AN: Second chappie… AWAYYYYY!!!!

Anyway, thanks for all the reviews!

NEEDED INFO: Max and Fang are twenty-one in this chapter!

Rest of the Flock lives somewhere else, besides Angel, cause she's so young. Gazzy and Nudge live with Iggy and his girlfriend.

FANG POV

I winced as a heavy object hit the wall downstairs.

Sounding like a barbell, I rushed down the steps to find out.

Angel, now at the age of twelve, motioned with her thumb, not even looking up, to the door of the gym.

I nodded, mentally thanking her, as I peeked my head through the door.

It's over, it's over, it's over

Not a good sign, I noted, as Max stalked over to the punching bag, slamming her knee into it with a sheer force.

I knew that she would be pissed once I had started the argument. She had been moody all week, but I had to admit… I should have kept my trap shut.

It seems you can't hear me
When I open my mouth you never listen
You say stay, but what does that mean
Do you think I honestly want to be reminded forever

Opening my mouth, I was about to announce to her that the punching bag wasn't me, but an angry growl mixed with a sob stopped me.

Max slumped against the punching bag, as it swung under her weight, and she hit the floor.

"God… why is he such an ass?" Max raised her head from the floor and then brought it back down, her hands tightening around a water bottle.

Water began spurting out from a leak she had caused as her eyes clouded with tears.

Don't waste your time trying to fix
What I want to erase
What I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me my friend
Friend, what does that even mean

My mind flashed back to last night, as the sound of her angry words, and my fuming replies rang throughout the empty house…

Last night…

(Not FANG POV)

"Fang," Max rubbed her temples as he looked up from his macaroni and cheese,

"Do you have any idea when Iggy's getting here on Tuesday?"

"No, Max, I don't," Fang snarled, already pissed from today at work. His boss had yelled at him all day, claiming that the skateboard he had designed deserved to be thrown to the shredder.

"Well, fine then, Fang!" Max growled, slamming her chair back as she stood up.

She grabbed her half-eaten macaroni dish and tossed it into the sink, where it cracked and lay broken over the counter.

"Nice job, Max," Fang scoffed under his breath, standing up to tread into the living room, where he switched on a football game.

Average twenty-year olds were out partying, but Max and Fang had more to worry about for the time being.

Max followed him, forced to believe this conversation wasn't over with,

"Fang, turn off the TV and look at me."

He ignored her.

"Fang! Will you just listen to me for one damn second?!"

"You know what, Max? I'm through with listening to you!" Fang snapped, his eyes and gaze turning cold, as Max internally flinched.

I don't want your hand
You'll only pull me down
So save your breath
Don't waste your song
On me, on me
Don't waste your time

But on the outside, she folded her arms across her chest, fuming,

"WHY? It's not like you ever listened to begin with!"

"Oh, trust me, I have," Fang hissed,

"But you never really told me anything that was worth listening to. So, after a while, it became background noise."

"Oh, really?" Max chirped angrily, her fingernails scraping against the back of a chair as she death-gripped it.

Fang just rolled his eyes, frustrated that she was acting this way.

A couple of weeks ago, she had been fine. Now it was fight after fight, day in and day out.

"Background noise, Fang? What the hell? Is that what this relationship means to you, that I'm put on the backburner because you're sick of listening to me?!"

He said nothing, just pressed down on the volume button, to where Max had to scream above the TV.

Fang snapped his head around, frowning, as he stood up,

"Max, I would listen to you if you had something worthy to listen to! Now all you do is bitch at me! I get enough of that from my job, and I don't exactly need another dosing when I come home!"

She was fired up now, as she got into his face, her eyes level with his,

"Well if you'd told me that from the beginning, maybe we wouldn't be having this problem! You never talk to me anymore! What the hell is wrong with you, Fang?"

"No, Max, what the hell is wrong with you?! I haven't changed. You're the one that's having random mood swings and throwing stuff at the walls all day!"

Brett Favre scored a touchdown, as the Packers fans' voices roared throughout the living room.

