Hey! Lovelace here!

Please no Fire! First fic.

DISCLAIMER:

1) I am not a man, so how could I be James Patterson?

2) I couldn't possibly write like he does.

3) Reindeer like to eat bananas

(I had NO idea where that came from.)

(Fang P.O.V)

Max was sleeping. A child, cuddled against her mother's chest, peered up at me. She could be no older than three years old.

Slowly, as if not wanting to wake up Max, she crawled out of bed and walked over to me.

"Hullo?" She asked cautiously, like answering a telephone.

"Hey there." I said, smiling.

Deciding I was a friend, she lifted her hands upward to me.

I stood there for a moment, and the awkward moment stretched into an embarrassing silence.

I picked her up and we went to the kitchen. I sat her on the counter and she pointed to the refrigerator. "Refriger!" She squealed with joy.

I opened the refrigerator, and looked around. Juice, Lemons (who sticks lemons in their refrigerator, jeez Max!), Meat, and other stuff.

"Juice!" The child clapped when I brought it out. I poured her a glass of apple juice and she drowned it down.

I leaned against the counter. "What's your name, honey?" I asked.

"Rose. That's my name. Rose Emilia Ride." She smiled sweetly.

"I like that name. It's a very pretty name for a very pretty girl." I said earnestly. I stared at her brown eyes, so much like her mom's and her dirty blonde hair, pulled into pig-tails; so much like some one else I knew.

"Tank You." She said.

"What do you do for fun, Rose?"

"Oh! I fl- Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

She leaned in all close and personal. "I have wings," She whispered. "And I can fly."

I leaned back and said "Oh." Like it wasn't a big deal.

"Well Rose, can you keep a secret?"

"Yes! I mean," she whispered, "Yes."

"Well, I have wings, too."

Her eyes got wide. "Can you fly?"

Trying not to crack up, I nodded my head sincerely.

"That's cool." She said, and I cracked a smile.

I checked the clock. 2:27 a.m.

The cookies were done and I was drawing on the table with Rose. I was working on a dog; she was working on princess/fairy/bird girl.

"What's your favorite color?" She asked.

I didn't want to say black so I went with "Blue."

"Oh. Mine's pink."

She showed me her picture. "It's Beautiful." I commented.

She smiled and yawned.

I grabbed a cookie and took a bite out of it.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"You can call me Fnick."

"What would Mommy call you?"

I shifted. The reason I've come. Not to hang out with Max's daughter; I didn't even knew she had a daughter.

But to connect with Max and tell her I still exist.

That, and I was kind of hoping on a hopeless thing. I was hoping Max wouldn't be…well, taken.

I knelt next to her so we were eye level. "Whenever Ma-.. Mommy asks, tell her it was Fnick. She'll understand."

I picked her up and gently carried her to her room. Then I tucked her in.

"Goodnight Rose."

"Goodnight."

With a little hesitation, I left.

~~~Morning~~~

(Max P.O.V)

I woke when Rose jumped on top of me.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

I groaned, but smiled. "Yes, dear?"

"Come on!" She said, tugging on my sleeve. I sighed, and followed. She mumbled something like, "Fnick was here."

But I could've swore it wasn't that. She didn't even know Fang. She pulled me around the corner of the hallway and into the Dining room. There, I gasped.

There were cookies in a nice bundle, pictures of all types, roses, and two feathers. A small light brown one, and a larger black one.

"Did you do this?" I asked Rose, tears in my eyes.

"No. Fnick did." She answered simply. Then she turned to me, "Mommy, why are you crying?"