A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't posted in sooo long, my sister killed my computer. It's still being fixed, but I'm at my dad's house now and everyone left me here to go to a parade so I decided to post a new chapter!! Anyway, this chapter is going to be kinda weird because the last chapter… well, I didn't really write what was supposed to happen, I got distracted by root beer. So, yeah. This one is actually important to the story! Yay me for not getting sidetracked by foodstuffs again! Telepathic conversation is in italics.

Okay, I realize that I watch wayyyy more TV than any normal human being should. But seriously, it's not like I have to go to school or a job or anything. I sit at this house all day unless the Flock begs me to take them out for ice-cream or something. I don't even like TV that much, there is just not much to do around here. Anyway, I had just downed almost half of an apple juice jug, not sure why, I just felt like it, and was going to watch some more mind numbing television. I looked at the clock. It was afternoon-ish and something had to be on. I walked in the living room hoping I hadn't missed any of Rachel Ray, and I saw that the TV was already in use. Ella had skipped school today because she "didn't feel good." In actuality, she just had a math test she wanted to get out of. Now she and Iggy were hogging my TV time. Ella was sitting on my couch watching a soap opera. She loves soap operas. Ugh. Iggy was sitting on the other side of Ella on the couch. I sat down next to Ella, preparing myself for the unrealistic plotlines and the suckish actors that make soap operas what they are. Lame. This couch was really not big enough for three people. I didn't like this people sandwich as much as the last one I was in with Fang. Iggy and I were the people-flavored bread, while Ella was the meat or peanut butter or whatever you put in the middle of a sandwich. Although, it didn't seem to bother Ella. She was practically sitting on Iggy's lap, not literally, but she was a lot closer to Iggy than I've ever wanted to be. I decided to ignore this peculiar situation for now and just relax and watch the soap opera. Some lady on the show was dramatically overacting and telling some guy named Roberto that she was pregnant. I laughed a bit to myself. What an idiot that chick must've been! I mean, how could you accidently get pregnant?!? Well, I knew how, but- just then I had a horrible, terrible, terrifying thought. Naw, that's crazy. I couldn't be- could I? No, of course not. That's impossible. There's no way. I thought about the timeline in my head. The time Fang and I had our little… incident, and when I had started getting sick. It's been a while since the earlier mentioned incident. Is it possible? No. No, it can't be. It can't be true if I don't admit it. Although, that might not work when I can't even see my feet anymore because of the huge baby-bump in my way.

Max… what's going on?

Get out my head, Voice. I'm trying to think.

You don't think you're… Oh I'm gonna kill that kid!!! Next time I see Fang I'm going to wring his neck!

I'm not pregnant! And besides, Fang would whip you're ass in a fight.

Uh, Max, Did you forget that I was the one who taught you guys to fight?

Okay, maybe you could take him when he was twelve, but he's older, stronger, and smarter now.

SMARTER?!?!?! Apparently, he's and idiot! You might be pregnant!!

Might! I'm probably not anyway.

Probably is not good enough.

Fine, fine. I'll take a stupid test, okay? Jeez.

Jeb was majorly overreacting. I got off the couch and put on my windbreaker.

"Where're ya going, Max?" asked Ella.

"Drug store."

"Why?" Crap.

"Uh, I'm out of toothpaste," I said. I should really get better at lying.

"I have toothpaste Max," Ella said, looking confused.

"Uh, no thanks. I have to have this special brand and a certain flavor and stuff. I'm just gonna go buy some. I'll be right back," I said as I walked to the door.

"Uh, okay. Bye Max."

A/N: Wow! I love how it took Max sooo freaking long to realize that. Well, that's fanfiction for ya. I know it was short, but I had to end it there. It worked. I might post again soon, like really soon, like today, because I won't be within a 100 foot radius of a working computer for a really long time after I go home today. If I don't get around to it, sorry. Please review!!! Please?? With a cherry tomatoe on top? Ha ha ha, people usually say cherry, but I'm just cool like that.