.Max POV

All five of us (Me, Fang, Evan and the twins,) were laying in our super huge bed watching this movie called Herbie. Evan was intensely interested in it. We were just having a peaceful afternoon, the windows open to let in a smooth breeze. It was little hot outside. Evan and Fang were shirtless :) the twins had on onesies, and I had on a beater and cotton short shorts. Other than the movie and the twins baby noises, everyone was quiet. For like, the first time in months. So I was taking advantage of it. Fang got up to use the bathroom, and everything pretty much went downhill from there. Right before a race was about to start in the movie, I heard him yell,

"MAX!!!" My first thought was, "Oh my God what is it now?!" which of course he heard, and replied,

"Just come here!!!"

OK, so I got up from my peaceful spot on my peaceful bed from watching a peaceful movie to going to the bathroom to check on a hectic Fang.

"What is it?" I said with my hand on my hip.

"Look!" He grabbed a little piece of hair that was in his face and brought his head down to my level (A.K.A. Normal bird kid level). I didn't see what he was talking about, so I go,

"What?"

"You don't see that?!"

"See what?"

"It's GRAY!!!"

I looked closer at this super tiny strand of hair and noticed it was a different color than the rest of his hair, but it was probably just the light and he was making a big deal out of it.

"It's probably just the light."

"NO. It's gray. I know my own hair."

"Since you take such good care of it....." I say sarcastically and he glares at me.

"Fine. If you think it's gray-" he grimaced "-just cut it out."

His mouth blanched and he stared at me for about a good five minutes.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah....."

"No."

"Fang, why is it such a big deal to cut one strand of hair?"

"I can't break the perfection." I busted out laughing then stopped because of a look from him.

"You haven't cut your hair since we left New York."

"That's because I like the natural look." He threw his hair back like the Prince from the movie Shrek.

OK, let me explain Fang's hair a little bit to you guys out there. Yes, it's long, maybe chin length. He has this fabulous bang that's swept to the side covering his left eye. He has plenty of split ends but they make the style look a lot cooler. It's jet black. Period. There's no streaks or anything it's just black. Except for the supposed gray hair. It's not straight, more messy, you know that look we like ladies. Like he just rolled out of bed.

"Well, maybe no one will notice it." I tell him.

"Sure they won't,"

I leave out while he's still in the bathroom looking for ways to hide his first gray hair.

(AwEsOmE InViSiBlE LiNe)

Later on at dinner, while we were all smashing our tacos, Gazzy suddenly looked up and blurted,

"Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"You have a gray hair."

Fang turned and looked at me, sitting next to him, and glared. I gave an innocent smile. He sighed.

"It's the light," I said for him.

"No, no. That looks gray to me." Iggy said.

"Hey, Fang you do have a gray hair! It's right in the middle of your face too! That's so awesome! You have like gray streaks now!" Nudge said.

Fang lowered his head into his hands. I rubbed his back in apology and pity.

"I thought gray hairs meant you were getting old?" Ella said a little too loud. Fang's head snapped up quick and he death glared at ELLA.

"I am NOT getting OLD." He growled.

Her eyes widened and she lowered her head murmuring, "Sorry...."

"Don't look at her like that." Iggy said. "You are getting old. You have three kids and a fiancée."

"I'M NOT GETTING OLD!"

Silence.....

More silence.....

And more silence......

Fang got up, put his plate in the sink and went to the living room. Evan tapped my arm.

"What wrong wit Daddy?"

"I don't know Evan. Hold on. I'll be right back."

I got up and followed Fang to the living room where he was mindlessly flipping through channels, obviously not watching any of them. I sat down beside him.

"So......"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"This is me, you're talking to here. Your soon-to-be wife. You have to talk to me."

There was silence for a few seconds...more like hours, but then he said,

"Fine. Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Does it matter?"

I completely agreed with that. But it turned out we were only going to his favorite spot. The roof.

"OK. Spill." I said.

"I'm scared of dying."

