A.N- Hey you guys, just wanted to tell you all that ChaosFangX and I will be continuing his/her story The Avian Species on my page. Warning: It might not be for everyone… Just saying… But if you'd like to check it out, we'd really appreciate it.

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Awkward Made Easy

Iggy and I were outside of the guys' room now. Iggy had put his hand on the doorknob, but I had stopped him right as he'd started to turn it.

"What's wrong Max?" He asks, turning to me.

I look into his eyes and realize that the fogginess was somewhat going away. It was still there, but it had been getting less noticeable for a long time now and his eyes were getting their icy blue color back. They showed confusion until he saw my expression and spoke again.

"Nothing will go wrong-" He tells me. "-and you've already put this off long enough. They need to know this, Max, trust me."

"I know they do, Iggy. But I just know that they'll be mad at me for keeping it from them for so long, and what if they don't even want this? What if they hate me for it? What if they want nothing to do with me after this?" I start talking and breathing faster at the thought.

"And do you really think that keeping it from them will help? Besides, I know them. Sure they'll get mad, but there's no doubt in my mind that they'll forgive you." He reassures me, then adds, "Now quit breathing like that, you'll start hyperventilating and I'll have to get your mom."

"I had a dream that they tried to kill him. And yes, I know it was just a dream, but it really scared me." I whisper, looking down and sniffling.

He bends down to look in my eyes, "They'd never do that Max. Dylan is… Dylan, we may have not known him for a long time, but he's proven himself time and time again. And we've both know Fang for all our life and you know how he is. He'd kill anything that even tried to hurt our family, especially if you're involved. And this little guy in here-" He says touching my stomach. "-is definitely family, no matter what, don't forget that."

I take a deep breath and look back up, tying to compose my face. "Yeah, you're right Iggy. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Now let's go in quick before you change your mind!" He says in a rush, as he opens the door and shoves me in before him.

When I looked up, I saw Dylan looking out the window, leaning with his palms on the ledge.

Fang was talking, or should I say arguing, with a doctor. He was now sitting up in the bed instead of lying down.

When Fang saw us, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly less and looked to the doctor again. "There they are now, you can ask them." He says, folding his arms over his bare chest.

"Ask us what?" Iggy speaks up from behind me.

"He says that he is well enough to leave now." The doctor says doubtingly as he takes the IV drip from Fang's wrist.

"He looks fine; I bet he'll fine to leave by tomorrow morning." Iggy says.

The doctor sighs. "I will talk to Dr. Martinez tomorrow. If she says it's alright, then you will be free to go." He tells us before he opens the door and leaves.

"Hey Max; Iggy." Dylan greets from the window.

"Hey." I say and Iggy, now beside me, nods.

"You've been gone a while. What'd you have to do?" Fang asks, sitting up a little straighter.

"I went and put the kids to bed." I tell him. Well, it wasn't a lie…

Iggy clears his throat. "Hey guys, I think Max needs to tell you something." He announces, nudging me with his arm.

I fight down my fear and open my mouth to speak, even thought I didn't really know how to start. The suddenly the door opens again, making me look back.

"Oh, young lady, I forgot to say something sooner. Could I speak with you alone?" The same doctor as before asks me quietly.

Alone? Why would he want to speak with me alone? What if he was an Eraser?

No, couldn't be, they'd been retired for a while now.

Maybe some kind of robot or cyborg. No way would I be alone with this guy.

"Whatever it is, you can say it right here. I don't mind." I tell him, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

"Are you sure? It's a little personal." He warns.

"I don't care, they're my family." I motion behind me.

He comes closer to me and whispers. "Are you aware that you're pregnant?"

'Maybe they didn't hear.' I think as my eyes go wide.

I nod my head to him, "Alright, well, be careful, Maximum." He says, before leaving again.

I turn around to face Dylan and Fang.

They'd definitely heard. I could tell by the dumbfounded expressions that they had on their faces.

"Well, that just took the fun out of it." Iggy puts in bluntly, crossing his arms.

'It made it easier.' was all I could think.

It was quiet for a moment before Dylan shouts, "So I wasn't going crazy!"

We all look at him.

"Well, you've been acting weird, almost like the first time this happened. And then you've been hiding something for like two weeks now, so I wondered…" He says. "But why didn't you tell us sooner?" He adds a little angrily.

I look down. I knew they'd get mad…

"Don't get mad at her, Dylan. Just let her talk." Iggy defends.

"I was just afraid." I say "Afraid that you all would be mad and that you wouldn't want him."

"Why would we be mad Max? It wasn't your fault." Fang says soothingly, and then adds curiously. "Is it a boy?"

"Well, Dylan is mad… And I don't know, but I don't want to call him it, so I'm just saying he." I say.

"I'm only mad because you didn't tell us sooner and I don't know about Fang, but I'm fine with this." Dylan says calmly.

"I'm fine with it too; I only wish you'd said something sooner. So do you know who the father is?" Fang asks with a straight face.

"Yeah, sorry about that. No, I don't know who his dad is, yet. We'll have to find out when he's born, which I think will be sooner than Hans thought." I say, a little worried when I felt something move inside me again, like when I was in the bathroom earlier.

"What's wrong Max? What was that?" Dylan asks, scared.

"Um, I'm not sure… I've been feeling that all day, I think it's him." I say looking at my stomach, then up at him. "Wait, you felt that?"

"Oh, I guess I did. I think I can feel more than emotions now." Dylan tells us.

"That's interesting." Iggy says, before walking over to Fang, "Do you feel this?" He asks and punches Fang in the arm.

"Oww! What the fuck was that for, you ass hole!" Fang yells, aggravated.

"Iggy!" I say and punch him in the arm.

As both Fang and Iggy rub their arms, I look over to Dylan questioningly, "Yup, felt it." He grimaces, "Next time, just poke each other or something. That hurt."

I roll my eyes.

Well, at least the awkward part of telling them was over, thanks to Iggy's immaturity.

"So if he's already moving around in there, do you think you can have a sonogram or something done?" Iggy asks, letting go of his arm.

"I don't know, probably. How long are you normally supposed to wait?" I ask.

"I think you normally have to wait like three to four months." Iggy says. He'd been doing some research for me with Nudge on their free time, in case anyone wanted to know.

"I think it still might be too early." I say with a yawn. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat."

"Do you want to stay here or come with me?" Iggy asks.

Dylan and Fang look at me, Dylan almost begging. "I guess I'll stay here." I tell him.

"Alright, good night, you guys." Iggy says, walking out the door.

"I guess I can keep watch tonight since you did last night." I tell Dylan.

"No, I can. You should sleep Max." Fang tells me.

"Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I have to be treated like I'm made out of glass." I tell him irritably.

"Yeah, it kind of does." They both say.

"Besides, I've been sleeping for, like, three days. I'm sure I won't feel tired for a while." Fang says.

"Fine." I say.

"You can sleep on my bed." He tells me, as Dylan goes off to his own bed.

There had been a curtain separating the two halves of the room and I notice now that it was pulled back so that we could all see each other.

I climb into the bed that was still very warm from Fang and pull the covers over myself.

"Good night." Dylan says to us.

"'Night." Fang says too, looking at me now from his seat next to the bed.

"G'night." I whisper to them both as Fang turns to look at the door and Dylan turns over so that he's not looking our way.

The last thing I see before falling asleep a while later, is Fang turning to look at me with a warm look on his face.

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, Yall!

~L