Max's POV!
"Iggy James Ride!" Demon screeched. "What the hell have you done with all of my maternity shirts?" I sighed.
"And welcome to yet another eventful day in the Ride/Slaughter household." I muttered.
Yes, Demon had legally changed her and her flocks last name to Slaughter, mere months after we escaped the school. She charged into the White House, demanding to see the president. Her exact words were 'If you idiots don't fucking let me in to see the president right now, I'm going to rip your intestines out and use them as skipping ropes!'
To this day, we are still uncertain as to wether she was PMSing or if her pregnancy hormones were kicking early. (She and Iggy, uh, ya' know, did it that night in the room they had to share at the hotel we stayed in.)
"MAX!" she yelled. I groaned. It was six o'clock in the morning, for Christ's sake. My kids weren't even up yet! "Make Iggy give me my clothes back!"
Reluctantly, I rolled over and out of bed. Stuffing my feet into what Nudge, Angel, and Lollipop ((and YES that is really her name) one of my half-siblings. I'll explain everything about Demons flock after) called my 'Fang Slippers', I trudged out of my room, into the hall, and into Demon's.
"Iggy, why the hell did you take your fiancee's clothes?" I asked, glaring at him, still half-asleep. "Are you eight months pregnant? No. Are you turning into a cross-dresser? For the sake of all or eyes, I sure as hell hope not. So give her, her clothes back so I can freaking go back. To. Sleep."
"Nuh-uh, Max!" Iggy said. "She can go to band practice naked."
"Because you couldn't keep it in you pants," Demon seethed. "I look like a freaking cow right now,pregnant with YOUR sextuplets, and you want me to go to practice naked?" Iggy flinched a but held his ground.
I suppose nowis a good time as any to explain Demon's flock.
First there's Demon. With her coal coloured eyes, waist length black, pink, green, and blue hair and emo style, she looked a hell of a lot like a female Fang. But she is excused from this fact seeing as their twins.
Next we have Skittle. Skittle is eighteen but looks more like a big boobed pre-teen. Her shock blonde hairs was cut short and her left ear was pierced all the way up. She had pale blue eyes that were always smiling, even in the most depressing of times. Like her big brother, Iggy, Skittle never leaves the house with out some sort of bomb.
Then we have Helsing, who got his name because he was obsessed with Van Helsing. He was Nudge's twin brother and total opposite. She say's mall, he say's skate park. She say's Justin Bieber, he say's Cradle Of Filth. They were Ying and Yang times ten, but they looked freaking identical, minus the boobs and Helsing's short hair.
Then comes Star. Apparently, much like Iggy, Jeb doesn't know how to keep it in his pants, because Star is one of my three half-siblings that were part of Demon's flock. She actually look a lot like me, minus the fact that she has green eyes, is about a half-a-foot shorter and seventeen. She liked Helsing, which grossed me out, probably because I don't like the thought of my kids or any of my siblings growing up.
Next come sixteen year old Lollipop. She was the only girl in the world who could make Nudge seem quiet. Her fiery red hair reached mid-back when it was down, but she normally kept it in a pony tail up at the top of her head. She had brown eyes like me, and was the same size as me. She had a habit of taking my clothes and not returning them.
Second-to-last brings in Teddy, who's fifteen. She's Angel and Gazzy's older sister, is just as sweet and twice as powerful. With her stick-straight platinum blond hair, blue doe eyes and all-out-innocent cherub look, she looks as easy to trust and Angel. But she's a kick-ass fighter who was almost a ruthless as Demon and I.
And last but not least was Knight, my thirteen-year-old half brother. Knight was Ari's twin brother, when Ari was alive. He was an Avian-Hybrid though, not an Eraser. He REALLY liked Angel, who liked him, too, but they were almost a stubborn as Fang and I were before.
Demon's most recent members were her and Iggy's twins, Becca and Sam. They both had blond hair, coal eyes and pale skin. They were the second-most adorable kids ever.
The weird thing was, Becca and Sam were born on the exact same day as Cyder, Ari, and Alex, only a year later.
Yes, thinking about Fang still hurt. A lot. But as long as I had my kids, Cynder, Ari, and Alexander, my only reminders of him, I would survive.
"Momma!" a voice yelled. I spun around only to be tackled by my kids. "Uncle Gazzy farted on his way past our rooms and now we can't go back into them!" Cynder wailed on about Gazzy and his stench for a moment before seeing Demon and running to her. Alex and Ari had fallen asleep in my lap soon after they tackled me.
"Hi, baby!" Cynder cooed to Demon's belly. "I'm your cousin Cynder! When you come out, we're gonna have so much fun! Take you for walks and dress you and feed you, but I'll leave your poopy diapers for Auntie Demon to clean 'cause I don't wanna do that!" I giggled.
