Final Chapter

Hey guys! I've decided to end this drabble collection at 12 chapters! My schedule has become increasingly busy and having a consistent update written and ready to publish is somewhat impossible now. I have enjoyed going on this incredible, fluff filled journey with you all!

Gray Hair (I secretly love writing vain!Max)

The unthinkable had finally happened.

Max had a gray hair.

This shouldn't have come as a shock to the aging mother of three, but it did because sometimes you are so wrapped up in life that you forget yourself after a while.

The evil hair had been discovered after a long day of cover tournaments and college applications. Her oldest child, Ari (named after his godfather and Max's brother) had finally given in to his parent's demands and began to fill out college applications. His parents were more than relieved that their son was beginning to take an interest in his own future.

Then, the majority of her day was spent outside in noisy bleachers. Max's second oldest child, Fifi, was the captain of her soccer team and today was their big championship. Fifi's team won, a surprise to no one, and afterwards all the girls had decided to stay over at their captain's house for the night.

Ever eager to entertain the new guests, the youngest of the children, Valerie, wanted to bake victory cupcakes. No one could refuse Valerie's puppy eyes and Max's husband wound up getting roped into a three hour long baking adventure that ended in Max going to the grocery store to buy pre-made cupcakes from the bakery section.

Once all the kids were sent to bed, Max finally had time to catch her breath and relax. She was taking off her makeup with a wet wipe when she noticed a sliver of gray in the sea of blonde. She was caught in an internal struggle of whether to pull out the small hair or call Nudge and have her dye her entire head when her husband walked into the bathroom.

"Max," he said. "What are you doing?"

"I have a gray hair," she exclaimed with a pout. "Oh, this is terrible!"

Fang rolled his eyes. "Hon, you're fourty-five," he said. "It's just part of aging."

Max gasped. "You don't understand!" she said. "One gray hair turns into twenty, and then I get wrinkles and bags under my eyes; soon I'll be an old woman!"

Fang laughed and put his arms around her waist. "Everyone ages," he said. "And it's just one gray hair. When more come, they come and we'll deal with it. You're not even middle age yet; you've got nothing to worry about for a long time."

Max relaxed and the tension fell out of her shoulders. "You think?" she asked.

"I know."

No

"Daddy," Fang said. "Da-d-dy."

"No," Max said. "Mommy. Mo-m-my."

The two year old looked up at them with confusion while nibbling on a cookie. For the past hour, Max and Fang had been trying to coax Fifi to say her first word. The two year old had been absolutely mute since her birth, worrying her parents. Their first child, Ari, said his first word when he was eight months old and hasn't stopped talking since.

"Fifi," Fang said, catching the toddler's attention. "Say daddy! Da-d-dy!"

"No!" Max snapped. "Say mommy! Mo-m-my!"

Ari watched, puzzled, from the couch. He wondered what all the fuss with his sister was about. "Why are ya tryin' ta make her talk?" he asked while picking his nose.

"A baby's first word is very important," Max said, the picture of maternal grace. "Your first word was mommy and Fifi's will be too."

Fang scowled. "No," he said. "Ari's first word was daddy! Remember, we were mixing his formula and he said daddy!"

"No," Max argued. "I was cooking dinner for everyone and he said mommy!"

And so it when on like this for a while: each adult denying what the other said. In normal circumstances, the five year old Ari would have been alarmed, but he knew that the bickering was just his parents' odd way of showing love.

So, he made his way off the couch and next to Fifi at the dining room table. She had just finished her cookie and was reaching for a second one when Ari moved the plate out of her reach. "No," he reprimanded. "Too many cookies will spoil your dinner."

Fifi frowned at her brother and reached again for the cookies. The tips of her fingers were just about to brush the porcelain plate, but Ari moved it away once again. "No!" he said, this time more forceful.

Fifi's eyes filled with tears and her face turned beet red. She looked like a volcano about to explode. Her parents noticed this and stopped their fighting to address their daughter. "Fifi," Fang said cautiously. "I think it's time for an N-A-P."

Then, in the fragile silence of the room, one word rang out.

"NO!"

Max gasped as her daughter angrily spat the word out again and again.

"NO! NO! NO!"

Fang laughed and wiped tears from his eyes. "She said her first word," he said happily. He was about to turn and kiss Max but she was already hitting his shoulder.

"Her-" (hit) "-first-" (hit) "-word-" (hit) "-was-" (hit) "-supposed-" (hit) "-to be-" (hit) "-mommy!"

Happy Ending

Fang wasn't a sap.

He didn't want horse-drawn carriage rides and kisses against the backdrop of the sunset. He despised movies where the character got their ending via something-ex-machina.

That didn't mean he didn't want one for himself.

Despite his tough attitude, his heart yearned for a happily ever after. One that included him And Max and house to share and maybe a family.

He never actually thought he'd get it.

But here he was, about to forever connect himself to Max. They had finally decided against a big white wedding and settled for a private ceremony. Instead of a suit and tie, Fang was wearing a loose button-down shirt and khakis. Instead of a priest, they had Iggy (who was, surprisingly, certified). And instead of a chapel, they had the sand, the saltwater, and the sea.

The wedding march began to play (from Iggy's iPod) and Max peeked her head out from where she was waiting behind their car (because they didn't want to damn all tradition). There were only a few attendees; Nudge, Angel, Gazzy, Dr. Valencia, and Ella.

Max had eschewed a fancy white dress and sported a pale blue sundress instead. It had the pattern of feathers on it, which seemed odd and appropriate at the same time. She walked down the aisle with a bouquet of lilies in her hands. She and Nudge had bought them at the Target down the road a few hours before.

Iggy, in his signature fashion, began his speech with a quote from "The Princess Bride."

"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam… And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva… So tweasure your wuv."

Fang rolled his eyes and played along. "Skip to the end." He said, imitating Prince Humperdinck.

The ceremony was beautiful, with vows that brought tears to the eyes of everyone attending (bride and groom included) and jokes that made everyone laugh. Finally, Iggy reached the end of his speech and with grandeur, said: "And now, you may kiss the bride."

At last, Fang got his happy ending. But really, it was only the beginning.

*crying* Yes, I ended with a marriage drabble, don't judge me!

Even if you've just discovered my fanfiction or have been with me since November 10, 2014, I just want to say how much I love and appreciate every single one of you that has put up with my ridiculous update schedule and odd writing habits and grammatical errors.

Thank you for taking a chance on a little Asian author with minimal writing experience.

-cw