Chapter 11: Reunion

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. It's nothing worse than the prologue, but if you don't like that stuff, read with caution.

Disclaimer: I am not JP, I am a girl. This means I don't own Maximum Ride. I also don't own Pei-Wei or anything else that's copyrighted by someone that isn't me.


Max POV:

Meredith couldn't leave the hospital until that afternoon, so I decided to walk to Pei-Wei for lunch. Talk about the best lettuce wraps in the world.

Fang never responded to my calls about the sonogram, so I just assumed he didn't care anymore. After five days, I was quickly losing hope. Why was I so stupid? I had a wonderful boyfriend who supported and cared for me and our baby, but I had chased him off because I couldn't control my temper. Not for the first time recently, I decided that I was a horrible person.

I decided to just eat at the restaurant. I needed alone time, and Tyler cried a lot. As I sipped my soda and nibbled listlessly at my chicken, I remembered when Fang brought me Chinese take-out food that first night in Vegas. The night I got pregnant. My thoughts were overwhelmed with memory….


I handed the cashier the nightgown I was buying. She grinned at me, "A special treat for that cute hunk you got?" she asked winking.

I blushed and said, "Yeah. Just…you know…yeah," I said nervously. The woman laughed and went to grab something from a shelf.

"Believe me sweetie, I won't be passing judgment. Your secret is safe with me. Am I correct in guessing your parents don't know about this little escapade?"

"Nope," I said as she handed me a…thong. I felt my face turn even redder.

"Put that on too. That hot boy-toy you got won't know what the Hell hit him," I paid and thanked her, still blushing.

When I got upstairs, I immediately went into the bathroom to try on my new pajamas. I would need time to get used to them, which I guess was kind of silly since I was just planning to take it off anyway. I pulled on the thin black dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I almost chickened out.

The dress was tiny, barely touching the tops of my thighs. The top was strapless and showed quite a bit of the cleavage I wasn't actually aware I had. I pulled on the top, but that made the bottom reveal too much, and vice-versa. This was dumb. I should just sleep in my normal clothes and try this another time. Fang could wait.

You shouldn't be doing this with Fang at all. Oh goody. The Voice was back.

"I don't care what you say," I muttered.

Maximum! If you're sex-hungry, do it with Dylan. He is your soul-mate, your perfect other half. It will work better with him.

I felt my face heat up and I protested, No! I don't just want sex, I want Fang. Why am I even having this conversation with you? Rather than continuing the Talk with the Voice, I walked out laid on our double bed. I flipped through the TV stations as I waited, finally stopping on some show where doctors have sex all the time.

A while later, Fang finally came in, "Baby, I've got dinner. It's Chinese," Then he looked at me and froze, his eyes raking my body and his mouth hanging open slightly. He was totally transfixed, and I remembered what the cashier lady said. She was right.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked while trying not to laugh. Fang face turned red from his neck to his ears and he dropped his eyes to the floor. "It's okay. I thought you could use some eye candy." I laughed out loud. Fang looked so confused! I grabbed his arms and pulled him next to me on the bed.

I grabbed some sweet-and-sour chicken and said, "Yay, food. I'm sorry Fang, but I think that's really my true love. Food," I noticed Fang slide under the covers and pull them up to his stomach. I knew he was trying to hide what he had going on down there, if you know what I mean. Just to tease, I moaned happily and rested my head on his shoulder. I heard his heartbeat go funny.

"You're the best," I said, kissing his jaw. I thought he might have a heart attack.

"Tell me something I don't know," he said distractedly. I lightly punched his arm. "What are we watching?"

I shrugged and felt his eyes on my chest, "I'm not really sure. I think it might be Grey's Anatomy?"

He nodded and turned away from me. It took us about ten minutes to eat all of the food, then Fang went to change. I resisted the urge to peek at his crown jewels. As soon as he closed the door to the bathroom, I had to resist the urge to burst into hysterical giggles. This was so fun, but so weird. I again doubted if I was ready for this, and I again steeled myself. I wanted this.

When Fang got back, I had cleared off all of the trash from dinner and changed the channel to watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Fang came out and got back under the covers. I told him about the movie we were watching, but he wasn't listening. I noticed his eyes firmly locked on my boobs. Feeling a flash of irritation, I grabbed his chin and jerked it up, "My eyes are up here Fang," I said with a glare.

"S-sorry," Fang stammered, blushing.

We both turned to watch the movie. I snuggled close and rested my hand on his mid-thigh. I slowly rubbed circles on his leg and heard his breathing speed up. I started feeling warm around the middle of the movie, so I kicked the covers down to my ankles. I was getting tired, so I yawned and gave a huge stretch.

