Daddy's Home Part 2

Chapter Eleven

Max's P.O.V

Fang and I were out of that house before anyone could say, "Vamoose."

"Okay, so, question…" Fang asked when we started walking.

"Kay, shoot."

"Where the fuck are we going?"

"I don't know… Your house?" I asked.

He reluctantly nodded.

"Look," I began, grabbing his hands and stopping him from walking. We stood facing each other in the middle of the street… Safe, huh? "I know you're mad at them. But I figure, that your mom is over it, we'll reinvite her, and then we can isolate ourselves to your room."

He considered it, then irritably said, "Fine."

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"How long to you expect we'll be at 'my house'?" Fang asked when we started walking again.

"Well, if you don't want me back on the streets, nearly killing myself, then I think you should try and get along with your parents so they'll let us stay. Well, you stay. I could figure something else out."

"No, Max. I don't want you on the streets again, but I don't want to be away from you either."

"Then we're fucked."

"Literally."

"Yup, literally fucked."

We got to his house a few minutes later.

"I havent been this scared since I went to see your dad to ask if I could marry you."

"I havent been this scared since I saw Stephanie coming at me with the knife held above her head."

"I havent been this scared since I saw you on that park bench coughing like the first time I ever smoked a cigarette."

"We could keep going with 'I havent been this scared since's ' or we could stop being chicken, and go inside."

He nodded, raised his hand to the door and knocked. Why he was knocking, I didn't know. It made no sense, but then again, it was Fang.

After a little bit, Mr. Martinez opened the door. He glared at us and stepped aside.

"Anna! Max and Nick are here!"

Well, he's pissed too. He called Fang, Nick.

Mrs. Martinez strode over.

"Can I help you guys?"

"Can we come in?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Because it's the middle of December and we're wearing t-shirts." I replied.

"Fine." she grunted, moving to the side so we could get in.

We sat on the couch, Fang and I on the couch itself, and Mrs. Martinez on a chair on the other side of the room.

I elbowed Fang in the stomach so he began, "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't me to be such an ass before and I'm sorry."

I realized he hadn't reinvited his mom yet so I balled my hand into a fist and wacked him in his "best friends". And if I do say so myself, I hit him pretty hard.

"Oww. What the hell, Max!" he grumbled, doubling over.

"Ooh! Did Fang just get kicked in the balls! Way to go, Max!" Iggy yelped from down the hall.

It took Fang a few seconds to get his breathing and posture back to normal.

"Fine, Mom… I would love it if you'd… come to the wedding."

A smile spread across Mrs. M's face and she nodded.

She got up off her chair and came over to hug us.

"We're really, really sorry, Mrs. Martinez." I apologized.

"Its fine."

Fang and I stood up.

"You don't have to stay out here, you can go into Fang's room." Mrs. Martinez said.

We nodded and headed off to Fang's room.

He shut the door behind him and plopped down on his bed.

"Was that really necessary?" Fang asked.

"Was what really necessary?"

"The low blow earlier."

"Yup. Completely necessary."

I pouted and rolled his eyes.

"Hmmm. If only there were a way I could make it up to you." I sang, crawling onto the bed next to him.

"If only." he laughed, rolling onto his side and wrapping one of his arms around my stomach.

He bent down and kissed me softly.

"Fang, we're getting married in a few months." I whispered against his lips.

"I know. That's kind of insane."

"Fang, I love you more than anything. And I really want to marry you. I hope you know that."

"Well, after that hit earlier, I dunno…"

I chuckled a little and kissed him again.

"Does it seem at all like all we do is kiss?" I asked.

"Are you complaining?"

"No, surely not. I'm just saying."

"Hmm. Maybe we could cut back a little… Um… Starting tomorrow."

Fang half smiled and leaned down to kiss me again.

I rolled over so I was sitting on his stomach.

"Kids! Dinner in twenty!" Mr. Martinez yelled.

"Anyway…" I whispered, leaning down again, pressing my mouth to his.

Every kiss got hungrier and hungrier.

At one point, I actually tried shifting a little and I fell slightly, onto my side. One of my legs curled with one of his and my hand rested on his left, inner thigh.

"Pretty close there, eh?" Fang remarked.

