Okay, so it is exactly 9:50 on July 5th when I decided it'd be cool to sit and write something. You deserve that. And I'm incredibly sorry about the 'no-update' I had going. I had legit major writers block on this chapter, and I didn't know what to do with it. Then after reading a bunch of fics - well, two really, but since they were complete... - I think I can finally write again.

BTW, this chapter is a little bit different then my others, for one, it starts off in Carter's POV, since we haven't gotten into him very much. Oh, and a lot of people were asking for more Fax, so I think this chapter does that justice.

Disclaimer: If I owned MR, Fang and Iggy would be stuck in my room for the rest of their lives, and Ari would still be alive. Since they aren't, and he isn't, I think we can come to a conclusion.

Carter POV

Another horn beeped in the distance. I smiled, amused at the never-ending New York traffic, even at 1:00 in the morning on a Thursday. A breeze hit me lightly, adding to the already freezing cold late-December weather. I was currently sitting on the roof of Sam's parent's house. (For those who don't remember, Sam is his girlfriend) Since Sam was with me for Christmas at my house, her family decided to have an early dinner.

"Carter, are you out here again?" Sam climbed out of the window, crab-crawling down to me. Because of the weather, I was in a thick hoodie, where Sam had borrowed one of mine. The sleeves were way too long on her, and fell off her hands, but she didn't seem to care as she cuddled into me. "It's freezing," she said. "Why do you always come out here?" I shrugged.

"I don't know. I like it out here. Outside I mean. I couldn't live here, I miss L.A." She snorted.

"I can't wait to go to your house. It's so warm down there." I laughed, putting my around her and shoving my hands into the pockets of her - well, technically my - sweater. "That is so not legit," I knew she hated when I used that word, but I loved to tease her about it "It got as low as 48 degrees last year. (That's about 9 degrees Celsius for my Canadian buddies) It's not as cold as it is up here, but it's not warm either."

She just shrugged." I don't care. Me and cold hate each other." I chuckled, holding her tighter and kissing the back of her neck. After a few minutes of a comfortable silence, she suddenly spoke. "You love me right?" I stopped with her neck, and stared at her.

"Always, why?" She put her head on my chest, mumbling something that sounded like 'because you're going to eat some water.' Makes no sense, right? My thoughts exactly. "What was that?" She pulled her head off of its spot on my chest and looked at her hands, refusing to make eye-contact.

"Because you're going to be a father." She bit her lip, slowly looking up at me. My lips were parted: I was trying to find something to say, but kept coming up blank. "Carter, I'm pregnant." Under any other circumstances, I would've whipped out a 'Thanks, Tips!' but I couldn't find words.

"I..." Nope, nothing.

"C., it's totally okay if you want to bail." Bail on her, is she crazy! Say something! "I totally understand if you aren't ready to have a b-" I cupped her face, kissing her hard, effectively shutting her up.

"You're insane..." I panted after pulling back. "And should be considering an asylum..." I leaned forward so our foreheads were touching. "If you actually think I'd flake out on you." This caused her to smile.

"I couldn't do it alone," she reached and put her arms around my neck, and my hands moved to her waist.

"I wouldn't let you." We sat like that for what could've been an hour, or two minutes. Either way, it felt like forever, and I could no longer feel my toes.

"So... we're really doing this?" She asked quietly, looking at me. I could tell just by looking at her that she needed my help. I stared at her.

"You know that the... alternative... isn't even an option, right?" She nodded, cuddling closer to me. By now, she was sitting in my lap, with me cross-legged and her arms around my neck. Kind of like the way I used to hold Angel. "Just one question:" she looked up at me. "How long have you known that you were-?"

"2 weeks. The week we... had our fun," She winked at me and kissed my neck as she said this. "Was the week that Dotty was supposed to show. After a few days of it not coming, I called Brandy." Not totally surprising, as Brandy was her best friend. "She picked up like a million tests, I think there was like... five They were all positive. I wasn't ready to tell you yet, so I didn't. I probably wouldn't have if Brandy didn't tell me I had to. I was scared that you wouldn't want to be a part of its life."

"Well, we might as well go in now." She nodded, standing and walking back up to the window, my right behind her. Once we were through, we went into the kitchen, setting up what we needed for hot chocolate. "We can tell your family tomorrow, before we leave. Okay, then tell mine once we get there." She nodded, hugging herself. I moved to her, putting my arms around her and burying my head in her so soft brown hair. She smelled like strawberries.

"You're worried about your dad, right?" She nodded into my shoulder. "Don't, if anything, he'll be mad at me. You'll be fine." I kissed the top of her head, watching as she went to sit in a chair.

