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Fang's POV

I walked Max out of the garden/cemetery with an arm tightly wrapped around her shoulder. She was quiet, which I inwardly freaked out about. I mean, this is Max. She always has something sarcastic, or snarky, or meaningful to say. It's rare that she stays quiet unless it's to stay alive or whatever. So obviously, I'm going to flip the fuck out if Max is quiet, just like I did when I found out that Barney slept with over 200 women. I mean, 200 women. How is Barney not dead?

I'm getting side tracked. So anyways, I walked Max to the "living room", and we sat there, not speaking. Minutes passed, and I couldn't stand the silence anymore, which is saying something considering I'm known to be the quiet one in the flock.

"You alright?" I murmured, scooching closer to Max. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah. I just-" her breath caught. I waited patiently. "I miss him," she finished.

I felt that horrible feeling in my chest. It's hard to describe. It was immense guilt, followed by some pleasure and relief, for which I felt even more guilty over. It was a pain in my chest, and it pulled on my conscience and heart. Yes, I admitted I have a heart.

I didn't respond, but leaned over to kiss her, my lips gently undoing the stress and worry piled up in Max. She kissed back with equal fervor, her hands coming up to ensnare in my hair, and mine cupped her face. It was a tender kiss, but left us both breathless. We eventually stopped for air, and I leaned my forehead on hers, our breaths mingling. Out of nowhere, she groaned, and moved away, clutching her abdomen.

Panic rose up within me. "Max?! What's wrong?!" I tried to stay calm, I really did, but I ended up screaming it.

There must have been fear and sheer panic written all over over my face, because she looked up at me and laughed. The terror ebbed for a second, as I let my heart slow down a bit.

"I'm alright, Fang, really," she said once she'd stopped laughing. She smiled fondly at her belly and put a hand on it. "She just kicked a little too hard, that's all,".

My heart caught in my throat. "You-" my voice came out raspy. I tried again. "You know it's a girl?" my voice was hardly a whisper. She smiled sheepishly.

"Well, no, not conclusively, but…I think so. Besides, only girls have enough balls to risk kicking me so hard,". She grinned.

I mock frowned. "Wait, if it's a girl, how would she have balls…?".

Max swatted my arm, as I jumped away laughing into my hand. She grumbled, realizing she couldn't get up on her own, and extended a hand towards me looking down. "Not a word, Fang," she ground out as I helped her up. My shoulders shook from the effort of not laughing.

"Not funny, Fang, you have no ide-" I cut her off by swiftly bringing her face to mine and kissing her soundly. We were cut off within 30 seconds when we heard:

"ARGHH, MY EYES, THEY BURN, THEY'RE MAKING OUT! RUN FOR IT, GUYS!"

I sighed, recognizing Gazzy's voice and giggles from Nudge and Angel, and Iggy asking which way to run. I wonder if this is what having kids is like…