Chapter One

I rolled out of bed, and fell onto the floor.

"Urgh, my head!" I slurred, standing up and wobbling a bit.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Yeah, someone just called me mommy. I know, the invincible Maximum Ride with a kid. Well, deal with it.

I happened like three years ago, me and Fang had finally gotten together, and well, one thing led to another one night when we were both 16. I won't go into details, but let's just say that was the night that changed my life. Forever.

I went to a drug store, when we stopped at a mall for some clothes. It was when I had missed my period for a few weeks, and well, I was getting a bit anxious. I bought a pregnancy test that turned out positive. It was there, in that toilet stall in a mall, that I made a decision that would influence the rest of my life.

As I sat there, I knew I couldn't tell Fang that I was pregnant with his child. He might have freaked out and decided to leave me again. I never wanted that. But then again, what if he did want the child, we couldn't take it around with us and fight with it so near and venerable.

So, that was when I decided that I was going to leave the flock, and get a house to bring up my child, our child.

I decided that I would go to my mom's house first, just until the baby was born, so I wouldn't have to go to the hospital, you know.

And that brings us up to today, as I slouch across the room and out of my bedroom door to get Robin.

Yes, I named my son Robin, after the bird. He has beautiful wings, brown, with red and white bits in them. I'm not quite sure how he got them, after all, my wings are brown and white with speckles, and Fang's were black, with a purple tint to them when in the sunlight.

God, I miss Fang more and more every day. It's like seeing him everyday too, Robin is the spitting image of him, only he has more brown hair and my chocolate coloured eyes. He has Fang's bone structure, his cheekbones and his slender figure.

I bent over to pick Robin up from his cot. He hugged my neck and then planted a sticky kiss on my cheek. I laughed and hugged him back, kissing his forehead as I put him down on the plush blue carpet.

He ran off as soon as I let him go. For a second, I could only think of how much he looked like Fang. The way he ran was as fluid as the way Fang did. I sighed and walked out of my baby boy's room.

I slouched downstairs, slightly hung over from the night before. Alice came over and we shared many bottles of cider and wine. It was possibly not the best idea, especially when your three year old son woke you up at 8am everyday.

Robin jumped onto the sofa and lay there watching the cartoons that were on. I have to admit, he's no usual three year old. He's fast, strong and intelligent. He has the reading age of a nine year old, I have no idea how he is so clever, neither Fang or I are that smart. Sure, we're witty, but that doesn't get you diplomas and qualifications.

Making my way into the kitchen, I made Robin some cereal and put it on the island that was in the middle of out vast kitchen.

"Robin! Cereal is on the island!" I called. I heard Robin roll onto the floor then I saw him flying through the doorway, his beautiful wings beating rhythmically. I smiled at his grace.

Then, almost as if he heard what I said, he tucked in his wings and landed heavily on one of the stools that sat around the island.

He immediately tucked into his breakfast, sloshing milk all over the counter. Smiling, I turned to make myself something to eat and put the empty bottles of wine and cider in the recycling bin.

After working in Antarctica, I have been recycling more and more, you know, saving the world, one bit at a time.

"So, Robin, how do you fancy going to the park today?" I asked, looking at my gorgeous boy.

"Oh, really? Can we, can we, can we?" he asked, bobbing up and down on his stool.

"That's what I just said silly!" I laughed. Robin grinned at me. He looked so much like Fang when he did that.

I smiled at him, and then took his bowl away from him when he had finished and cleared up.