Ok, I've been bad in the past with changing the POV and not saying so. No more. And this chapter has no Max POV in it. Now there's three little things I want to say before I go on with the chapter:

1) This is a sad attempt to write a cute chapter. Sorry if it sucks, I can't write cute that well.

2) I'm very open to suggestions of what Xavier should do. And thanks to 3 wingsforlife 3 for giving me a great idea for the next chapter. I honestly didn't know how I was going to continue until she (she, right?) gave me the idea.

3) Has anyone besides me noticed how weirdly g's are written in books? I mean, seriously, they're all curly and loopy. No one writes them like that!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm not James Patterson blah blah blah, ect, so on and so forth.

Iggy's POV

I'm gonna start taking account of how many times Xavier's names is being screamed here. Let's see, I've yelled 'Xavier' at least ten times, Fang's yelled it twenty (wait, make that twenty-one), Max's screeched it-ooh-somewhere aroooound…seventy? And everyone else had squeezed it in the conversations about forty times all together.

And we wonder why we have headaches…

"Is he asleep yet?" Gazzy asked wearily, taking the pillow off his head.

Max reached over and turned the baby monitor on, wincing as it screamed, "MAAAAAAAAAAX! ZAZOooOOooOOooO! NO NAP! NO NAAAAAAP! **shutter** Zazoo, zazoo, zazoo, zaaaazooo…."

I threw a pillow at her, "Oh, for cryin' out loud, turn it off!" I groaned. Max clicked the damn contraption off and put it back on the coffee table. You'd think that maybe, just maybe after an hour he'd give up crying. But I swear that kid was more headstrong than the Flock combined. And that's a freakin' strong head as it is.

"My head hurts," Angel whined.

Max sighed, "Then take an aspirin and go lie down," she told her, handing her the aspirin bottle (we've all had at least four by now.) "Hey Ig," she asked me, "Where's Fang?"

I shrugged, "Last I knew he was relaxing in his room…"

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Fang's POV

I don't care what Iggy told you, I AM NOT RELAXING. Why? Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the siren without an off button stationed right down the hall from me. That tends to keep a guy in discomfort for a while. Complaining? Me? No, never. I love the little monkey. With all my heart.

Oh wait, silly me, I don't have one.

Xavier's voice went up and octave, and when you have hearing like mine, that hurts…a lot. I had to shut him up, for the Flock's sake. Just the walk down the hall took a lot out of me. "Xavier," I hissed and went over to the crib, "Stop it. Just take your freakin' nap already!"

He looked up at me and held his arms up, "F-Fwaaaaang," he whimpered, "I sorwee. Xavier be good boy. Zazooo…" I set my jaw and shook my head. He sucked his breath in dramatically and burst into tears again, throwing himself face-down into the sheets. I noticed for the first time that they were soaked. So were his pants.

Aw, dang….

"Are…are you wet?" I asked almost to myself, lifting him up a bit. A half full sippie-cup (A/N everyone knows what those are, right?) rolled out from the blanket, spilling more water on the sheets. He pointed to the cup.

"Spill. Fwang, spill," he stopped crying to tell me. I lifted him out of crib and laid him on the floor to see just how bad it was. From the navel down he was sopping wet. I looked over at the bag of his stuff we'd moved upstairs and reached inside, pulling out an assortment of baby clothes. Xavier had stopped his sobbing and was now very occupied with helping me pick out a matching outfit for him. After a lot of disagreements, we decided on a pair of jeans with a patchwork puppy on the pocket and a light blue T-shirt with the same puppy on the front of it resting on the words 'puppy eyes'.

After the clothes change, I tried to put him back to bed, but he seemed Velcroed to me and refused to go back, telling me "No nap. Not tiered." So I settled with lying next to him on Dr. Martinez's bed while he 'read' me one of his books (more like turned the pages and held it as far away from me as possible when I tried to tell him what the pictures were.)

By the time the story was over, Xavier's eyes were drooping and he struggled to keep his head up. But trying to sneak him back into his own bed would wake him up too much and he'd protest again. Against my better judgment, I decided to let his fall asleep first and then move him. I wrapped my arms around his little body and let him burry his face in my chest. His breathing changed and he stopped wiggling around. I almost believed he was finally asleep when I heard him start singing.

"Edelweiss, Edelweiss, evwee mornin you gweet me. Small and wie, cween and bwight…" he sighed and curled his hands into little fist, pulling them in under him.

"…you look happy to meet me," I finished. Wait, did…did I just sing…to a baby? Xavier was surprised too and gave me a strange look. A smile crawled on his face and he tugged on my shirt.

"Fwang…sing? Pweeve?" he pleaded.

No. Just, no. Never, never in a million years was I going to…but…he's giving the eyes, and the lip….

I took a breath, "Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow," I whispered in his ear, "Bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, Edelweiss, bless my country and home."

HIs hand fell from my shoulder and he sighed, "Wov you, Fwang," he told me before shutting his eyes.

I didn't need an interpretation for that.

Review!!! Review and I'll give you a...um...**looks around room** a chocolate dipped biscotii. They're really goooooood!

And I hope you apreciated the Edelweiss song. My nephew really can sing that and it took me forever to find the lyrics cuz I kept spelling it 'Adelvise'. WHO THE HECK DECIDED TO SPELL IT 'EDELWEISS'??!!