It's not easy not answering
Every time I want to talk to you
But I can't
If you only knew the hell I put myself through
Replaying memories in my head of you and I
Every night

"You know what, Fang? Just LEAVE! Get the hell out of here! I don't want to see you ever again!" Max screeched, tears streaming down her face, as she turned on her heel, and stomped out of the room.

Fang huffed, taking his seat back, as his mind raced around those last words.

Had she really meant it?

Something in his head throbbed, as his brain comprehended the situation.

Max wanted him to leave.

Max was kicking him out.

Max didn't love him.

Max hated him.

And, though he hated to admit it, he deserved every word she had said to him.

Back to the Present… FANG POV

I raced over to where Max lay, hesitating for a moment before pulling her into a kiss,

"Max, I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what's happening to us. But… I want to fix it."

Max half-smiled, as she pushed the punching bag out of the way,

"Why, Fang? Change of song?"

I pretended to think about it, then kissed her lips softly before answering quietly,

"Sorta. But it's more like a change of heart."

Max sighed contentedly, her head pressed up against my chest, as her fingers traced intricate designs on my abs.

"I think it's time to explain something, Fang," Max's voice whispered from below me and my heart turned cold.

Oh, no. Had my confession not helped? Was she still kicking me out? What was I going to do without Max? She couldn't just do this… didn't my apology mean anything to her? Was she just playing with my heart?

"Angel's not gonna be the only baby in this house," She mumbled calmly, as the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and her eyes caught mine.

The words replayed inside my mind before I finally understood.

Max was pregnant.

Max was going to have a baby.

Max was going to have my baby.

"HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE PREGNANT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Came my response, and I admit, I could have been a little more… gentle… but seriously… Max was going to have my kid. This was one of my top three on the 'Fang's Top Five Wishes'.

"Fang!" Max slapped my chest lightly, but her grin fought its way out, and suddenly we were hugging and kissing each other.

There's nothing I could say to you
Nothing I could ever do to make you see
What you mean to me
All the pain, the tears I cried
Still you never said goodbye
And now I know how far you'd go

Our background music played… the one we had played at our reception, as if on cue, to tie the strings of our relationship together.

"Fang…" Max's voice was muffled from my kisses, as I pulled away,

"I love you so much."

"I know. Everyone loves Fang," I joked, staring down at my wife, who lay sprawled on the floor below me.

I pressed my lips to her neck as she ran her hands up and underneath my shirt,

"I love you too."

I will be all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

There was a light cough from behind us, as Max leaned and smiled,

"Hey, Ange."

"Guys," The twelve year-old rolled her eyes at the sight of us,

"I hate you break it to you… but I've got to go to school."

"Aw, come on… can't you just let us finish?" I pouted my lips, and Angel quirked an eyebrow.

"Um… no. Get your butts up and at 'em."

She had turned, one arm carrying her purse, before she spun her head around, blue eyes twinkling,

"Oh, and no sex in the gymnasium."

Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.

I turned to look back down at Max, as we sat there for a few moments, and then burst out laughing.

I thought that I had everything
I didn't know what life could bring
But now I see, honestly
You're the one thing I got right
The only one I let inside
Now I can breathe cause you're here with me

I stood up, pulling Max with me, as she whispered into my ear,

"I think she made up that rule two months too late."

I tugged Max into my arms, kissing the top of her head, as I led her out the door, my hands spread across her toned stomach.

We waited for Angel to grab her homework from upstairs, as Max ran her hands up my arms.

The arms that held both my babies.

And I will be all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay
I will be all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

AN: Aw. That was so retchingly cute!!! (smile)

Anyway, the third chapter will be up… next week. Sorry guys, but I have to type up a story for English class. And that should take a while. I might post it up on FanFiction, but it will be under Misc. cause… it's not really "fan"fiction.

Songs: "Don't Waste Your Time" by Kelly Clarkson and "I Will Be" by Avril Lavigne.

Sincerlee,

Kaila (He was a skater boy, She said see you later boy , He wasn't good enough for her, She had an pretty face, But her head was up in a space, She needed to come back down to earth)

PS: lol. I'm playing Avril on iTunes, which would explain the random Skater Boy lyrics.