Daddy's Home Part 2
Chapter Nine
Max's P.O.V
"Wow." Fang whispered.
I exhaled and nodded.
He and I were still in my bed. He was lying on his back, with his left arm around my shoulders. I was lying with my left hand on his chest, and my head on his chest next to my hand.
"Wow is right."
"Now I understand the saying, 'Night to remember'."
"Ditto."
I leaned up and kissed him softly.
"Your dad is probably going to be home soon."
I nodded, wrapped myself in the sheets from my bed and walked over to my closet.
I pulled out a white lace bra and put it on, then some white underwear, and a pair of black pajama pants with red graffiti hearts, and a tight black t-shirt.
I dropped the sheets and went back next to Fang.
He had put his jeans back on and was about to put his shirt on when I stopped him.
"You don't have to do that." I giggled.
We laid back the same way we were before.
He kissed me again, and somehow I ended up on top of him again.
I opened my eyes slightly, and looked out my bedroom window. My room overlooked the front yard so I could see if my dad was home or if someone was trying to rob us blind. A little Max Ride humor there.
"My dad's home." I whispered as I saw my dad's black Volvo pull into the drive.
His car doors opened and two little kids jumped out, my dad behind them.
"He's got Angel and Ari with him too."
"Should we…?" Fang asked between kisses.
"Nah. If my dad comes up here, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"Fine by me." he laughed, kissing me.
We kept kissing for around ten more minutes before I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
I sighed, pried my face away from Fang's and got up.
I opened the door to see my dad.
His blonde hair was parted in the middle, with slight bangs on his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes looked like two coals in the darkened light of the hallway.
"Yes, Dad?" I asked.
"We're home."
"Living proof."
"Well, someone's a little testy."
He glanced around me to Fang sitting up against the wall, shirtless with his bottom half covered by the blankets.
"And now I see why." Dad muttered to himself.
Fang did the little two finger wave in my dad's direction.
"Well, I'll go downstairs. Its about eight. You guys can come down for dinner in about ten minutes. And I will be back up here if you don't."
He winked and strode away.
I rolled my eyes, closed the door and climbed back into the bed with Fang.
"Wow. Why is everyone so freaking bratty today!" I asked Fang.
"Dunno. But its getting annoying. First my mom, then my dad, then your dad! People need to take a chill pill."
"Well, I know what's up with my dad. But your parents are still a mystery."
"Your dad? Huh?"
"Yeah. He knows," Fang's head tilted in confusion, so I elaborated. "He knows. He knows…"
Yes, I do realize that I just said "He knows" three times in a row, thanks.
"Like he knows that we…?"
I nodded.
"How?"
Cause he's just good like that.
"I dunno. He just does. I could tell in his eyes that he knew. I'll talk to him about it later."
Fang nodded and picked his t-shirt off the floor.
He threw it on and stood up.
"Max, all that matters is that we're happy. We decide what we do and how we live our lives."
"I dunno, Fang. It's the whole, 'our kids are minors and are getting married' thing is probably the reason behind the bitchiness."
He nodded, slid his arms around my waist and kissed me.
I bent backwards so I was leaning half way off my bed with him sort of on top of me.
"Max! Dinner!" I heard my dad yell.
"We should…" I started to whisper, but was cut off by another kiss from Fang.
I crawled backward so I was completely on the bed, as was Fang.
We were in the same position, except we were both lying completely on the bed instead of half way.
"Hmmm."
Fang's breath caught in his throat but came as more of a lowish moan.
I heard a bunch of loud bangs on my door and a booming voice scream, "Max! Pry your face away from Fang's and get your ass down here for dinner!"
I rolled my eyes and got up.
"Cant they just leave us to make out in peace!" Fang yell-whispered sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes in the direction of the door and got up.
"Dad, can I speak with you. NOW!" I said through gritted teeth.
His jaw clenched and he nodded.
"Fang, I'll be right back. Be ready to go when I get back up here."
He nodded and crawled off my bed.
Dad and I made it out to the front of the house into the driveway.
"How can I help you, Max?" he asked formally.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, trying not to scream.
"You're too young." was all he answered.
I wanted to bust out in laughter, but I refrained.
"Too young? Dad, I'm seventeen! I am getting married in a few months! Believe it or not, I'm not a child anymore! I have raised myself for ten years. I have been tying my own shoes since I was four, and making my own decisions since I could crawl! And if I'm not mistaking, that means I can choose what I do, and who I do it with!"
"Not in my house. Not under my roof."
"Well, news flash bucko, I don't need a damn roof over my head! I'm fine with being without one. I've lived on the streets before. I can sure as hell do it again."
"Then go, Max! See what I (censored) care!"
"Hah. Just think about it. You just got me back. Now you'll feel the other end. You'll know what its like to watch someone walk out on you. Watch someone desert you. Watch someone you cared about leave and not come back."
"Max, I dealt without you for ten years. I can go another week."
"Well, you're going to have to wait a little bit longer than that. I'm not coming back. OH, and while I'm at it why don't you just not even come to the wedding!"
And with that I turned away from him, and went back inside.
"Whats going on?" Angel asked.
I ignored her, and went upstairs.
"What just happened?" Fang asked frantically.
"I had a total Fang moment." I laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"I uninvited my dad to the wedding."
"Hmm. Now I feel accomplished."
"Eloping is sounding better and better." I whispered.
I Hope You Enjoyed.
Sorry It Took So Damn Long !