I heard Fang groan and suddenly his lips were crushed against mine, his tongue stroking my mouth. I gasped and pulled back, surprised. Fang just moved his lips down to hungrily kiss my neck. I moaned and pushed on his chest, "Whoa, slow down," I wanted this, but I needed to take it slow.

Fang's eyes locked with mine, "I can't. I'll sleep on the couch, but I can't lay next to you wearing that and control myself," I vaguely wondered what would have happened if I had picked a more revealing outfit.

"Fang…I just don't know. Mom will kill us," That had just occurred to me. Mom would definitely not be pleased about our current activities.

"She won't know," Fang murmured sexily. His hands were now under my dress and thoroughly feeling me up. "Please?" he whispered after gently biting my neck, "Please?" His tongue ran the length of my lower jaw. It felt so good.

"Fine," I had gotten myself into this. Now I had to follow through. Besides, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? (Of course, I didn't find out until later that that isn't necessarily true.)

Fang grinned and pulled my dress off before I pulled his lips back to mine. I yanked off his shirt and rolled on top of him, my hands running over his amazing abs. "I love you," he moaned as our underwear came off. I decided I would just show him instead of saying it back.


I finished eating, now in an even worse mood than before. I walked back to the hospital to meet Meredith, who boycotted the wheelchair and carried the (thankfully) sleeping Tyler to the train station.

About halfway back, Meredith's newborn woke up. He started cooing and reaching out with his itty-bitty fingers. He wasn't able to actually grab anything yet, but that didn't stop Meredith and me from playing with his tiny hands. You had to admit, Tyler was pretty cute. I again wished Fang was here.

Meredith saw my mopey look. "Girl, get over him! If Fang won't accept your most heartfelt apology, he isn't worth it. Look at me! My boyfriend ditched me immediately and I'm just fine."

I just shrugged and turned away. I didn't want to get over him. I wanted him back. We were silent for the rest of the ride.


"Promise you won't get all depressed on me?" Meredith asked as we turned to walk into our separate apartments. We had walked around town and let Tyler get a look at his home before heading back home. It was now about five thirty.

"I won't," I said, even though I wasn't one-hundred percent sure I could promise that. Meredith crooned baby talk to Tyler as she went through her door. I put my hand on my stomach and whispered, "What do you think baby? Don't you want a daddy?" I felt a slight tap against my hand. "I'll take that as a yes," Now if only I could do something about it.

I opened the door and was greeted with…the smell of lasagna. WTH? I walked into the kitchen and froze. He turned to look at me. "Max! There you are," I couldn't speak. My tongue had turned to lead and my throat had closed up. "Look, I know you're mad, but…," he didn't get any further, because I threw myself on him.

My lips mashed against his and my fingers twisted into his hair. He laughed and pulled back, "Whoa, baby. I missed you too," His black eyes were sparkling.

"Shut up!" I yelled. Fang looked at me in surprise, "You have no idea! I didn't know where you were and Meredith said you wouldn't come back so I panicked and thought that I would have to raise the kid on my own and you wouldn't answer my calls so-" I was cut off by his lips on mine.

"You sound like Nudge," he murmured when we pulled apart. I blushed and felt my eyes fill with tears. "Oh, come here," Fang pulled me into a warm hug, his muscular arms making feel safe and at home.

I sobbed softly into his shoulder, "I missed you so much. You have no freaking idea."

"I know. So, I made lasagna for dinner. I don't think it'll be as good as Iggy's, but still. It still needs about half an hour to cook though," I grinned.

"Well, since we have all that extra time…," I took a step closer and undid his top button on his shirt, "You know, since you've been gone, we haven't even kissed once in five whole days. And its been weeks since our last real make-out session, so I was thinking-," I didn't get any farther. Fang picked me up and kissed me hungrily, his eyes glowing with excitement. Then he carried me into our room.

We collapsed onto our bed the wrong way with our feet on the pillows, but neither of us cared. My hands found his hair again, but Fang pulled back and kissed down to my swelling stomach, his hands sliding our shoes off as he did so. Then he moved back to my mouth, using his tongue to pry my lips apart.

I moaned softly and unbuttoned the rest his shirt, sliding it off his tan, muscular shoulders. My hands thoroughly enjoyed playing on his eight-pack. How did he get an eight-pack? We hadn't done any physical fighting lately. Maybe it was genetic. If so, I actually have something to thank the whitecoats for.

Suddenly Fang yanked my tank top off over my head. Then his hands found the hem of my sweatpants and dragged them down too. I stiffened. "Fang, baby, no. I don't want to go that far right now."