That took me off guard. I thought he was gonna say something like his hair means everything to him. Even more than ME. That even a single gray hair would ruin everything he's worked for. But this was the opposite.

"So it's like, gray hair means you're getting old and getting old means you get closer and closer to dying and that's what I'm afraid of."

"Why?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Just.....I guess from seeing all those other experiments before die so quick, even though they never had a chance....just to know that once I die or expire or whatever that I'll be just like them."

"But we're the ones who survived the longest. I mean, the others.... they weren't intelligently mixed. I mean who would mix a tiger with a baby? That CAN'T last long. But something long living, and smart and caring and as the bird, mixed with a baby, could survive a little longer."

He turned at smiled that small smile that sets my insides on fire. All I could do was return it. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. This actually turned into a make out session. His hands were in my hair, my hands squeezing the back of his black shirt. He pushed us down so he was on top of me. His lips moved to my neck, then to my weak spot that he discovered. Right under my ear at the top of my jawline. I moaned a little and he chuckled but didn't stop kissing me. I turned my head and started kissing his neck. I sucked a little on the dip in his neck, his weak spot, getting a groan from him. I felt something push up against my leg and I knew Fang was getting THERE. I pulled back and he looked kind of upset that I did.

"On the roof?" I whispered. He pouted and gave a silent nod.

"Fang."

"Please?"

My eyes bugged out of my head. Fang. Begging. This really didn't register.

"No! We got things to do. Like the twins....?"

"Everybody's downstairs. I haven't had alone with you in FOREVER." He whined being over dramatic.

"Fang. We had alone time in the tree when you proposed to me like, days ago."

He lifted his eyebrows like he was saying "That IS forever."

"Nope nope nope. Let's go. We're missing the movie."

I started to get up but he pulled my arm and I fell back down.

"I don't wanna watch the movie."

"I do."

"No you don't." True. I thought of something and an evil grin spread across my face.

"You're right. I don't. But I don't wanna stay up here and make out with an old guy either." I spread my wings and jumped off the roof.

"That's not funny!" I heard Fang yell back at me.

I walked through the front door and saw that Ev was rubbing the twins' tummies. I hopped up with them and saw Fang come in only to grab a towel and wash cloth then go to take a shower. I thought I could torture him a little bit more, so I grabbed a towel too and walk up to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Yeah?"

"Let me in,"

"I'm bout to take a shower,"

"Me too," I giggled a little at the end.

Of course he opened the door and looked at me with narrowed eyes, and both arms blocking the entrance. He stared at me a good minute, then let me in. OK, I admit when his shirt came off I stared a little, those abs....but I pulled myself together. I think he stared at me the whole time I undressed. He turned on the water and we stepped in. The shower was over head, which was great. I kept telling myself don't look down, don't look down, don't look down....

But just to my luck, I dropped my washcloth. Way to go, Max. I sighed and bent down slowly looking at the wall. Looking up would have me get water in my eyes. I heard Fang hold his breath.

Fang POV

This. SUCKS. You have no idea how terrible this is. I should have never opened the door. I tried not to look down...too much temptation there. And Max was trying not to either. But she dropped her washcloth. Oh boy....

She sighed and slowly SLOWLY slid down to pick it up. I held my breath. Some of you are wondering why. Well this is because I'm kinda standing at attention right now (if you know what I mean) and her head is like right right there.

After she picked up the washcloth she began to stand up and it HIT HER HEAD. :O

Haha just kidding. But this shower is quite close and those pink lips are like, a hands length away....

OK I need to stop thinking like this before my boner starts to hurt. You know what? This isn't fair. I came here to cool off. Then she comes in here with me and makes it worse. Why does the world hate me? She stood up and looked me right in the eyes.

Control Level Before This: IIII

Control Level Now: I

When my control level is this low, I don't really control my own actions. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed those perfect lips. She laughed but I saw nothing funny. I went straight to her weak spot and heard her moan, her legs came around my waist and I pushed up.....