Hey guys!! So check this. A lot of people write about Max and Fang having sex and Max getting pregnant blah blah blah. But then I had a bit of an epiphany. BAM! No one ever had Max hugely prego and/or when she has the baby. (Not that I've read anyway. And no, 10 years AFTER doesn't count.) So I'm going to start this up when Max is around 4 months pregnant. (And the baby grows quicker so she's 4 months pregnant and the baby is at the stage a completely human baby would be at about 7 months. So about another month and the baby's fully developed.) Now enough of that! Without further ado…

MAX'S POV

"Ughhhh," I groaned rolling over to my other side as the painfully bright sun tried to scorch my eyelids.

I tensed as I felt someone pull up behind me but relaxed immediately as Fang's familiar hand started stroking up and down my arm. I opened my eyes and sat up painfully slow. I took in the scene around me. We were in an old hotel, one of those ones that you rented by the hour. A/N Hehe pay by the hour…Ahem. Moving on.

Fang and I were sharing a room and the other kids were sharing the room next door that had 2 queen beds in it. I looked down at Fang. He looked up at me, still half asleep, and smiled gently. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants from out trip to Wal-Mart yesterday but no shirt. I had confiscated that the night before because all of my clothes had started to become way too uncomfortable to sleep in. Ugh and pants. Just the thought made my abdomen hurt.

I looked down at my stomach and absently began rubbing circles on it when the baby kicked. I sucked in a sharp breath. "Gah, that was a hard one," I panted out between short breaths.

Fang sat up instantly, all traces of sleepiness forgotten, and put his hands on either side of my face. "Are you ok?" He asked and I tried to compose myself. I had already gotten over my try-to-be-tough-every-second-of-the-day-around-fang thing so I didn't try to hide how much that kick had hurt.

Could I kick Eraser ass without flinching? Yup. Could I fly for hours with broken limbs and never shed a tear? Oh yeah. Did I whimper when a 3 pound baby kicked my stomach? Apparently.

"I'm fine. I think she kicked me in the bladder." I looked up at him and smiled. "It doesn't help that I have to pee." I finished with a laugh as I stretched up to kiss him.

"Yes, he just got excited 'cause Daddy's awake." Fang chuckled to himself as he bent down to meet my lips with his own. I loved how we could do this; tease each other. He always said it was a boy and me a girl. I don't know. But it was fun to try and one-up each other on why we were right.

After a few seconds of kissing, my stomach twisted sharply and I jumped up and scrambled for the bathroom. Fang was right behind me and held my hair as I was hit with the everyday morning sickness.

I pushed up from the floor after a minute and went to brush my teeth when I heard Fang chuckle. My good mood had vanished when I threw up so I looked up at him sharply in the mirror where he was standing behind me. "What!" I barked at him.

He looked down at me and stopped laughing with a huge amount of effort. "And so it begins," he said and nodded to the toilet before a laugh escaped him again.

"Don't give me that! It's your fault in the first place that I even get morning sickness, you bastard! Now go away!" Fang smiled to himself as he walked out of the bathroom and shut the door softly behind him. A/N My sister was like that when she was pregnant and I always thought it was really funny. Blamed her husband for everything :D

When he shut the door, I began peeling off my clothes to take a shower and turned to look at myself in the mirror. From the back you couldn't even tell I was pregnant. But when I turned to the side it looked like I had a basketball hidden under my, well usually Fang's, t-shirt. My appetite had grown (yes, that's possible) but I didn't look like I had gained any weight. But I hadn't lost any either, so I guessed that was good.

Fang had tried to convince me to go to a doctor and just have things checked out but the thought made my skin crawl.

He had changed over the last few months. Everyone had noticed. He was never as closed-off anymore and when he touched or held me, it was as if it was instinctual and didn't think twice about it. His face lit up every time the baby did something but he was still waiting to get to feel the baby himself.

I got into the shower with my head still whirling so I didn't even hear anyone come in the bathroom until the shower door opened and Fang stepped in. I gasped and got shampoo in my eyes. So of course I started scrambling around trying to find the washcloth while muttering "ah, ah, ah" until a pair of strong hands caught me and washed my eyes out.

When I finally opened my eyes, I looked up at Fang who was grinning at me. I blushed. Not only had I just looked like an idiot scrambling for a washcloth but we were both standing there completely naked. Yes, the man had gotten me pregnant and I still blushed. He saw my shyness and pulled me against him as best he could, albeit my belly sticking out.

I sighed in contentment as his arms found their way to my lower back and started messaging where my back was always sore from lugging this kid around. I put my arms around his neck and laid my head on his chest.

It was there, standing with my eyes closed and the water pouring down on us, that I felt her kick. Fang felt me jump and pulled away a bit to look at me. His eyes were huge.

"Was that you or him?" He asked and his eyes, still wide, were glued to my swollen stomach. I pulled one of his hands off of my waist and put it to the right side of my stomach where she had kicked. He looked like he was concentrating, as if he could get the baby to kick by sheer willpower. I was staring at him as he stared at my stomach, so I saw the exact moment the baby kicked his hand.

It was a soft, tentative nudge, but it was definitely her. Fang's eyes looked like they were about to drop out of his head before a huge smile lit up his face. He bent down and kissed my belly before standing up and kissing me with about as much passion as either of us could muster.

Just so you know, we hadn't had sex for months. Just the couple of times until we found out I was pregnant. It went from Fang being Mr. Hot-and-Heavy to Nope-Not-Anymore. Which sucked. Now if you haven't been pregnant, you won't understand but you get turned on soooo much more when you're "with baby" as Nudge refers to it as. So you can imagine my frustration when I couldn't do a damn thing about it. He was always the one to stop when things got too involved and he didn't disappoint. After my hands had started drifting down over the lean muscles in his neck and back, he shivered and pulled away. I glared up at him before yanking the door open and stumbling my way out of the shower.

I wrapped a towel around me and walked out into the room, hearing his laughter fade as I shut the door behind me.

I was standing there thinking of what to wear, when a knock sounded on the door. I swear, I must have jumped 6 feet in the air. I didn't even have time to compose myself before Angel walked in.

"Mornin' Max!" She squealed and ran over and gave me a hug. Well as best she could anyway. Her little arms could no longer reach all the way around and her head rested on top of my stomach.

"Hey, sweetie," I smiled. She just stood there for a minute, like she was giving the baby a hug too.

"Hey Baby!" She called into my stomach, earning a hard kick in response. "Oh, Max, I'm so sorry!" She said when she saw me flinch.

"That's ok, Ange, she's kicking everyone today," I said earning a huge smile from her.

"I know. I heard when she kicked Fang." She then turned her attention to my stomach and spoke right to it with a look on her face that a prison warden might wear. "Now listen up Baby." I swear to you she was wagging her finger at my belly. "Aunt Angel loves you but you can't go around hurting Max anymore. Hmph." And with that, she stuck her chin in the air and marched out of the room. I stared after her for a second before collapsing down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

I was there for a minute when Fang came up behind me and murmured "What's so funny?" Recalling Angel's face to my mind made me fall over with a fresh wave of laughter until my sides began to hurt and Fang looked like he was questioning my mental health.

So of course I only laughed harder.

Ok guys now tell me what you think. I thought this would be a little different. And no, the characters cant really be OOC or not because we don't know what they would be like in this situation; so don't tell me if Fang is too "happy" or whatever. Also, tell me if you like the way I started it (in the middle of the pregnancy.) or if you would like me to do a separate one with the night Max got pregnant.