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Assignment Marriage

Chapter 3: Baby Bouncing Girl?

"Max!" Nudge squealed as I walked down the stairs, "Look at my baby! Isn't he just precious? His name's Christopher!" She said hugging an uncomfortable looking boy around the age of eight, his blond hair was a mess and he had dirt on his cheek.

"No, his name's going to be Daniel!" Iggy yelled from the kitchen as he dug through Fang and mine's fridge. Doesn't he have his own food?

"It's Christopher!" Nudge said tightening her grip around the boy. Poor kid, his face was almost purple. "Daniel is too feminine for him!" She argued her lip pouting.

"Hey, you know what Christopher is in Spanish? Cristobel! What if we go to Mexico or something? You really want him to go around with the name that sounds like crystal balls?" Iggy shouted waving one of my Hot Pockets around in his hand frantically.

"Ew!" A little girl said, who I just noticed, as the boy laughed hysterically. The girl and boy were practically like identical twins, except the girl was obviously younger, maybe six.

Nudge and Iggy started to bicker angrily as the boy escaped Nudge's death grip, the boy and girl ran over to the couch and hopped up and down on the couch happily and began to have a pillow fight. Oh, lovely. Fang rolled his eyes and strolled over to the kitchen and make popcorn. I felt like I was surrounded by a bunch of idiotic baboons.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed angrily, everyone turned to stare at me in surprise but I didn't really care I was too busy plotting which disaster to handle first. Iggy and Nudge, I decided.

"Okay," I said trying to stay calm "Why don't you name him Alex?"

The two glanced at each other, "Fine." They both said.

"And you," I said narrowing my eyes and Iggy. "Next time keep your hands off my Hot Pockets!"

"Uh, actually my name's Zephyr." Said the boy who stood like he was frozen in place, a pillow about to hit his sister's face.

"Even better." I sighed; I looked at the girl "What about you, sweetheart?"

"I'm Angel," She said with a small smile, her front tooth was missing. Aww.

"I'm Max. That's Fang." I pointed to him, his hand was digging inside the popcorn bag and he looked wickedly entertained. "This is Nudge and Iggy. Put the pillows down and no jumping on the couch." I said in imitation of my mom's authority figure voice.

I walked over to the kitchen counter and flipped through there folders. Names…allergies…blah…blah. Ugh, where does it say what to do with them? AH HA! They're bedtimes 8:30 and they have school in the morning! Thank you, God!

I glanced at the kitchen clock – 8:16, all I have to do is get this angelic little girl into bed? Wow, being a mom is easy!

"Okay, um, what do you want to do before bed?" Nudge asked totally lost.
"Play ponies!" Angel yelped happily, already unzipping a "My Little Ponies" suit case and taking plastic horses out.

"No," Zephyr complained, "We played that last time, Angel."

"What do you wanna play, buddy?" Iggy asked chewing the last bite his Hot Pocket.

"Um, monster truck!" He said with a smile. He grabbed Nudge and Iggy's hands and dragged them back into their apartment.
"Here you go, Fang." Angel said handing him a dark purple pony with a grape tattoo on its butt. "That one's named Tina."

Fang stared at the pony in his hand and then looked at me with an, I Dare You To Say Something, look. I had to swallow my laughter for Angel's sake.

"And this one's Holly." She handed me one that was probably white once but was now too dirty to tell, the main and tail were red and green stripes, Christmas colors, and it had pieces of mint candy tattooed on its butt and Angel took a light pink one with cotton candy on it was much cleaner, it was obviously her favorite.

They expect children to play with these things? It's, like, some ridiculous underground conspiracy to get little girls to get tattoos on their butts the second they're legal?

"So, Angel, how do you play Ponies?" I asked sill examining the filthy pony, I'm gonna have to burn my hands later to get the germs off them.

"Well," She said combing out the snarls in her pink ponies main with a tiny yellow brush. "My ponies name is Princess, cause she is one, and all the other ponies worship her and have to do what she says."

Angel took her pony and had it scamper over to Fang's who looked like he was having suicidal thoughts at the moment. "'Tina,'" Angel talked for her pony in a somewhat bossy tone. Uh oh. "'Go get me and Holly some chocolate pudding!'"Wait, maybe this won't be so bad.

