemen, my husband kissed my cheek, MY CHEEK, and left for work. What the hell was that? I need to talk to Maria.
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