A/N: Me: Ugh… finally my three day pom camp (dancing for eight hours straight) is over. My feet are killing me.

Fang: *le smug* Did you have fun?

Me: *glare* Shut up Fang. At least I'm not addicted to chloroform!

Fang: I-I am not!

MooMoo: Yea you are.

Rawr: You're always passed out everywhere.

Me: Yea! The thing is… Fang got really good at dodging weasels. :P So… we started using chloroform to knock him out now. And… he kinda got addicted. So now he's always knocking himself out, and I have to drag his sorry butt back into my closet so my family doesn't see him.

Fang: I am not addicted!

Me: The first step is admitting you have a problem! *whisper* He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to rehab. So you might not see him for a few chapters. XD *ahem* Fact: I am now a beta (I think) for 'DeathsUniqueEqual'. He has a story called Jacob's Decision. Check it out- it's really original.

Fang: Hey- what did you whisper?

Me: Nothing! To Mrs Obsession- I didn't write about Dr. Martinez because she wasn't in that chapter at all. And… I completely dropped the ball on the kids. I'm going to say… Max didn't talk to them so they didn't get worried. I am a terrible writer, forgetting the cutest kids ever :P Sorry.

December 27, 2014

Max POV

I was sitting by Iggy's bedside, as per usual. He's gotten really bad now. He can't feel or move most of his body, and he can't keep any food or drink down. I'm really scared for him. He's already really thin these days- you can see his ribs, and his joints stick out like weapons. He's going to get even more sick by the fact that he can't eat or drink anything. And it's not like we can take him to the hospital to get an IV drip- the doctors would poke and prod until Iggy was dead.

The Flock and I had been taking turns sitting by him, talking to him or just watching him sleep. We usually let Nudge take a shift when he was awake- no sense in the chatterbox going to waste. Fang usually went when Iggy was asleep- no sense it letting The Living Shadow go to waste! Lizzy and Tyler just knew that he was sick. We couldn't let them knowhow sick their Uncle Iggy was.

One of the worst parts was, though, that Iggy. Wasn't. Cooking. We lived on takeout and McDonald's for a couple weeks, and then my mom came to the rescue. She, plus Ella and Ian, basically live with us for now. Which is good and bad. Good, because I love them and I get free chocolate chip cookies all day. Bad… because the hormonal human is back in our guest room.

Ella is due any day now, Mom says. Thank God- Ella was huge, and her hormones were ten times as big. Thank the Lord Ian is on his Christmas work holidays, so he can deal with Ella.

Christmas was kind of a bummer this year, though. Without Iggy. the tree decorations looked lame. He wasn't there to tease Fang and I about our… many… mistletoe kisses. Gazzy didn't have his partner in crime for our annual Christmas fireworks. Overall, the mood was entirely dampened by the fact that Iggy wasn't there.

I listened to Lizzy and Tyler in the next room over, playing with their new My Little Pony set and Matchbox Cars set, respectively. My mom had gone overboard on her first grandkids, as usual every holiday and every-chance-she-gets-a-chance. The six of us Flock had done the usual gifts for each other, while Ian and Ella also went overboard as their first "married Christmas". Geez- I lived in an over-boarders family.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when Fang quietly knocked on the door and poked his head in. "Hey." Would it ever kill him to even just say a full 'Hello'?

"Hi." I said back. He came into the room and stood behind me, rubbing my back between my wings, just the way I like it. I felt some, not even close to all, of the tension leave my body. I sighed and leaned back into his chest and gave him a semi-awkward backwards hug type thing.

He grinned and pulled me over, knocking the chair to the ground. He swung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me out of the room. Gazzy waved at me, grinning cheekily, before going to sit with the still-asleep Iggy. Little bugger. I swung at Fang's back, punching and kicking, also laughing my head off. He didn't stop until he had thrown me on our bed, and started kissing me.

I have to admit, this was pretty nice. But… "So… what brought… this on?" I said between lip attacks. And with Fang, they were attacks. He doesn't get his name from a weak mouth.

He gave me a smile- a real, full, blown out smile. Wow, his teeth are white…. Wow, I get distracted easily. "Why can't I? You are my wife, after all."

I laughed breathlessly as he attacked my collarbone, making it hard to concentrate. "I just… just meant that… that… under the… circumstances…."

He paused. "I think that you need to get away from all the stress. What with Iggy, Ella, two toddlers with super powers… and an amazingly awesome husband." The huge grin was back.

