Time Stamp: Allison is 4 and a half months pregnant.
Alarms blared in the background, people screaming from around Hiddenville bank as workers ran out, screaming about a 'robber' .
Obsidian Blaze - Max - ran down the street, regretting having the van parked so far away.
"Stop! I'm the protector of Hiddenville and I caught you red handed!" A voice yelled loudly. A female voice. In Hiddenville.
Phoebe. With this in mind, he ran faster, but soon found himself being thrown into the side of a building. Damn it. Why did the two of them have to have telekinesis? He moved to get up, but it was too late, Phoebe was already standing above him.
"Obsidian Blaze! You're going to jail!" She lifted him up, an irritated look on her face. "But first..., I'm seeing who you are!" Phoebe pulled off his mask and gasped, seeing Max, a medium sized cut on the side of his head dripping blood. "I knew it was you! You lied to me!"
"Get off of me, Phoebe!" He grumbled, snatching away his arm as he pulled his mask back from her, putting it back on. "You need to let me go."
"Max, you know I can't." Phoebe looked down, grabbing his arm again.
"Don't call me that in public." He hissed, pulling his arm away again. "Listen, Phoebe. Think of this as my first freebie, alright?"
Phoebe felt herself giving up and eventually let out an aggravated groan, backing up away from him. "This is the only free shot you get! Be more careful next time, Max!"
He felt himself smile, walking towards Phoebe. "It's gonna look bad if you go back with nothing on you." Max put his hand to his open wound, wiping the blood on her suit.
"That's disgusting." Phoebe whined, stomping her foot.
"Deal with it!" He hissed. He lifted her into the air, a frown on his face. "Sorry, Pheebs, but I have to do this." And with that, he threw her into the side of the building. "The Hero League will think you fought back!"
Phoebe groaned, holding her side in pain, nothing was broken, but she sure would have a bruise. "Just get out of here!" She muttered, standing up.
"I owe you one!" He gave one final glance to his sister. "I love you, Pheebs. Get home safe." She nodded, turning around and walking off. Max ran down the empty alley, stopping as he reached the van.
"What a way to finish a second robbery." Max thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he got in, quickly driving off away from the scene he was at 5 minutes before.
"And then I slammed her into the building." He sighed as him and Allison cuddled under the blankets. He had felt bad, watching his sister walk off like that, probably to go home and get a berating from President Kickbutt.
"You have to be more careful, Max." She sighed, her fingers grazing the cut on his head.
"I know. I know, but I did make bank tonight, so that's good." He smiled weakly, pulling his fiancé closer to him and further into his arms.
"How much did you make?" Allison asked curiously, looking up at him, her eyes trapped directly at his.
"Two million." He swallowed slowly, his eyes trailing down to her uncovered chest.
She smiled, leaning up and giving him a happy kiss. "Look at my man! Bringing home the big bucks!" She thought about it for a moment, her finger trailing against his bare chest. "I think we should wait for the heat to calm down before you do anymore bank stuff. After these banks losing together a total of six million dollars and all these other banks probably scared shitless, security is gonna be high."
"You're right." Max began to smirk, leaning down and kissing her neck. "You're so smart, baby. How did I manage to get you?"
She gasped as his lips grazed her skin, kissing down her chest. "Max, we're having a se-serious conversation right now." She shuddered as she felt his teeth bite her unmarked skin.
"Mmm." He mumbled, his lips on her chest, sucking and biting on the clean skin.
"Oh screw the conversation!" And with that, the conversation ended.
She sat on the couch the next morning, her and Max's bag sitting next to her. "Max! Hurry up! We're not gonna make good time if you keep messing around!"
Max walked into the room, pulling on his leather jacket. "I know, I know." He grabbed Colosso's cage and the bag, opening the door for Allison to go through.
"This is gonna be so exciting! We haven't seen your family in a week!" Allison said happily, walking to the passenger side of the Thundervan and hopping in. Max set Colosso's cage and their bag in the back before hopping into the drivers seat.
"Are you sure we have to go?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as him and Allison buckled up their seat belts. "I mean we could always go to Villian Con." Colosso voiced his agreement from the back and Max smirked.
"Max, Villian Con will be here when we get back, it's only for a day, I'm pretty sure you'll be fine." She rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat. "Now, come on and let's get on the road, it's a two hour drive and I want to be able to sit on something more comfortable. The baby is kicking the crap out of me."
"They're here!" Max heard as him, Allison, and Colosso - who was still in his cage - approached the door.
"Here goes nothing." Max muttered, Allison slapping him on the shoulder as he opened the door.
"Max!"
He felt his mother engulf him in a hug and awkwardly set Colosso's cage down on the ground. He was about to pull away when he saw the look on Phoebe's face. Max knew his Mom needed this.
"I missed you too, Mom." He whispered, hugging her tightly. The two eventually pulled away and Max gave his dad a hug. "Alright! Enough with this mushy stuff, I was here because I heard there was going to be pizza here?" Colosso interrupted.
Barb rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Nice to see you too, Colosso."
As Max finished hugging his siblings, Allison sat down on the couch, a sigh of relief falling from her lips. "Max said tonight you guys were gonna have family game night so here we are."
"You remembered, Max?" Phoebe scrunched her eyebrows together, an odd look on her face.
"Of course I remember, is there ever a time when I don't pull through?"
"I can name a few." Phoebe said, staring at her twin.
"Alright, enough! Let's get playing!"
"And that sets Allison and Max in the lead." It was now eleven o'clock at night and the family had decided to play Draw, Act, Mold. It was basically the rip off version of Who Arted, but no one was complaining.
"That means we win." Max said with a smirk.
"No! There's still one more full circle turn before the game ends." Phoebe exclaimed.
"Max?" Allison whispered, tugging on her fiancé's shirt, her eyes wide.
He didn't hear her though and continued to argue with Phoebe.
"Max." She said his name louder this time, a look of pain on her face.
"Fine, you win, Thunderman!" Phoebe mumbled, crossing her arms.
Max turned to Allison, a grin on his face. "We won! You did aweso-" He stopped short, looking at Allison's face, which was contorted in pain.
"Allison, are you okay?" Max asked as he saw a tear fall down her face. "What's wrong?" She sat up, her voice choked up as she closed her eyes, her hands on her very swollen abdomen.
"My water broke."
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