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Chapter 8

BANG!

The sharp noise broke through my beautiful dream.

"Max? What are you doing in here? What's that you're holding? Aren't you ready yet? I'm ready, I got ready straight away. I can't wait to go and see your Mom and Ella. They're so great! You're Mom does great food, and Ella will go shopping with me, and we can ha-"

I heard a slapping noise as someone shut Nudge up. I clutched Fang's t-shirt closer to my abdomen, not willing to let it go. I tried to immerse myself in the dream again; it had been so real, so vivid. Just thinking about it sent fireworks shooting through my veins.

I was startled to find tears streaking my cheeks as I sat up, allowing Fang's smell to swirl around me. I held the top to my face as I tried to hide my tears, glancing up at the door to see Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and Angel stood there with expressions of shock on their faces. Gazzy's hand was over Nudged mouth.

"Whhuuucwynn?" Nudge tried to speak. Gazzy took back his hand as Nudge repeated herself. "Why are you crying? Max?"

"Uh, I'm not crying." I lied, my voice cracking.

"Yes, you are! You're cheeks are wet and your voice is cracking and – "

"Shut up Nudge! You and Angel and Gazzy, go make sure we've got enough food. I want to talk with Max." Iggy said. I silently thanked him.

I watched as the younger three sullenly traipsed out of the room, and as Iggy came and sat on the edge of Fang's bed. I wiped my eyes, trying to get rid of the vivid imaged that seemed to be seared on my eyelids. Me and Fang. Fang and me. On this bed. I felt a buzzing in my womb, as if my child sensed what I was thinking. A slight blush crept up my cheeks at the thought.

"Max. Do you want to, talk? About anything?" I could hear the concern, the worry in his voice. "Why were you crying?" he asked softly. His long, thin fingers brushed underneath my eyes, feeling the dampness there.

"You- I- You woke me up." I managed, choking on my words.

"Were you –were- were you dreaming about Fang?"

I couldn't even talk. I whimpered quietly. Iggy took this as a yes.

"What were you – were you – do you want to say what your dream was about?" His voice was trembling, I think he realised how shaken I was.

"I – I don't think you want to know Ig." I said, a slight smile on my mouth.

"Ah. Okay then." He flushed slightly and I laughed quietly.

"Come on then, we'd better get going, or we'll never make it to my Mom's!"

"Yep, I'm all packed, I'll see you down there Max."

He left the room, and I picked up Fang's T-shirt and my rucksack as I went into my room. I changed out of Fang's t-shirt and shorts I had worn to bed last night, and instead put on the t-shirt I had held before, and a pair of jeans.

I went down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Come on then, let's go!" I said, looking forward to seeing my Mom and half-sister soon. We all jumped out of the door/hole thing and took of.

I felt the wind catch my wings and smiled. The storm from yesterday had gone, and the sun beat down on my shoulders. I saw the other four get into a formation behind me as we set of towards Arizona.

*two hours later*

"Guys! Hotel ahead! Lets land in that patch of tree's over there!"

We all angled ourselves and lessened our wings beatings as we landed in a mini forest thing.

"Right, Iggy, you got the Maximum Ride card?"

"Sure do." He said, handing it to me. I took it and slid it in my pocket as we walked into the hotel. It looked nothing special, a bit dingy, but it would do. We don't exactly live a life of luxury. I walked up to the front desk and leaned towards the balding man,

"Can I have two twin rooms please?" I asked, stretching myself in order to look taller.

He frowned, but gave me the keys to the rooms anyway, which I payed for with my card.

We went up using the stairs, since small spaced aren't good for us. Iggy said he'd take the floor. Aah, a day in the life of a bird kid.

*next day*

Oh, hello Morning Sickness.

That was my first thought. Unfortunately, it was probably everybody else's first thought as the walls between our adjoining rooms were kinda thin. Actually, very thin. As were the walls separating the bathroom from out rooms.

I heard Nudge get up and come out of her and Angel's room and into ours.

"Max? Are you okay? Why were you sick again? Do you have some kind of bug?"

"Nudge, please just go back to bed, I'll be out in a minute. It's probably just a bug, yeah."

I lay on the floor again, wishing this would go away. I wondered how I would cope with this for nine months. I mean, the Morning Sickness probably didn't last the whole time, but there were bound to be plenty of other symptoms. Bleargh. I feel terrible.

It's all part of the Pregnancy Max. You have to deal with it. It's your fault you're in this mess in the first place.

That made me mad.

Excuse me? It is not all my fault? Did I want this to happen? NO! If you're going to blame anyone, blame Fang. And then I mentally flipped it off.

"Max?" It was Iggy.

"Yeah?"

"You okay? Can you come out?"

"Yeah, sure, just wait a minute." I heaved myself up and swilled some water round my moyth before opening the door. Iggy immediately dragged my over to his bed and sat me down. I noticed it was just us two in the room.

"Max, were you sick yesterday morning as well?"

"Uh, yes, why? I probably just have a stomach bug or something." I couldn't have Iggy finding out about my pregnancy. I didn't want to think what could happen. It could completely change things.

"Hmmnnn. I was just wondering." He sounded doubtful.

I got up from the bed and went into the other room to start getting the three younger kids ready.

"Come on, we're going! Get dressed; we can eat breakfast in the air."

And we were off again.