This is the last prologue! Enjoy! Next will actually be Chapter 1!
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Oh, and I definitely need to do a disclaimer on this one. I don't own anything from TFW. You'll understand why I said that if you keep reading.
Seven Months Later
"I'm gonna barf." I whispered to Fang, wiping my sweaty hands on Fang's black sweater as he wiped his own sweaty hands on his black jeans.
"You'll be fine." He whispered back. "You always are."
"I'm gonna die." I moaned.
"You can't die." He said, a hint of a smile in his voice. "You're the indestructible Max."
"I've never faced anything this hard before." Yes, I sounded like a pathetic weenie. I prefer to think of it as showing my softer side.
"Max?" My mom stood at the door, smiling at me. She was all dressed up and looked fabulous, despite the tired look in her eyes from staying by my side for the last ten hours. I was lucky I grew up to kind of look like her. I guess it was just hindered by my refusal to girlify myself. I looked down at my hospital gown, now soaked with sweat. Mom had thoughtfully supplied Fang with some towels to wipe my forehead with. In this state I felt – I don't know, vulnerable? Like I couldn't mover, couldn't fight.
Well we all have issues.
Dr. Snyder came in, pulling on a clean pair of rubber gloves. "Well Max…Fang…you two ready?"
I rolled my eyes and drew in a quick breath. I looked at Fang and saw all of the love in the world pouring out of his eyes.
She bit her lip. "Do you two want a couple seconds?" she asked.
We both nodded. She went outside, dragging Mom with her. As soon as they were outside I shook my head. "I can't do this." I whimpered.
Fang sat down on the edge of the bed, draping his arm around my shoulders. "I know you can do this."
"Fang, you don't understand. This is worse than getting every single rib broken and then getting kicked in the broken ribs and–"
Fang cut me off by pecking me quickly on the lips. "Max, you fought me tooth and nail on this from the very beginning. But we didn't go through all of those mornings crouched by the toilet, the midnight craving runs, and once – a – week check – ups to simply be wimpy now. Be the Max that I married. Be the Max that I left. Be the Max that I fell in love with." He said.
"I didn't ask you to preach to me." I mumbled as Dr. Snyder came back in with Mom, Ella, and three other doctors.
"Let's do this." I said.
It was finally over. The doctor immediately cleaned the baby, wrapped him in a blanket, and put him in my open arms. He was a perfect fit.
Fang wiped sweat off of my forehead with his sleeve. "You did it." He said.
"No. We did it." I corrected. I shifted the baby in my arms uncomfortable. Fang took him from. I was so sore; the sudden emptiness in me was overwhelming.
"So what are you naming him?" Dr. Snyder asked.
"Umm…" I couldn't remember which name we'd decided on.
"Caleb Michael Ride." Fang filled in.
I sighed. "Yeah, what he said." I whispered, closing my eyes. Dr. Snyder laughed and took Caleb from Fang. As she walked out with him, Mom leaned down to give me a hug.
"Aww Max!" she squealed. "You must be tired. Get some sleep." She said kissing my sweaty cheek before getting up to leave. Fang followed suit after her but I grabbed his hand.
"Stay with me." I pleaded. He laughed and squeezed in on the bed, sitting next to me. "I love you so much." I whispered.
"I love you too." He whispered back.
"Thank you." I told him. "If it weren't for you, I would've taken any chance of us not having children from us."
Fang squeezed my shoulder and started to rub the top of my arm. I knew he was smiling. I was too.
So that's the last prologue. Review please!
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