Liz sat back down, watching Max.He hasn't told them... that meant it was up to her. "We.. haven't decided yet. But.. umm." She stood up again, leaning on the side of a table. "There is a reason for us to tell them. One, Dylan. And two..." She looked at her shoes. "I'm pregnant with Max's baby.." She finally looked up, but away from everyone, turning red. "It's only going to take a month to gestate... How else can we explain that?"
Liz turned to Michael, her jaw dropping. "You CAN'T be serious!" She frowned at him, putting her hands on her hips. "Well maybe it's the whole soon-to-be-a-mother thing talking, but I'M GOING TO BE AS BIG AS A HOUSE SOON! You don't think they'll notice?!"
Liz nodded distractedly at Max before rounding on Michael again. "I don't much like the idea either but... I mean... what else is there to do? it's not like I can just skip town for 9 months and pretend like I got pregnant like a normal person!" She sighed. "Umm. there's another thing happening.." She said, having just remembered. She opened her mouth to speak again, but closed it again, unsure of how to say it. So, instead of bothering to try, she simply poked a glass on the table she was leaning on, watching as it initially sparked and then melted slowly. She turned back to the others, not saying anything.
Liz looked up to see Isabel with her daughter looking at her like she had two heads. "That's what I was just... explaining.." She said lamely, sitting down. "I got powers. I don't know why, I don't know how... but it was before the baby so it can't be that.."
Liz raised an eyebrow, confused. "She-- I-- what?" She frowned, glancing at Max and the others, clearly dumbstruck. "OH!!! you think I was.. umm. No." She bit her lip. "Isabel, I'm pregnant," She said softly. "You're going to have a niece or.. nephew... or something."