(Max POV)

I was partly awake already. I looked over at fang, his eys closed. He seemed so at peace. Like he wasn't effected at all by just about everything bad that is, or could be happening. I looked over at him, watching him slowly breath, feeling his presence.

" It's rude to stare Max", he said to me keeping his eys closed; feeling my glance. He smirked a second then he wrapped his warm arms around me.

"Hmph." I said closing my eyes and cuddling deeper into his chest. " What time is it?"

" I don't know, eight. Maybe later."

"Have you heard from…" I was interupted by a childish voice erupting from downstairs followed by light footsteps. I looked at Fang. He held up three fingers, then two, then one, and…..

"Mommy, Daddy, good morning!" a little boy bounced into his mother's arms. Now one second, if you weren't thrown off by that last statement, please read it again. That's right! I, Max Ride have a child, or… I mean…children. I really didn't believe it. And another thing, the father, it's Fang. He never struck you as a father figure, huh? What about a husband? Yup, we're engaged; to be wed in 3 days.

"Morning sweety. Where is Dani?" Immediately a second voice, right around the corner, moaned. A little girl rubbed her eyes and stepped in the door. "Good morning Dani," Fang released my waist and stretched out his arms to her. She grinned extremely hard and ran for her father. She really was more of Fangs daughter than mine. She had his olive skin and dark hair. Though she couldn't be more different than Fang the way she talked. She could start and end a conversation before you knew she was talking. For a 6 year old, she was the most hyperative sporadic of a girl I had ever seen. Kyle was mine. My little 5 year old. He hade my blond hair that fell over one eye. He had my quick wits (if I do say so myself), my face, my eyes. Oh, but he does talk like his father, as well as have Fang's appetite. He needs the extra energy. He's just now starting to be able to fly. Oh, forgot to mention the wings didn't I? He as well as Dani have wings. Kyle's were like mine, kind of bright and cream colored. Dani bore her father's wings. Dark and powerful. Kyle, however, was the first to show progress in flight. He started flapping a couple months ago, he even hovered last week. He looks so adorable in the air. When I look at him, I remember my first flights; almost having to collapse of exaustion before I came down. Dani is just starting to unfurl her wings and feel the breeze in them; starting to lift her into the sky. But like I said, she's Fang's daughter. I love her to death, but Kyle reminds me more of me. Kinda like Angel used to. Speaking of Angel, the folck will be coming to visit tommorow, and staying for the wedding. Even Ella will manage to make it over. It's gonna be wonderful!!! I only hope Fang could survive hearing the word wife and marriage for that long.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Demi unfurled her wings, wrapping them around Fang, hugging him warmly.

"Me too. Mommy," Kyle looked at me innocently.

" I guess that's your que Fang," I rolled my eyes to him. He sighed and closed his eyes. He kissed Dani on the forhead.

"Alright, everybody out. We gotta get dressed," he said putting Dani down. Yep, that doesn't sound like Fang; sweet, charming, loving. But like I said, she was more of his daughter anyway. I practicly rolled out of the bed and kissed Kyle.

"Go on now," I said, trying to sound motherly. Kyle smilled at me and ran off down the stairs. Dani swiftly followed. Fang kicked his legs from under the covers.

"How often do you think about how they happened?" I said without looking at him. He chuckled.

" You seem to regret it," he smiled.

" A little more work than expected," I said a little regretably.

(Kyle's POV)

Parents. Soooo easy to work 'em. I mean seriosly. If you wip out the innocent eyes, call them 'mommy, daddy'. But really, they have to notice that we have to be smarter than we look right? We're mutants! We have to have smarter. Anyway, we ran into our room downstairs. Dani opened the closet, I made up the bed.

"What should we do today, I'm gonna try flying," she said. She reached up and pulled out an outfit. A pink shirt with a red and gray skirt.

" You can try. Don't forget how you fell though," I tried my hardest to sound scary.

"Shut up little brother. You're lucky I don't pound you to death," she shook her fist in the air. She gave me a pout and went back to the closet.

"Like you could catch me with those tiny wings," I nagged.

" Shut up twerp! Ive beaten you before, ill beat you again. Besides, my wings are bigger than yours. You don't know what your talking about," she threw my shirt at me angrily.

" Ok, after breakfast. Me and you. Think you can take it?" I took one shirt off and put the other on.

"Yea right, I'd never sink down to your level." She began to walk past me with her outfit in hand, towards our bathroom with her head up high. Trying to seem as innocent as possible, I slid my foot out in front of her. In seconds, she landed head first on the floor. She looked up at me with absolute disgust.

" I've had it," she let loose an earsplitting scream " After breakfast, your on!!!" I wanted to hear her say that all day.

" Sounds lovely my dear, sweet sister," I looked down at her smilling. I sensed her shear anger and laughed on the inside. She jumped up and landed on my foot. I wincede hard.

" See ya downstairs, my handsome young brother". She spun her long dark hair at me and wondered into the bathroom.

" Hope you fall in!" I yelled from our room.