Sorry, no pairings in this chapter! And Markus belongs to me. No one takes my precious, little cinnamon bun without permission.

She never liked kids......

Working till 1am, then going to bed at 3 really tires you out. You expect to get as much sleep as you can get. But NO! "Wwwaaaaahhhh" A baby's cry, rings down the halls. Pixal's eyes shut tight, as she tries to block out the sound. A baby's cry is heard again. Louder this time, defining it's need for attention. Pixal's eyes open. Acid green eyes glow through the dark room. Her arm lazily taps the shoulder of her husband. Though, it goes right through him, and on the sheet. Her head snaps towards the left side of the bed. Expecting to see Zane. Expecting. His half is neatly made. Just as it was this morning. Except for the notes that was in his pillow.
"Dear Pixal,
If you are reading this, then you may be wondering where I am. Or, you could be not. Depends on you mood. But if you are, then I must remind you that it is Tuesday. The day I must drive my brothers to and from the neighbourhood bar, so they can drown their feelings in, and not regret anything.
Love, Zane"
Damn. Tuesdays. Curse her fuc-a baby's wail interrupted her thoughts. Pixal immediately jumped out of bed, put on her robe, and ran to her child's nursery. When she got there, Markus' bedspread was now soaked with his tears. Pixal quickly grabbed a rattle and started shaking it in front of Markus. It did catch his eye for a second, but then went back to crying. "What does your Zane do in these situations?" Pixal practically begged to no one in particular. Gently, Pixal grabbed Markus. Caressing his small head with her hand, while slowly cradling him.

"Shh, my child." Pixal cooed. Her soft touches slowly quieted the crying baby. When Markus was quiet, Pixal put Markus back in his crib. Though she thought he was sleeping, Pixal was startled by two bright green eyes staring at her. A smile was curved on Pixal's silvery lips as she saw her offspring smile with the joy of laughter. Markus had alot of features of her and Zane. Markus had Pixal's eye color, nose messy locks. He inherited Zane's eye shape, and ears. Though, no one knows how he got his raven black hair. Cyrus Borg maybe? Pixal thought as Markus' laugher died down, and went back to sleep. Pixal kissed the top of Markus' head, and left the room. She finally made it to her bed. As the light touch of her covers consumed her. Sleep found its way to her.

She never liked kids.........
Though she does makes an exception.