I woke up not long after falling asleep in Fang's lap. And I really had to pee! But Fangs damn grip kept getting tighter when I moved. Suddenly I got an idea.

"Fang honey I have to go to the bathroom,"I whispered not thinking it would really work. Really who would fall fo-

"Fine hurry up,"he mumbled releasing me from his grasp. Ok not what I expected. I went looking around for the bathroom. I found the pantry, the washer and dryer, and his room. I looked around noticing there were no pictures of family or friends. Did he not have any?

A white sheet of paper caught my eye. I went over and picked it up. It was someone's contact information. As I scanned the page I realized that these were papers for people who were adopted who wanted to meet their parents. Was Fang adopted?

"Max?"

"F-Fang! What are you doing up?"I hid the paper behind my back.

"Bathroom. What are you doing in-"he stopped."You found them didn't you?"

"You mean the adoption information?"he nodded."I-I'm so sorry! I didn't know I was looking of-"

"I don't care. It's not my problem. My mother gave me up and I have no real interest in contacting her. Its her loss,"he mumbled. He seemed so hurt, though he tried to hide it. I grabbed his hand.

"No, lets find her. I want to show her what she missed out on,"he looked at me with wide eyes.

"Fine,"he agreed after a moment.

Afterwards Fang and I took a short leave so we could track down his mother. As we read the file some interesting things popped up. It turned out that his mother lived about 2 hours away. So we took a road trip. She lived in a small town and had 3 kids and a husband. All the kids had black hair, but only Fang had black eyes. The others had blue or hazel.

"Are you nervous?"

"No."

"Then why are you holding my hand?"

"I am not!"

"Oh yeah?"I held up our hands. Sure enough they were locked to get her.

"W-Whatever,"he blushed looking away.

We stood there a second staring at the house. It was 2 story's high and had a little fence. The house itself looked older and the color was a light tan. There was a toy set in front of the house but the lawn was a nice luscious green.

"Ready?"a nod. We walked up to the house, and paused a second before knocking.

"Coming!"a yell was heard from inside the house. When she opened the door she froze. We looked at her. She was a mirror image of Fang. Shorter, yes, older, yes, but black hair and eyes.

"Yes may I help you?"

"?"

"Yes?"

"This is you son, Nick Martinez,"he froze, seeming to hold his breath. I held my breath too. Not knowing what to except.

"Nick?"he nodded and she hugged him crying. We had learned, through a long talk, that she could not support Fang so she gave him away. Then she said something that enraged me.

"I'll be expecting you to move near here so we can get to know each other,"I stood slapping her.

"How dare you! You have no right to expecting things from him! We need him more than you! You left him for 23 years and you expect everything to be forgiven?! Well tough shit sister! Let's go Fang,"I grabbed him pulling him out of the house. We stopped at the car. Our hands were locked and my back was to him.

"Your not really going to leave, are you?'he chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm content right were I am, thank you though,"I smiled almost crying.