"Why not? I missed you," he groaned, kissing my neck. Now, I'm not going to lie. I wanted to. Being pregnant makes your hormones crazier than normal, so I was really turned on right now, but we didn't need twins. "Come on, I'll make it quick. We'll be done before the lasagna is ready."

I pushed him back. He gave me a confused look. "We don't need anymore kids. I'm not having sex with you tonight," Fang pouted, and I bit his protruding lower lip. "I didn't say I don't want to get intimate and maybe a little dirty, but our underwear stays on. Got it?"

Fang raised one eyebrow, "Our underwear?" As a response, I undid his belt buckle and slid his jeans off. Our lips reconnected and our tongues fought for entrance into each other's mouths. I'll spare you further details, but there was quite a bit of inappropriate touching and lip-biting going on. It was great.


"So that's what's up with the Flock," Fang finished. We were curled up in bed (clothed) after eating. We had ended up making out so long that Fang went to take dinner out of the oven, then we forgot about it and it got cold. If my stomach hadn't rumbled embarrassingly while Fang was licking my chest, we probably never would have stopped to eat. Of course, as soon as Fang told me he had brought me back some of Mom's chocolate-chip cookies, I practically started taking his clothes off again anyway.

Now we were laying chastely in bed together and had just finished sharing what we had done during our separation. I wasn't actually too surprised that Fang had stayed with the Flock. That's where I would have gone. "I'm just glad you came back so we could get in one really good make-out session before my stomach gets to be the size of a beach ball."

"And you'll still be beautiful when it is," Fang assured me.

"You're so sweet," I pecked his cheek. He pressed his face into my neck. "I'm so sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it. Dylan could never have replaced you."

Fang looked at me, "I'm sorry too. I'll try to be better-"

"No! I forbid you to apologize. You're the perfect boyfriend. I love you."

I said it so matter-of-fact, he almost laughed. Then Fang's eyes darkened, "Well, I'm extremely sorry I hit you. That's been haunting me."

I changed the subject, "So, Meredith's doing great."

"You'll have to take me over to meet Tyler tomorrow," Fang suggested. I agreed, then felt a sharp jab in my abdomen. I gasped. "What?" asked Fang, concerned.

I grabbed his hand and put it over the area where I felt it. A few seconds later, the baby kicked again. A huge, wondrous grin spread across my boyfriend's face as he felt our daughter move. "Wow," he whispered.

"I know."

Fang moved his hand and turned to look at me, "So what do you want to call her?"

I froze. I hadn't actually thought too excessively about baby names, what with everything that had been going on. "Uh, I don't know. Max junior?" Fang gave me an exasperated look.

"Come on sweetie, I'm serious. We don't want to be like those parents on that commercial where the son is about to graduate and they still haven't named him."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay. I don't know…Alicia? Marie? No…," Those didn't seem right.

"Sydney?" Fang suggested. I shook my head. "Natalie? Taylor?"

"Nope," Nothing just seemed right. I knew the right name would just be an oh, that's perfect epiphany kind of thing.

A few names later, Fang provided that moment. "Alexis?" She kicked.

I looked at him. "I think she likes it," I looked at my slightly protruding stomach. "What do you think baby? Do you like Alexis?" She kicked under my hand again. "Alexis it is."

Fang grinned. "We can call her Lexi for short," I noticed a glowing excitement in his eyes that I had never seen before. I realized that Fang really did want this kid. He noticed my stare, "What?"

"You're really excited about this, aren't you?" Fang nodded, turning pink.

"Yeah. Before you got the ultrasound, I was really, really hoping it would be a girl. I don't know why. Just…the idea of a daughter was so appealing to me. I guess I got my wish," he kissed my stomach.

"You're going to be a great dad," I told him.

"You think so?"

"I know so," I kissed him softly, but he tried to make it something more, his fingers sliding under my shirt.

I made a noise like a buzzer and pushed him off. "No more for you tonight. You've had enough."

He smirked, "It won't be enough until I'm back inside these faded sweatpants," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes, "Good night Fang," I turned off the lamp and Fang chuckled quietly, pulling me closer to him. I snuggled against his chest, feeling whole again at last.


Yay! They're back together. And I wrote a long, Faxy chapter just to celebrate.

I almost didn't think I would finish that. I had this huge English paper to write plus tons of History homework and a band competition. Then our band took a field trip to the water park this morning. Yay! It was really fun. I had Dippin' Dots. :D

Sorry to all of the people who wanted to suggest baby names, but I had already picked out their daughter's name before I even started writing the story. Maybe if they have more kids later...

So? I gave you a long chapter full of Faxness and got our favorite couple back together. I think that deserves some reviews, don't you?