"No, this would be close." I giggled slightly, trailing my hand upward toward his, "boys". (That actually happens to be what my best friend calls "Them". Its funny to hear him say it.)

He let out a breath from his mouth, which sounded like more of a moan than a breath.

I smiled and crawled a bit higher which inevitably made my hold on him tighten.

My head was about three or four centimeters above his.

"Dinnertime!" a female voice yelled.

"Damn." Fang grumbled.

We were still in the same position.

"Hey, remember, we've got the whole rest of our lives together to be dirty."

"Right. Thank God for that."

"What are you only marrying me for Sex?" I asked sarcastically, even though I knew it wasn't true.

"Nah. That's just icing on the Max cake."

I smiled and kissed him again.

Gazzy's P.O.V

"Gabe, honey, can you go get Max and Fang. They're in Fang's room… Oh, and knock first. Don't just open the door. I've learned from experience to knock first."

I nodded and headed off to Fang's bedroom.

I knocked on his door and waited. While I did I heard a few things I'm not sure I wanted to… A giggle from Max. A really weird noise from Fang. The one that came from Fang sounded like a straining noise, or something… I didn't completely want to know why those noises were coming from inside Fang's room, but I figured Iggy would just tell me anyway.

"One second." Max said. It was very muffled, not just because the door was closed… Again, not sure I wanted to know.

"Oww, Max!" Fang exclaimed.

"Hehe. Sorry."

A few seconds later, I heard, "Oww, Max! Did it ever occur to you to move your hand before getting up so I don't end up in excruciating pain!"

"Nope. Just so happens I like my hand there." she giggled.

Okay, ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

The door opened a few minutes later.

"Dinner's ready." I grunted and left toward the kitchen.

Max's P.O.V

I opened the door for Gazzy, which I felt bad about after, because I'm sure he heard what Fang and I were saying, and was now probably scarred for life.

Gazzy walked away and I turned back to Fang.

"Seriously, Max. Move your hand next time."

"What if I don't want to?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I'm not saying you have to move it for no reason, just before you get up… It hurt."

"Aww. Poor, baby."

"Yeah, totally a poor baby…"

"Anyway, dinner… Will you carry me. My feet hurt."

"Well, my balls hurt, but you don't see me whining. And yes."

I laughed and jumped onto his back.

He piggybacked me out to the kitchen.

"Why is Fang giving Max a piggyback ride?" Nudge asked.

"Cause we all know how much Max likes to be on top." Iggy muttered.

"Ewwwwwwww!" Nudge groaned.

"That's fucked up, Ig." I said.

"Wait… How exactly would you know that?" Fang asked.

"Uhm… Well… Uh… I'll be right back…" Iggy stuttered, bolting out of the room.

"Iggy! Don't tell me you did! You didn't!" Fang yelped, pushing me (lightly) off his back and running after Iggy.

"Someone elaborate?" I asked.

"Well, last Christmas, Iggy got a few really tiny cameras from an old girlfriend… And-" Mrs. Martinez answered.

"And he probably set up a few in Fang's room." Mr. Martinez finished.

"So, what? He wanted his own free porno?" I asked, laughing a little.

"No, probably more like blackmail."

"How would Fang and his fiancée… Oh shit."

I ran off toward Fang's room. When I got in, I saw Fang pinning Iggy down to the floor.

"Hand over the damn disk!"

Apparently, Iggy had burned all the footage from the cameras onto a DVD. It was kinda gross, but in a funny way.

"How about I kick both of your heads off, then rip your balls off make you eat them!" I threatened, leaning up against the doorframe.

"Ewww. That would be kind of gross, Max. Plus if you ripped off Fang's, then you'd have nothing to play with." Iggy remarked.

"This time, let me take a crack at him!" I roared, lunging at Iggy.

I knocked Iggy in the side of the head, making him release a little silver disk and a little blood from his nose.

Fang caught the disk and laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"Iggy. He's such damn pervert. But the boy's got humor."

"Can you stop friggin talking about me like I'm not alive?" Iggy screamed.

"Cork it, Iggy!" I yelled, stomping down on his "boys".

"Owww! Damn! Now I know what you mean, Fang! Ouch!"

I smiled and strode out of the room while Iggy writhed in pain on the floor.

Ah, the wonders a woman can do.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED !

I Worked Hard !

I Loved This Chapp !