Max's POV
Today I found out that I am pregnant, with Fang's baby. At first I ran out of my room, beaming with this retarded smile on my face, before I stopped.
What would Fang think? I had his baby in me and I still had no idea how his mind worked. I hurriedly ran back to my room and shoved my credit card (technically not mine, but I found it in some guy's pocket. So it's "mine") into a bag with a change of clothes and some food.
Then I flew out the window, without looking back.
9 months after I ran away from the Flock I had my baby girl, Indie. I live in a little shack that I bought from this guy at a retail store, and miss my family every single day…
FANG"S POV
"Iggy, she's not dead, for the millionth time." Okay, so what if she's been gone for over nine months, that didn't mean she was dead.
Iggy rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure, whatever you say!" and stormed away. Max wasn't dead, even though I'd told myself that countless times I still felt depressed.
We'd spent the first few months looking for her. But no luck.
Max wasn't dead. I would have felt it…
MAX'S POV
I went to find the Flock today. I know I probably shouldn't have, I'd fled their lives. They probably thought I was dead, but I didn't care.
Indie needed a father. I could bring her up on my own, I'm not saying I need help, but my pool of patience had never been very deep, and I sometimes questioned my ability to raise her without killing something.
I found them easily, they were at the house I'd fled last year. Curious, I peered through my old window, my stuff had barely been touched.
I clutched Indie closer and knocked on the door, the last thing I needed to do was break into a house I didn't consider my own anymore.
Angel answered it. At first she didn't say anything, until she noticed Indie in my arms, staring at her curiously. Then she grinned and squealed, "MAX!" Everyone came running, Fang wasn't one of them.
Everyone was all over me, asking me questions and such, I hugged them all awkwardly and tucked Indie away from view, thinking at Angel for her to say nothing.
Then I pushed past them and saw Fang staring at me from the other hall. I didn't run over to him, he didn't rush over to see me. We just sat and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before he noticed Indie and asked stiffly, "Who's the Father?"
I hesitated, kind of afraid to say anything. Then Indie outstretched her little arm and cooed, "Daddy!" over and over again, she was pointing directly at Fang.