Max POV

"Fang?" I whispered. I'm sleeping over tonight, because Angel wanted to have some quality girl-time. And since her mom was working and Sam wasn't here, and since Fang and Iggy didn't count, I was her only choice. But the day was over, and at 1 in the morning I was creeping into Fang's room. I watched as he sat up, realizing that had been awake the whole time. He looked at me. "Now." One word. It was all he needed. Lately, things had been heating up between Fang and I. I'd been - limiting our kisses, making very dirty gestures, whispering/saying/texting him very, very dirty things. It's been making him awfully excited. He's also really mad at me for not actually acting upon it. So, tonight, I promised to make it up to him. He crawled out from under the covers, and I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. But, then again, Fang never sleeps in shirts. He kissed my lips once.

"You..." kiss. "Owe..." kiss. "Me..." kiss. "Huge." he whispered. I smiled against his mouth, giving in to whatever he had planned. His tongue licked my lip, and I gladly parted mine, allowing his entrance. He licked over my teeth as I tangled my hands in his hair. His were rubbing small circles on the patch of exposed skin where my tank had ridden up. He pulled away from my mouth, kissing his way down my neck. I put a knee on either side of his torso, feeling as his hands pushed my shirt up, so into the kiss that I barely noticed. He stopped at the bottom of my bra, asking for permission. I pulled back, leaning down to his ear.

"Take it off." I whispered, sucking on his earlobe.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking at me.

"I dunno, are you sure?" He stared at me incredulously.[1]

"Did you just ask if I'm sure I want to take your clothes off?" I smiled.

"You're right, stupid Max." He chuckled, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the end of the bed. Now, before I continue, I should probably let you know that Fang and I have gone this far before, but never all the way. And we weren't like those hormonal couples you see on TV, that just dash their clothes around the room. Those couples get caught looking like naked idiots after.

"Max..." He moaned as I kissed my way down his chest. I reached his shorts, and looked up at him, slowly pulling them down. He kicked them off the bed, probably decided he could just sleep in his boxers, then flipped me over, kissing me, hard. His hand walked down my stomach, then slid behind me, going back up to my bra clasp as his tongue entered my mouth. Once he got the clasp dealt with, he slowly pulled the straps down my shoulders. He pulled back, looking at me. I felt my face heat, and knew I could give a tomato a run for its money, just by thinking that this is the first time Fang has seen me, half-naked. I immediately felt self-conscious, thinking about a couple of his other girlfriends, and how I looked compared to them. I raised my arms to cover myself. Fang pulled back, putting his hands on my face.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, baby." He said, putting his hands on mine. "You're beautiful." Slowly, he moved my hands away. He looked me over once and smiled.

'Like baby, baby, baby, oh!'

"Holy shit." Fang and I both jumped, startled by the sudden noise. Fang looked around, spotting his phone on the desk. He sighed, getting up and answering it.

"What is it, Ig?" He groaned. I moved closer to him, so I could hear.

"Just wanted to let you and Max know, that just because your door is closed, and you guys are attempting to be quiet, I can still hear you!" I giggled, but felt my cheeks heat. "So, unless you want to explain to mom what my brother and almost-sister were doing tonight, or you want me to join you guys, I suggest you either stop what you're doing and sleep, or you shut up. Pick one." Fang looked at me.

The idea of Iggy joining us disturbed me, and Fang seemed to agree. "We'll shut up, dude. As long as mom hears nothing about this, got it?" Iggy agreed, wishing us a good night and told us to have fun.

"Quietly." He reminded us. I sat down on Fang's bed, picking up my shirt.

"We weren't being that loud, were we?" Fang shook his head.

"But now the moods kind of shot." I nodded, agreeing and pulling my shirt over my head. I stood up.

"We'll get him back, trust me. He has to come to school tomorrow doesn't he?" Fang smiled, catching the mischievous look in my eye. I had to go on my tip-toes to kiss him - screw him for being so tall! - then said good night, going back to my room.

[1] I don't know if I used that word right.

Anyways, there's your Fax. And it is exactly 11:53 right now, so I'm kind of proud of myself, it only took me two hours. The 3 minutes were spent having a conversation about thongs with my dad. I'm being serious. -_-

Anyways, I have started writing a Mortal Instruments fic, but it won't be up for a while. And if anyone already reads MI, I totally recommend you read Covert Casanova. It's in the M section, and its completed now, but it's totally amazing.

Okay, so next chapter is going to be Sam and Carter telling the families, and Fang and Max getting back at Iggy, and the Christmas holidays. Then it's off to Vancouver and this story can finally get moving. Can I get 7 reviews? See ya!