A/N: Me: So… just so you know, this story is going to have a lot of jumps in time.

Fang: She's too lazy to write that much to make it flow.

Me: Rawr?

Rawr: *raises weasel*

Fang: *zip*

Me: I thought so. Anyway… so I'll put the date at the top of every chapter so you know where it is. Fact: I am (about) 25% Italian, 50% German, and 25% British.

MooMoo: On with the story!

January 28, 2011

Max POV

I grumbled as sunlight came through the crack in my curtain, and, of course, hit my face. I rolled over and buried my head in Fang's chest.

Yea, we share a room/bed. So what? We're… responsible.

Fang snorted and hugged me. I sighed happily.

We just lied there for a few minutes, enjoying the calm before everyone else woke up.

Suddenly, my stomach gave off a horrible pang, and I tasted copper at the back of my throat.

I threw Fang's arms of off me and lurched to the bathroom. I heard him rush after me as I knelt next to the toilet.

What happened next… was not pretty by any means. Fang just held my hair back and rubbed circles between my wings.

When I finished, I took a, somewhat shaky, breath and leaned against the toilet.

"What was that about?" Fang asked, staring at me. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to open my mouth anytime soon.

He nodded hesitantly before picking me up and putting me back on the bed. I gave some feeble protest, weakly smacking him on the arm, but I was too tired to actually do anything. I fell back asleep soon after my head hit the pillow again.

I was woken up by another stomach pang, and by throwing up… again. Fang ran in while I was standing up to brush my teeth. He looked at me, concern obvious in his eyes, while I cleaned myself up.

Feeling better, I walked downstairs with Fang. As I passed by Nudge's room, I heard her, Angel, and Ella talking about something.

"No, blue doesn't go with green! Not even teal or aqua! Try the khaki!" I shook my head. I would never understand fashion.

I walked into the kitchen, feeling up to some eggs and bacon. What I heard went something like this:

"Dude, let me tell you- the best place to meet girls is outside the grocery store!" Iggy, of course.

"Really? How do you get them?" Gazzy?

"Well, all you have to do is-"

"Good morning, sexist pig and mini sexist pig!" I yelled as I walked in.

They both jumped and looked up at me. Gazzy was sheepish, but Iggy was just grinning.

I huffed and said, "Iggy I want some eggs. With bacon. Oh, also- add some peanut butter in that, will ya? Ooh, you know what else would taste good on it? Apples. Yup, sliced apples right on top. Thanks, Ig!"

The three boys in the kitchen stared at me- well, not Iggy, but he- oh never mind- like I was crazy.

"What?" I snapped.

Iggy was the first to reply. "You just asked for an egg-bacon-peanut butter-and–apple omelet. That's not normal. At all."

I frowned and shrugged. "It's just what I'm hungry for."

Gazzy made an 'eww' face. For some reason, that made me snap.

"You know what? I feel like I should just get what I asked for, you know? It's not like you have to eat it! I just asked for a simple breakfast, and you have to blow it all out of proportion! Ugh!" I stomped out of the kitchen and into my bedroom.

I heard a quiet knock. "Max?" Fang.

"Go away."

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"Please?"

"NO!"

I heard him sigh and walk away. I suddenly felt bad about yelling at him. Wait… am I… crying? Jeez, with all these emotions, I could be having PMS.

Wait a minute… I quickly counted some days on my calendar. I was a week late for… that. I'm never late. Ever.

I laid back down on my bed. Morning sickness, cravings, emotions running rampant, late… thing… Holy #&*%!

I jolted out of bed and ran out of the house, calling "I just need some alone time, be back soon!" As soon as I cleared the door, I whipped out my wings. I flew to the nearest Wal-Mart, and landed behind t in the empty loading area.

I folded in my wings and walked around to the front. It wasn't that busy for a Wal-Mart. I guess everybody was working or something. I walked right to the aisle to get a pregnancy test.

I mean… I couldn't be… pregnant… right? I jogged to the checkout aisle and gave the girl ten dollars. She looked about 18, with blonde dreadlocks and multiple piercings.

"Your change is 2.67. Have a nice day. And… good luck." she said, smacking her gum.

I nodded absently and went straight home.

I paced in the bathroom. I had come in through the window in my room so I wouldn't have to walk by anyone… like Fang.

I checked my watch for the hundredth time. This had to be the longest three minutes of my life!

Oh God… Fang… if I was… you know… what would I tell him? I shuddered, thinking about if he would leave me. He wouldn't… right? Maybe I wouldn't tell him. Or, maybe I could just not be pregnant and-

Beep. The test's little timer went off. I picked it up, then put it down. I picked it up, and put it down again. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

I took a deep breath. Then another. Then I flipped the test over. A red plus sign.

Oh boy. Embarrassingly, I fainted.

"Max? Max! Ma-ax! MAX!" I woke up to Fang shaking me and calling my name. I was still in the bathroom. Luckily, the test was underneath where I had fallen.

I looked up at him, and bit back tears. He was so concerned for me, he said he loved me so much… but how would he react to this? I didn't want to tell him.

I guess he saw the misery in my eyes, because he gathered me up into his arms.

"What's wrong?" he mumbled, stroking my hair. That did it- I burst into tears.

He pulled back, startled. I didn't cry often, and he knows that when I do, it's bad.

"Max. What's. Wrong." he said sternly. I looked at him, sniffling. I couldn't lie to him. I just couldn't.

"I-I-I'm… pr-pre-p-pregnant!" I hiccupped.

His mask disappeared to reveal true shock. I wailed inwardly at this, because he probably didn't want a baby and was going to leave.

I started sobbing again. "I know you probably don't want a baby. I'm not ready for one. So if you're gonna leave me, just do it."

"Max."

"I can get Mom to take care of it, or Nudge and Ella would help. You don't have to hang around here."

"Max!"

"I'll miss you. I understand. Just go, okay? Go! I don't want a baby either!" I was hysterical at this point.

"Maximum!" That stopped me. I don't think he's ever called me by my full name. Ever.

"What?" I said, barely able to breath through my sobs and wrenched breathing.

He hugged me close. "I can't wait to hold our baby in my arms. I would never leave you. Ever. So stop it. I love you, and I'll be there right with you. The whole way." he said into my shoulder.

When I pulled back, he was beaming the biggest I had ever seen. And his eyes looked suspiciously misty.

My happy mood abruptly vanished. "You're telling Mom."

His smile vanished faster than mine.

A/N: Me: Yay! Baby!

Fang: You always make me look stupid in your stories!

MooMoo: Really?

Rawr: What would have said?

Fang: …*mumble mumble*….

Me: Can't hear you!

Fang: Alright! The same thing! I would've said the same thing!

Me: Hmph. Fact: I have a farmer's tan. Like, legit. Shorts, socks, and a tank top. I hate it. Stupid track. Stay tuned for the next chapter of 'The Beautiful Life'!

Fang: What's that?

Me: *headdesk* This story. The title is 'The Beautiful Life' in french!

Fang: Oh. Uh… *trying not to look stupid…er* review!