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I got out of the hospital a week after my surgery. That week was probably the hardest week of my life, aside from the one after Fang left us. I knew I needed to hide my pain from him, because his sympathy just made me feel worse. I also knew that he saw right through my act. However, I was able to break down and cry when visiting hours were over. Although Fang would push his limits as much as possible and sneak those extra few minutes in until the doctors pushed him out. The first night he was permitted to stay in my room, but after that I would worry about him sneaking through the window in the middle of the night.

But one week later I was sitting on the sofa in my apartment looking at an uneaten bowl of ice cream in my lap. Fang sat down next to me, and looked between me and the spoon I was playing with in my hands. "Please eat something." He pleaded.

I still sat there looking at the ice cream.

"Max, it's strawberry, and it is thirty-six degrees, your favorite temperature to eat ice cream at." He said. "Strawberry is your favorite flavor, right?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Do you still love me Fang?" I asked.

Fang kind of just sat there blinking for a couple seconds, so I went on.

"I understand if you don't. I mean, I told you I was pregnant, then it was king of just this one big 'Sike!' and there's the whole thing about me not being a virgin when we saw each other again, and I totally understand if you hate me now. Don't let me hold you back. You can move out, and…and…" I was starting to cry.

Fang wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Max, honey, stop. Stop." He said, turning my head so I could look at him. He held my face in his large hands for a few moments. "Just stop. You are being ridiculous. Of course I still love you. I will never stop loving you, and even when I am mad at you I will still love you."

"Really? So you're not upset at all?" I asked, totally disbelieving.

"Of course I am upset. I'm actually pissed, because this had to happen to us. We have already been through so much; I can't stand anymore drama. But I have room to be more upset."

"Good." I said, taking my ice cream bowl, standing up, and laughing at his amused expression. Without warning, I flipped the bowl upside-down on Fang's head, dumping out all seven scoops, and quickly stepped back.

Fang wiped the frosty dessert out of his eyes, swearing under his breath. "Brain freeze, dammit!" he looked at me with an expression that me stepping back quickly. "It is so on." He said, before lunging at me and grabbing me around my waist and throwing me over his shoulder. He carried me over to the sink and put me in, pinning me down as he used the hose to squirt me with freezing cold water.

I jumped out and found the small jar on the counter containing the gummy bears, and threw all of them at him. He opened the fridge and took out the ketchup bottle. "You wouldn't." I dared.

"Oh yes, and I am." He said, flipping the bird at me before squirting most of the bottle at me. I grabbed the chocolate syrup off the counter and did the same to him. He took out a jar of soy sauce I got from the Chinese place and dumped it on my head. I ran to the bathroom to get his shaving cream when he went in the other door and got me with a whole bag of peanuts. I got him back by throwing a jar of bath seltzers at him, and finally I grabbed the shower hose and aimed it at him. But the floor got so slippery; I ended up flopping over onto my back, Fang falling right on my back.

I had been laughing so hard the whole time, my already sore stomach muscles ached. I lay there, trying to get a breath, while he did the same while burying his face in my hair. We laid there for a while, but eventually he started to kiss my neck.

I bolted up, making Fang topple over. He sat up, propping his elbows up on his knees and running his hands through his hair. "You don't want to have sex." He stated. He didn't ask; he just knew what I was thinking.

I knelt beside him. "No, baby, it's not that. It's just…I think we should wait." I told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "A month, at least, just so I can get the pill from my mom and get on it."

"Max, I talked to the doctors while you were asleep one day." Fang confessed. "They said that maybe they can run some tests, tell us when it would be best to…well, they said when you are most fertile." He said.

"Oh." I said, looking down. "You know Fang, maybe I don't want to try again."

Fang nodded and swallowed. "I understand. But why not? Are you scared that this will happen again?"

"I don't know."

"Max, it's like flying. If you fall you just jump back into the air and try again."

I nodded, knowing he was right.

"And if you are really that reluctant, we can always adopt."

I nodded again, even though I realized that one crucial piece was missing. I wanted to spend my life with him, and he was ready to do the same with me. So why hadn't he asked me to marry him yet?

Okay, short, I know. But this chapter was difficult to write, I don't know why. Okay, so you know what I'm going to say, REVIEW…please. It's that little button right underneath of here.