I be back, again. Chapter 20 and counting. : )

Robin Nicholas Ride

Born Friday, October 3rd

2:14 am

Noah was taking Ella's leaving pretty hard. We all knew this was coming; Fang and I made sure that he kids realized that Ella couldn't stay forever. Star and Sky grumbled, and of course they cried when it came time for her to leave, but Noah refused to see his sister before she departed. He hid in his room all morning, calmly looking at Fang's old comic books.

Ella tired to say goodbye, but Noah was a very stubborn six year old. Not a word was exchanged between the two, and Ella eventually just left his room.

"He won't talk to me, Max," She complained, "I just don't get it! He doesn't want me to leave, yet he refuses to acknowledge that I'm even here." Huffing, Ella sunk down in her seat.

I sighed, "I don't know what to tell you, Ell's."

The timer on her lasagna went off, making my head ache that much more. At least, though, we would have a nice home-cooked meal tonight, and not the usual box crap. God, I wished people in my house knew how to cook.

To add to the noise, Robbie began to pipe up as well. I tried and tried to put that baby down for a nap, as tired as he was, but it was a futile attempt every time. The only way he would sleep was if Fang was in there.

I rubbed my temples in an attempt to mute the aching, but it was useless the second that Fang came home.

"Max! Max!" He yelled, excitement coloring his voice. The door slammed shut behind him.

I groaned; my head in my hands. I figured that my husband would realize that I was in no mood to talk. I was wrong.

Strong arms gripped my waist, the smell of sweat evident. I gagged in response, just as Fang's mouth captured mine. No longer was I thinking about my headache, or my son crying feebly in the background. The only thought that even connected was a name.

Fang.

God, I loved that man.

He proceeded to lift me out of my chair, spinning me around while pulling me even more impossibly close.

When we broke apart we were both panting for breath. Our foreheads were pressed together, my form tangled against his.

"Wow…" I breathed.

Fang's deep brown eyes sparkled. "I quit." He said.

My mouth dropped. "You quit?"

He nodded, his eyes still shining.

"What would possess you to make such a stupid thing?" After a second, I shrieked, "This is because of that interview, isn't it?"

Ella's friend Riley had recently-5 days ago-lost his assistant. Now, because he was in need of someone to fill the position, and I was in need of a job, Ella pulled a few strings and landed me an interview. The problem was that I wasn't for sure getting the job. An interview was set for next week, and within a few days I'd know the outcome. Until then-even if I got the job-we'd be screwed.

My husband caressed my cheek. "It'll be okay, Max."He said it with such conviction that I started to believe it as well.

I mock sighed in defeat, "Okay, okay, you win." I brought my lips to his, "I'm proud of you, Fang."

The smile he gave me in return was blinding. I had to let my own grin show.

Interview Day:

"Hello, Max. Have a seat." Riley greeted. I smiled coyly. "My name is Riley Upper, and I understand you would like a job here as my assistant."

My grin faltered. Did I miss something? Wasn't this guy supposed to, um, know why he's holding interviews?

"Okay, Max, first question." I braced myself. "What size bra is that?"

I blinked several times. "What?"

"You know, what cup size do you wear? C?"

I swallowed back a huge lump in my throat. "None of your business!" I yelped. My purse was an arm's length away when the creeper advanced.

"Now, Max. I'm just curious…" He caressed my cheek, just as Fang had not too long ago.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I hissed.

"Can't you just be a good girl, Max? Scratch that, I like 'em feisty."

I couldn't just stand there any longer. I needed to take action. My fist first connected with his jaw, his gut following shortly after. As he was doubled over, I shoved my knee into his nose. The crunch of bone satisfied me.

I don't remember exactly why, but I went as far as grabbing a nearby chair and smashing it down onto his back. He fell to the floor with an "oomph" and went limp.

My heart pounded as I checked his pulse. His heart was still beating, which was a good sign. Finally, I fled the building.

Done… a little short, but it's good. Intense, huh?

~Faxisthegreatest123~