Fang cocked his eyebrow, silently asking if Angel was being serious. She was. Then he looked at me asking same thing.

I smiled deviously, "'Yeah, Tina.'" I say for my pony just like Angel did. "'Go get us chocolate pudding.'"

"Max," He says with warning in his tone.

"I would do it myself," I say in my normal voice, "But you promised my dad to keep me out of the kitchen and it's just so far away." I dramatically reach for the fridge from where I'm sitting as if I could just barely touch it, Angel giggled. Fang glared at me any got up to go get the pudding.

After that Princess and her loyal subjects, Holly and Tina, wondered around Sugar Mountain- also known as the couch – to find the Magic Castle of Cotton Candy – also known as throw pillows – and got to take a limo home – also known as Fang's shoe.

"Bed time, sweetheart." I say getting up and stretching up. This was met with cheers of happiness and cries of disappointment from Fang and Angel – guess which was which?

"Five more minutes, Max?" She begged trying to give me Bambi Eyes.

"Sorry, kiddo, but you're bed time was fifteen minutes ago." I say, like I really wish she could stay up and play some more. And secretly, I kind of wished she could. What can I say? She's adorable.

I took Angel's hand and lead her to her new room; she ran in and messily dumped out a small pink back packs filled with books. She picked up one randomly gave it to me.

I flipped the cover open as Angel climbed into her covers and snuggled into my side. Story time, huh? So it did exist!

I cleared my throat uncertainly, "Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken my true loves kiss. She was locked away in a castle, guarded by a terrible fire breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison but none prevailed. She waited in the dragon's keep. In the highest room in the tallest tower waiting for her true love and true love's first kiss…"

I turned to see that Angel was already asleep; I turned to get up and saw Fang watching me and Angel from her bedroom doorway.

Wow, he really needs to start making noise when he walks. Maybe I could put some bells on him, like with what people do to cats and rat dogs.

"What?" I whisper so as not to wake Angel.

"Just admiring my beautiful wife and daughter." He said his gaze so intense I blushed.

I brushed past him and walked into the bathroom to get into my pajamas. When I got back into the bedroom he was laying on the bed his shirt off and his head propped up by his hand.

"What're you doing?" I asked, generally confused.

"Waiting for you to get into bed." He said as though it were obvious.

That's when it finally dawned on me there was only one bed. We have to share a bed. What is this? Some legalized prostitution?

I'd have to kill Jeb the next time I saw him but right now I was too tired to object so I just climbed in making sure that no part of us touched, not even our toes, and drifted into sleep.

"Max?" A sweet little voice said, "Max?" Angel.

"Yes, sweetie?" I asked trying to wake up.

"I can't find Celeste."...….'the hell is a celeste?

"What's that, sweetie?" I ask finally awake.

"My angel bear. She's white and has a tutu and wings and a halo. I woke up and couldn't find her and I won't go to sleep without her." She's a stubborn one. No wonder I liked her.

I unwrapped Fang's arm from the tight grip around my waist; we must have somehow curled up together in the night, and tried to wake him up.

"Fang, wake up! Fang!" I practically shouted in his ear but he didn't move and I knew he was awake; he was too tense to be asleep. "I know you're up, jerk."

And that's how my mandatory, beautiful sleep was deprived at the expense of a stuffed bear. Life is cruel.

"I don't know, Ange," I said for the fiftiest time, "Are you sure you can't survive the night without her?" and like fifty times before her eyes teared up slightly at the mere thought of going on without her precious bear. Ugh.

Then, like it had so many other times today, two arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into a rock hard chest. Fang kissed my temple just assuming it was okay because I was his wife. The jerk.

But my fury melted into thankfulness when he said, "Go to sleep, I'll help her find her bear."

I was pretty pissed when he came back to bed five minutes later. "Where was it?" I asked amazed,

He was silent for a few moments, and then I saw that he was trying to keep from laughing. "Under Angel's bed." He smirked finally.

Guess what? I have a little game! If you know what movie Angel's story is from tell me in the review box and type…RachiePoo a bunch of times!

Anyway…what do you think? Overall I think its okay but I could use some criticism, I won't get better just by compliments!

Thanks for the reviews! -Rachel