I'm gonna spare you the details of Max's birth. Ugh. Gross.

MPOV

Well, I'm not dead, was my only thought fifteen minutes after having my baby girl – Autumn Lily Hale. Or Ride (Fang's last name). I still can't choose yet.

"Max! How are you? We came as quickly as we could!" Bella said as she and Eddy came running in. I sighed. Let me say, Bella and Edward were not my favorite people.

Eddy frowned. "I resent that," he said. "And please stop calling me 'Eddy.' It's Edward." I looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, you're right. It's not Eddy. It's Dorkface. Now leave and go to Carlisle that if he doesn't bring Autumn in here this second, he will be ended in a very painful way." Just as I said this, a booming laugh echoed throughout the house.

"DADDY! Just get her for me!" I yelled down the stairs.

"No can do, Max. But yell at Dorkface a little more. It's hilarious. And throw in a few threats. Those are funny too." Daddy laughed again.

"Eddie…" I threatened. "Get Carlisle, tell him that I will murder everyone in Forks, if I have to." I let that sink in for a second. "Go." Edward and Bella took off down the hall towards where I presumed Carlisle was.

He came in a second later with Autumn in his arms. I looked at her.

She had my hair and eyes, but Fang's skin tone. Autumn smiled and I noted that she had his dimples as well. But obviously my personality, because Fang can't smile – I swear.

I reached over to hold her and she immediately reached for me too. I felt a pull – I don't know, I'm not the scientist, just the lab rat – between us, pulling like a strong man would pull a rope.

You know what? Ignore the metaphors. I'm still working on 'em.

Carlisle immediately dropped her in my lap – well not drop, but place. I caught her with ease and pulled her closer to me. I felt a downy soft bump on her back and was overjoyed. It was a wing! She felt me feeling her wing and let them out and I gasped.

They were black as night – almost purple, but not quite there. They looked like a smaller replica of Fang's except – was that brown freckles near the bottom? Yes, it was! I almost screamed. They were so beautiful. She was so beautiful! She stroked her wing and then pointed at me. I nodded and opened my wings. Her mouth made a little 'o'. Then she pointed to the little freckles on her wings. I laugh and nod. She smiles and laughs.

"Ahem, I wouldn't mind meeting her," Fang says, breaking me out of my laugh-fest with a little girl who's not even a day old. (The winged kids are very mature for their age, but they don't mature as fast as Nessie. It takes the like four months to say their first word, whereas other kids start talking around their second-ish year. I think.)

I reluctantly hand her over to Fang and he sits on the edge of my bed. I kick him in the butt.

"My bed," I say, sounding like a four-year-old. He smiles and just lies down next to me so that Autumn can sit between us. I noticed the rest of my family had filed out. Why do they always do that?

"So…may I share 'your bed?'" Fang asked and I giggled.

"You don't know how wrong that sounds," I told him and he groaned.

"You're worse than Iggy." I slapped him playfully on the arm.

"I resent that," I said. And then – before we knew what was happening – Fang and I were kissing. We were pulled back to reality by Autumn who was clapping her hands. We both smiled at her and she smiled back, showing us her five teeth. I was stunned. She was growing way too fast. I knew it. What if she got hurt and died because of that? Because her body wasn't able to keep up with her growth?

I didn't realize I was hyper ventilating until Fang said, "Max? Max, calm down. It's fine. What's wrong?"

"Fang? What if she's growing too fast? What happens then? Oh my God. What if she dies because of it? How could I live with myself? I'd probably throw myself off a cliff like Esme. Oh God, Fang. I hate this feeling. I just hate it so much. What if-"

"Shut up, Max," Fang said with authority in his voice. "Nothing will happen. We turned out fine, didn't we? Now just enjoy her while she's little." He smiled a bit at the end. Not a smirk, but a real smile. I had to smile back.

"Yeah, you're right. It'll be fine," I said.

Oh, but nothing's ever fine, is it?