Chapter 6

"Maxie, what do you want for breakfast?" I ask her.

"Eggs, and pancakes?" she asks if I want them too.

"Fine with me" I get out the ingredients and start cooking. She was addressing wedding invitations at the table. We decided to have it here in Antarctica, Max wearing a white dress, and everything be white so I could see. I was excited to see Max's face for the first time.

I stood at the end of the carpet freezing my butt off. Until I see her, my Max. Marrying me, not Fang, me. I see her blonde locks rolling down her shoulders and I can barely contain myself. I want to run to her, touch her, see her beautiful face.

"Max!" I screamed from the bathroom. I had woken up in a haze. I walked into the bathroom and opened my eyes.

What did I see? My own face in the mirror; I could see. We sat in there for hours crying tears of joy.

Max was pacing I was pulling my hair out. 'If Max really is pregnant I'll be so happy!' I thought. 'I get to see-'a loud alarm clock went off. Max and I raced to the test. A + was visible, and we both burst into tears.

"Iggy I'm going to kill you!" Max screamed.

"I know Maxie.." I whispered gritting my teeth to ignore the pain of her nails digging in my skin.

Then I heard nurse shout, "My lord!" and a baby cry. I look at our baby; a baby girl with milk white wings.

They wrapped her in a pink blanket and set her in Max's arms. Her eyes lit up and she began to look very sleepy. "My baby Angel" she whispered and passed out. I took Angel from her and looked my little girl straight in the eyes.

"You will not be like your aunt" I get a tilt of the head in response.

Angel walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes, blonde curls draping her shoulders. She looked up at me with bright blue eyes and asked, "Daddy breakfast time?" her quiet voice; soft like mine.

"Yes Angel" I smile at her "take your spot next to mommy."

She wiggles into the chair next to Max; she's face deep in writing a book; about the flock, and us.

"Aha Daddy! Mommy is sleeping again!" she giggled, I look over and she is indeed asleep.

"She's tired squirt." I smile softly at her.

She starts eating as soon as I set her plate in front of her. 'Heh, her mother's appetite, but my quietness.'

"Maxie wake up" no response. "Food." She sits straight up, I hand her the plate; and down the shoot it goes. She proceeds to go back to snoring away. Angel giggles between bites.