Warning! I'm a filler chapter! But I might be kinda funny I don't own Maximum Ride. The end.
As I was sitting in my general English class I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had a new text message. Can we do lunch? It was my mom. Cool. I never got to have lunch with her, because she was always so busy. We were both on campus and she probably wanted to see how my first couple of classes had gone. Sure. I'll meet you in your office. I replied, hitting send. Half an hour later I went into my mom's office to see her at her computer, inputting grades again. She looked a lot less stressed than the last time I had seen her here. "Hey, Mom. How's it going?" I asked, leaning against the door. "Hey! Give me two seconds and we can get out of here." She smiled, typing in a few last letters and hitting save.
"Any cravings?" My mom smirked, locking her office door behind her. "I'm not pregnant, Mom." I said, rolling my eyes. "Give it time. It's only been a week." She told me with a smile. I couldn't believe my mom actually wanted me to have a baby. But I guess if it's now or never she'd pick now. "How about B.J.'s? Pizza?" She offered. "Sounds good to me." I answered. We rode silently to the restaurant and seated ourselves near a large glass window. "How have your classes been so far?" Mom asked, sipping her Diet Coke. "So far, so good. I have my first paper due next week." I sighed. Maximum Ride, an eloquent writer? I think not. "You'll do great. You can always take it to the English lab and have them review it before you turn it in." She reminded me. I'd definitely have to do that, for the first one at the very least. "Thanks. I will."
We sat in silence for a moment, and I knew that could only mean one thing. Mom had something she wanted to talk to me about. "What is it, Mom?" I asked. She seemed reluctant to talk about whatever it was, meaning it probably wasn't good…but probably was important too. "Max, I think you should go see a doctor. An ob-gyn." She said quietly. "Why?" I asked, trying not to let anger seep into my voice. My mom knew how I felt about doctors. Why would she even suggest it? "Hear me out, Max. I have a friend, Allison McKinley. We went to undergrad together. I've known her for years. She's my doctor too. If Jeb and I can't manage the delivery on our own, she's who I would like to bring in to help. I trust her, and I think if you gave her a shot you would too. But before it comes to any of that I think we should go in, just to get checked out first and so you can meet her." My mom explained. "Why wouldn't you and Jeb be able to do it?" I asked suspiciously. To my surprise my mom laughed. "Honey, you have too much faith in me. I'm a vet, not a real doctor. And that…" She said, pointing inconspicuously down below "is not my area of expertise." She smirked. I couldn't help but laugh at her. I had the best mom ever. "Will you just give it a shot? If you get creeped out or feel uncomfortable I promise, you won't have to go back. But I think this is our best option for the baby, Max." She said. "I'm not pregnant yet!" I whisper screamed at her, feeling the need to remind her. "Just think about it!" She whisper yelled back, clearly mocking me. We both laughed and I agreed to think about it. In the mean time, pizza was up!