I snorted. "I agree with everything… except the last thing, of course." I teased. He growled good naturedly, and kissed me with more passion. Well, there goes that train of thought….

We continued kissing like that for a few minutes, with a fair bit of tongue wrestling. He ended up on top of me, kissing my neck, collarbone, jaw- I hummed in pleasure. I fisted his needs-a-cut-soon hair, pulling his mouth back to mine.

I'm not sure how long we were there, except that I was enjoying every minute of it. What Fang said was true, actually- I needed to escape from my life for a bit, and let's just say that a 'hungry' Fang is a good distraction. We ended up doing a lot more than passionate kissing, but I don't want to scar any little kids.

Of course, every good thing must come to an end. Nudge burst in through the door, not bothering to knock. "Max Max Max Dr. M told me to tell you that Ella said that-" She stopped, taking in the scene before her- Fang on top of me on the bed, our clothes and hair very rumpled, the sheets completely twisted up, my glowing red face, and Fang's signature smirk. "Oh- sorry about that, you two. I'll leave you guys to get decent." she giggled, and my face grew even more scarlet. "But… the baby's coming!" she yelled, throwing her arms up and running out. She's awful chipper, considering her boyfriend is in a near death state. Well, that's Nudge for ya.

I jumped off the bed, inwardly chuckling at the brief flash of annoyance in Fang's eyes. I ran down the steps, fixing my clothes and hair (as best as I could) as I went. I felt more than heard Fang following me. Stalker.

I rushed into the living room to see Lizzy and Tyler dancing in a circle around Ella, who was being supported by Ian. They were not helping Ella's condition in anyway. I heard my mom dash out the front door, and gun her car's engine. I admired Ian- he was handling this much better than Fang did.

In the chaos that followed, Fang decided to stay with Iggy, since we couldn't leave him here, and we sure as blank couldn't take him with us. He assured me that it was fine, and that "his poor virgin ears already heard enough cussing and yelling from me". I smacked him upside the head for that.

Lizzy and Tyler opted to ride in the car with the humans (geez, that sounds so racist or something) to the hospital. The rest of the flock- which, now that I think about it were only Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel- and I took the opportunity to get in some good old flying time.

Once at the hospital, it was much the same as Lizzy and Tyler's birth. Many running nurses and doctors, much yelling and cursing from Ella (though she cussed out Ian, the baby, her deadbeat-dad-who-she-never-met-but-still-has-to-call, me (the nerve!) and our mom. Lovely. Let's just say the twins didn't stay in there for very long), and much crying over and from the baby.

But the look in Ian and Ella's face when the doctor handed them their perfectly human baby was priceless. There was awe, wonder, happiness, relief, gratefulness, and shining, blinding love. The baby was a boy, which we already knew, but Ella had yet to pick a name yet. But she decided on a name once she held him. "Jack." she declared, looking to Ian for confirmation. He beamed and nodded. "He feels like a Jack."

Jack was perfectly healthy, as well as 100% human. He had Ella's dark brown, curly hair and Ian's beautiful deep blue eyes. I noticed, without one ounce of jealousy, (OK… lies… but only a little bit) that Jack didn't look as bad as my kids when they first came out.

I snuggled with Lizzy and Tyler (A/N: Me: Whoops- almost said Fang, but he's at home with Iggy :/ QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER- favorite animal?) at the sheer happiness of the moment. For a few minutes, the worries over Iggy and the stress of everyday life could be forgotten.

A/N: Me: How cheesy. And, there's some Fax for you perverted reviewers! JK! But seriously… I stink at writing romance stuff. I think I'm still to innocent to write heavy stuff. *bats eyelashes*

Fang: *snort* Innocent. Yea, right. And I'm a pretty pretty princess.

MooMoo: Good for you Fang!

Rawr: You finally embraced your true self!

Me: Haha, pwned! Fact: My pom camp was held by UDA, and we learned Jazz, Hip Hop (which I am beast at), and 'pom' routines. Plus the National Dance Day Routine to Party Rock Anthem (best song ever!)

Intervention Agents: Fang Ride?

Fang: Uh…

IA: This is an intervention. We're taking you to rehab to get some help with your problem.

Fang: What pr-? B, you are going to die!

Me: You need help, Fnag! Take him away, boys!

IA: *drag Fang away*

Me: Yea, so, Fang will be back in a few chapters, I'm sure. Anyway, in the meantime, R&R guys!