A/N: HOWDY! Sorry, I really have NO idea where that came from…NO offense to southerners! Anyway, I gave this story to my friend who we call Fang ( he hasn't read the series like the rest f us have so he probably thinks we are all crazy, the rest of my friends and I.) for Christmas and all I got was an eyeroll and "Why, do I have to be a so fatherly?" haha, he thinks it was about him… Anyway… Review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Maximum Ride, you would know it, because I probably would have screamed it at you with a bull-horn. But no, James Patterson does. And also I do not think he owns a bull-horn. But you never know…
Chapter One
Max's POV
I heaved myself into the rocking chair in the nursery. I sighed. Fang walked in silently and placed his hand on my now huge stomach. This is a lot harder than I thought… but I remember how I had wanted this. How 6 months ago I had cried and begged Fang for a baby. I had felt lonely since the flock had moved out and it was just me and Fang. I wanted a baby so bad, but he wasn't so sure. But when I convinced him, it was go time, and we tried for what seemed like forever. But when we found out, I could tell that he was happy. And Ella and Iggy were a just month ahead of us as far as pregnancies go. Except for Ella was never sick and still went everywhere. I, on the other hand, was always sick, everyday and every day I stayed at home unless I really had to go somewhere. Which was usually the store, shopping for baby stuff with Ella, Fang, and Iggy.
I sat there with my eyes closed and Fangs strong hand on my stomach. I'm pretty sure the happiest day of his life was when he could first feel the baby kicking. I had felt it for the first time about 2 weeks before he could and now whenever he could he liked to just lie there with his hand on my stomach as the baby pounded away at my insides. He laughed quietly. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling. "What, is he doing somersaults in there?" he chuckled. I laughed "Pretty close." There was a silence. "Does it hurt?" he whispered suddenly. I looked at him and took his hand. "Sometimes, but usually just when you're not around. I think it knows your voice, and your touch, and gets upset when you're not here." He looked at me with the biggest smile on his face, and in his eyes. "Really, you think he knows me?" I looked at him quizzically. "He?" I asked. He shrugged. "I feel like it's a he." I smiled. "Did you know that whatever the father thinks the gender of the baby is, it has a 75% chance of being correct?" He smiled even more.
Fang's POV
It was the best feeling in the world, having the two most important things to you in the world in the same place. I love to feel the baby kicking, it makes me so happy to think that the love of my life was carrying the most important thing I could ever create. In a way, it makes me jealous of Max, that she always gets to feel every kick and every movement. But I also feel sorry for her because I know she always sick and in a lot of pain, even if she does put on a brave face about it. It is the worst thing in the world to wake up and have to see her throwing up in the bathroom. I don't even mind when at night, she keeps me up because the baby is kicking my back, or my stomach, or anywhere, because I know that inside her it hurts even more. The diet is really annoying to her to, because she can't eat a lot of the food I know she really wants to, but it doesn't matter because she can't keep anything down anyway.
I looked at Max rocking back and forth and back and forth, and I felt the baby pound really hard into the center of my palm. She grunted and opened her eyes. She was going to make such a good mother.
Max's POV
I probably sat there for 3 hours and watched Fang smile and laugh. He was like a little kid on Christmas morning. It was the best medicine of all, watching my husband laugh. I sighed and closed my eyes. Just then, the front door burst open and Ella came crashing in with her enormous belly and a wide eyed Iggy with his hands in his pockets in tow. She had a huge smile. "Guess what Max?" she squealed. I raised an eyebrow. "So, we went to the doctors today for a check-up," she grabbed Iggy's arm. "And guess what? We are having TWINS!" "Twins…" Iggy whispered, obviously rather stunned about the news. I smiled. "That's great El. Fang why don't you and Iggy go do something in the den?" Iggy mouthed thank you to me, and Ella shot him a look. Fang reluctantly removed his hand and grabbed Iggy's shoulder and they walked out as Ella took the rocking chair next to me.
"So, Max, how've you been, you look sick." I smiled weakly. "I am. But that's okay, I'm better than I was this morning. That really is great you know, about the twins." Ella swelled with pride then got a look of all seriousness. "Except, that's twice the amount of everything we need, which means double the cost, and I'm just not sure we can afford that right now. You know, we just finished paying off the house and so that will help, but Max, I don't want Iggy to have to work more, he's already hardly home as it is. I guess I'll just have to go back to full time." She sighed and leaned back. I looked at her concerned. "Ella, you are seven, almost eight, months pregnant, you shouldn't be working at all." She looked at me and sighed again. "I know, but there are just so many bills, and we were saving up so I can go back to school but with two kids Max I don't think that will happen." I nodded. "Max, I don't think Iggy's happy. I didn't even know if he wanted a baby or not, and now that its twins…" she looked at me. "What about Fang, is he happy?" I nodded again. "Yes, I think he was nervous at first but now I know all he thinks about is the baby. He always puts his hand on my stomach whenever he can, and I'm pretty sure he almost cried when I told him we were going to wait until it was born to find out the gender." She laughed.
Fang's POV
I brought Iggy downstairs which was technically a basement, but we had added carpet, couches, a huge TV, a whole bunch of lights, a pool table, and a bar so it was basically where we spent all of our time before Max became pregnant and it became difficult for her to go up and down stairs. So in the last few months, it had turned into me and Iggy's man cave because the girls couldn't walk down here easily.
"What'll you have Ig?" I asked standing behind the bar. "The usual, Fang. But double it." He sighed. I laughed and poured him his drink and sat down next to him. "Seems like everything is doubled these days, huh?" I chuckled to myself. "Don't remind me." He muttered. "Not happy about the news I take it?" I looked at him. "No, it's not that, It's just, I don't know…" he muttered. There was a silence. "Does Ella ever let you feel the baby kick?" I asked looking down at my feet. He nodded. "No, I'm not very involved with the pregnancy." He answered. I smiled, "Well then that's the problem Ig!" He raised an eyebrow. "Why? feeling her stomach feels kind of, just, gross." I nodded "No, Iggy! It is the best feeling in the world! Trust me, I wasn't really involved until Max told me to feel it. Once you feel the baby, or in your case, babies, kick that's all you'll ever be able to think about." I grabbed his arm and dragged him upstairs.