WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Okay!!! so, I finished reading Max like 2 days ago! It's awesome!!!!!! so the baby is here! Yay! Fax lovers will love this chapter! Enjoy!

Max POV

2 weeks later

This kid is amazing. He doesn't even cry! He might whimper a little bit when he's hungry or needs his diaper changed, but other than that he's perfect!

Fang changed his diaper for the first time last week.

Like I said, he's overdeveloped.

And just like Fang. [Get it? I hope you do...continue.]

Anyhoo, his favorite thing to eat is mushed peaches. His little teeth haven't grown in yet, but Mom says that he'll be mature just like we are. He is a little big for a 2 week old....

Nudge and Angel just eat him up. They are obsessed with Evan. Gazzy even loves him! Iggy can hold him and can see him in a blur, because of his dark hair and eyes, but the fact that Ella, Mom, Nudge and Angel got him all blue clothes, he can't see him fully.

His wings are the most amazing to me. They are just gorgeous. I've never seen more beautiful wings.

I can't wait until he spreads them and learns to fly.

I wonder if we should push him off a cliff like real birds do?

Angel gasped and looked at me, having heard my thoughts. "No! Max we are not pushing Evan off a cliff!" she was sitting on the blanket on the floor with Ella and Nudge playing with Evan.

They all looked at me with wide eyes.

"Guys, I was just kidding. There's no way I'm gonna push him off a cliff. What is the matter with you?"

I said.

They all relaxed and went back to Evan. At least the one quality he doesn't have of Fang's (yet) is the super silence, emo, I'll-show-you-nothing-on-the-inside attitude. His smile is contagious. Even to Fang.

He was laughing and shaking his legs. This is moment is perfect for a picture!

I got up and walked over to me and Fang's room to get the camera. His was sitting on the bed on his blog.

"Hey Fang, where's the camera?" I walked to the bed and sat down next to him.

"Right here. I'm putting pictures of Evan on the blog. When I told them you were pregnant they went insane." he said.

"I'm sure they did, those stalkers. Anyway Evan looked so cute living room playing with Ella, Nudge, and Angel and I wanted to take a pic."

"Alright, here," he took the camera off the usb cord attached to the computer and handed it to me.

"Thank you," I said and kissed him.

We really haven't had any alone time for nine freakin months! I missed making out with him.

I guess he did too, because he wrapped his hand around my head, tilting his, deepening the kiss.

By now, I've got my breathing under control and no longer get light headed. Which is a plus.

This is great I thought. We could just stay like this forever.

He broke away for a second to put the computer on the nightstand. Then his lips returned to mine.

I sat back on the bed and he came on of me. This is where my mind starts to get clouded.

I can't think of anything except him.

His lips moved to my neck, right under my ear.

Wait, wait, wait...I need to think of something but I can't. Darn it!

His hands are right on my hips, inching towards my shirt.

Good thing I closed the door, I thought.

Okay, think. You closed the door because you don't want anyone from the family to see...

His hands moved up my back, sending a chill down my spine.

The family is Mom, Ella, Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, Iggy,......Evan....

Evan! This is how Evan was made!

Okay okay I got it. We gotta stop. I don't feel like being weak and useless for nine months again.

I looked down and touched his face.

He looked up and raised his eyebrows signaling, "What?"

"We gotta stop," I whispered.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I don't really feel like being pregnant again, that soon."

He nodded in understanding.

Then he reached over and lifted up the mattress a little bit, and pulled something out.

He looked at me and smiled.

"I'll be right back." I could of sworn he almost ran out the door.

About, a minute later he came back.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Condom."

I laughed and then started kissing him again.

That answers that problem.