Disclaimer- I do not own Maximum Ride.
Story takes place two years after MAX.
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Fang POV
She was doing the dishes when I looked in the window. Her light, sandy brown hair was swept up in a messy ponytail. Her beautiful brown eyes had slight bags underneath them. Man, I missed her.
She finished the last pot and shook her hands dry. She cleaned off the counter with a wipe and picked up a… a Sippy cup? Huh, weird. She put it in the sink and walked out of the kitchen. I couldn't see her now.
I was perched in a tree next to her house. The idea of her having her own house was strange. I quietly crawled off my branch, looking for a window where I could see her again. Nice, Fang. Now you're a stalker.
I found a window that shown into the living room. She was on the couch watching TV. I was now on a much weaker limb of a tree. Just then, I saw something move next to her. I looked a little closer…
"No." I said it out loud without thinking. She heard me. She went in to protection mode and cradled what was next to her.
It was a child, a little boy. My Max, Maximum Ride, once leader of the flock, was holding this child like it was her own.
I gasped as she squinted her eyes to see. I lost my grip and footing on the branch and noticed the earth hurdling toward me. I hit the ground, too shocked to have opened my wings. I felt a sharp pain in my right wing. Then it all went black.
Max POV
I was almost done with the dishes now. Hayden had found out that if her flipped all my good pots over, he could make a drum set. He spent the entire day hitting the pots and pans and laughing after every noise. It was loud and annoying, but I let him play. I just love that boy's laugh, mostly his smile.
I sighed. His smile, he had his father's smile.
I heard a twitch from the tree outside the window over the sink. I paused for a second, but didn't hear anything else so I regarded it.
I finished washing the last of Hayden's drum set. I washed off the rest of the counter and put the last bottle in the sink for tomorrow.
I was utterly exhausted. Though I loved it more that almost anything, being a mom is hard. Hayden was on the armchair in the living room. He was fighting to stay awake. I scooped him up and sat on the couch. I let him fall asleep on my chest.
I was zoning out myself when I heard a noise outside.
"No." it was a faint whisper that sounded way too familiar for my comfort.
Erasers! I thought right away. My hands rushed to my son. I glared out the window, waiting for something to happen. Nothing. I squinted my eyes. I saw a slight silhouette fall from a tree and hit the ground. Hayden opened his eyes and looked up at me.
"Mommy?" he sounded scared. It was okay that he was. He was barely two. He had my hair and so far, my attitude. Of the very few words he knew, 'no' and 'yeah, yeah' were his favorite.
"It's okay, baby." I said, picking him up and supporting him on my hip.
"'m sleepy." He slurred, resting his head on my shoulder.
I patted his back and brought him to his room, tucking him in his crib.
I went back to the living room and jumped out the window. I saw what fell out of the tree. I crotched over it, him. It was a boy, no older than me. His hair was black and he had tan skin and… and, my hands moved over his back, wings?
I quickly flipped him over to see his face. I looked at him; complete sock ran through my body. It was a face I knew too well.
Fang.
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