"Hey, Max?" Knight called up the stairs. "There's someone at the door for you." I groaned. There goes my plans of going pack to sleep.
Pushing Ari and Alex off of me, I propelled myself up and off the floor. Muttering about assholes who needed to learn what time to come calling, I made my way downstairs and to the door.
"What the fuck do you want?" I growled. "Do you realize what fucking time it is?"
I didn't usually swear, but knock on my door at six–fifteen in the morning, and you'd be lucky if I didn't knock your teeth out.
"Now Max," the man at the door said scoldingly. "Didn't you always used to tell us that swearing was bad?"
That voice. No. No way in Hell. It couldn't be. I still had another 14 years, 352 days, eleven hours, and sixteen minutes 'till I could hear that voice. But it was, it really, truly, 120%, was him. Fang.
Demon's POV (shortly after Max left)
I smirked.
"Fine then." I stated. "If you want all the guys on the way to the studio and at the studio to stare at my awesome-ness, flirt and hit on me, go ahead. I don't care."
I shrugged and turned to leave the room. Iggy growled, grabbing me and pulling me against his chest.
"Mine." he muttered into my ear. We stood there in silence for a moment when a felt a tingly sensation between my legs.
Shit.
"Iggy," I ground out. "Give me a shirt. Now."
Iggy, using his brain for once, tossed me my 'Rocker Mom' t-shirt. I put it on, grabbed Iggy's hand and dragged him out of the room.
"What happened?" he asked.
"My water just broke." I hissed. I grabbed Max's keys off the table and headed to the door. Max was standing there glaring at some man.
"You asshole!" she exclaimed. "If you think you can just waltz back into our lives like nothing ever happened, you are throughly mistaken!" Then she cocked her fist back and punched him.
"Max," I gasped out. "The babies are coming and they ain't gonna wait very long." Her eyes widened and she took they keys out of my hand.
"Skittle!" she shouted. "You're in charge! If you people blow something up while we're gone, I'll kill you!" The kids (all those under the age of six) came trampling down the stairs.
"Can we go?" Becca asked, her eyes wide as she smiled hopefully. Max shook her head sadly.
"Not this time, Hun'." she said. "But I promise, that when we get back, you'll have six new little brothers and sisters to play with." Becca smiled, hugged us, grabbed Cynder, who grabbed Sam, who grabbed Alex, who then grabbed Ari, and pulled everyone inside.
"Can we get going?" I hissed, this wasn't my first time going through this, but man, it did not get any easier. Max rolled her eyes and started her car. The guy she punched was standing off to the side, looking awkward.
"Get in the car." I ordered him. "You and Max obviously have shit to talk about and you can do that while I am giving birth." Max spun around and glared at me.
"Really?" she snapped. "Did you really have to do that? I mean, I know that he's you twin and all... but I want to kill him! And I don't want those poor nurses to have to clean up the blood, guts, and body parts that will surely linger. They already have to put up with you so..." I glared at her and she trailed off. "Hospital, right." Max ushered the three of us into the car, glaring at the man the entire time.
"I don't get it." Iggy said. "Who's here?"
"Fang." Max growled, saying his name like one would if they were spitting out venom. Iggy's eyes narrowed.
"Seriously?" he asked. "He just, came back? I call whatever's left over when your done with him, Max."
"Can we talk about this after I give birth?" I snapped.
"If we must." Max said with a sigh. "But I don't see why I can't just kill him and get it over with."
"Because," I said, hissing in pain."Seeing as Fang and I are withing six feet of each other, any thing you do to him, I'll feel it, too." Max grunted something that sounded like 'So?', and I reached over and smacked Iggy.
"Ow!" he yelled. "What was that for?" I shrugged.
"Max is driving, so I can't hit her," I pointed out. "And hitting Fang would be the same as hitting myself, meaning I had to hit you."
"Yeah," Fang said from the passenger side. "Explain that one to me."
"What one?" Max snarled. "Why she feels your pain or why you left, cause I would like and explanation on that one myself."
"Uhh..." Fang said, trying to find a way around Max's anger. "The pain one."
"Damn." Max said, pretending be upset. "And I was expecting to get an honest answer out of you." Then Max smirked. "The pain things because your twins."
Fang waited a moment before clearing is throat, apparently waiting for Max to continue.
"What?" she snapped. "You think I know how it works? The same thing happens with Helsing and Nudge, Becca and Sam, and my kids." Then Max gave a semi-hysterical laugh. "Wait! Because you left, you don't know any of those people, other than Nudge!" Fang managed to look guilty, hurt, and confused, all the while looking lovingly at Max.
Taking a deep breath, Max pulled up to Emergency and parked.
"You and Iggy go." she told us. "I have to park."
The unspoken 'And talk to Fang.' hung in the air.