"What do you think of Cameron?" I ask tapping my pencil on my lips before writing the answer to 4x + (12x - 7). Man oh man, I love algebra 2. Math has always been my specialty in school. Max on the other hand has always hated anything that has to do with math, so we have been doing our homework together ever since senior year has started.

Today we decided to work on variables in my room while Nora and Billy are still at school for band practice. We are both sitting on my bed criss cross style and sitting right in front of each other. It has taken us a while to actually learn to use this time to study instead of making out.

"Like Cameron Carter from middle school? Nah that kid was a douche bag, we are not naming our baby after that jerk." Max shakes his head erasing what looks like a bunch of scribbles on his paper.

I smirk at my supposed to be 'evil genius' "I thought being evil means you have to be a wiz at math."

"Hey Algebra 2 is way harder than rocket science." He glares at me looking up from his paper. "And I should know, I build rockets."

"Okay so Cameron is a no then?" I push my reading glasses up so they stay on my nose, and move my text book off of my bed onto the floor.

"Cameron is a definite no." Max smiles at me when I plop into his lap making his papers crumble onto the floor with my textbook.

We have been trying to figure out baby names ever since we found out our little monster is a boy. One month and 54 baby names later we are still having no luck. It takes a lot for Max and I to agree on something, but right now I know something that we can always agree on.

His hands grab onto my pale pink sweats and around my thighs pulling me as close as my baby bump will allow then he slides my reading glasses off. My legs wrap around his waist and my hands cup his checks as I bring our foreheads together.

"No more studying for today?" A small smirk appears on his lips.

I slide my thumb down on his bottom lip. "You want to keep going?" I ask innocently as my lips move to his neck lightly nipping on his skin. "Cuz I can always stop, Maxy."

A soft moan comes from Max as his eyes roll shut and he moves his head more to the side giving me more access to his neck. "P-please don't.." The villain shivers when he feels a warm tongue on his jaw line. My hands slowly go down the sides of his stomach to the bottom of his shirt as my hands ride up his back, feeling every muscle before I pull it off and over his head.

"Ya sure baby?" I ask tauntingly as I plant a heated kiss on his lips. Our tongues dance around exploring eachothers mouths before I pull away. "Because we probably should study for this test." He leans in closer to me being impatient, he never liked being teased. I nip at his bottom lip feeling the thick flesh in between my teeth.

"I want you, Phoebe." Max leans down on the bed making me go with him landing on top of his chest. I straddle him down.

I smile, kissing down his chest to his abs and stopping when I reach the button on his pants. "What do you want me to do this time, daddy?" I ask with a devious smirk on my face.

"I'm serious Billy, something is going on with Phoebe." Nora shakes her head putting her clarinet away in its case.

"You think Max has something to do with it? I mean they still seem a little off to me." Billy wipes his saxophone down with a cloth getting the fresh spit off of the reed.

"Maybe. But Phoebe has never ever been this snappy! She gets mad at everything!"

"Dude she ate my strawberry and syrup cupcakes yesterday! And she hates those!" The speedy hero closes his sax case ad stands up heading outside the band room with Nora.

"Do..." Nora starts but stops, and stops walking standing in the middle of the hallway.

"What is it Nora?"

She sighs, "I'm no doctor Billy, and I don't know much about this..." Her brown eyes lock onto Billy's "But I think our sister is pregnant."

Billy's eyes nearly pop out of the sockets. "You think.. Really? You actually think she is..." He shakes his head clearly trying to comprehend all of this in his small brain.

"Look at the facts Bil," Nora places a hand on his shoulder. "She was so sick last month, she eats more than dad does, she snaps at literally everyone, and her clothes are so baggy. Remember in health class last year? Those are all symptoms of being pregnant. If I were to pull her shirt up then we would know."

"Well what does Max have to do with all of this then?" Billy sighs leaning on the wall.

"Either he knows who the baby daddy is," Nora sighs leaning on the wall next to her brother "or he is the baby daddy."

A/N

Super short chapter but I had to put that in there. Billy and Nora are catching on to them. And Phoebe likes to be dirty with Max (; Sorry this update was later than the last two I was on a trip to LA helping my sister recover from her surgery. Cancer is not fun. But i'll make sure the next chapter is longer and more in detail and stuff.