A/N: Sorry I didn't update last week, guys! I have ANOTHER new story I wanna do! It;s gonna be called, "The Long Road." Hope you read and enjoy!

Max's POV

I ended up beating Iggy 4 of the 5 times we wrestled. The last round, he brought Fang in.

"Traitor." I pouted, crossing my arms and slouching back into the bean bag chair I kept there.

" Awwwww, poor Maxi. Got beat by her boytoy." Iggy mirrored (or tried to mirror) my face, but put his hands against his cheeks.

"Shutup, Ignut. I'll get Ells on you." I threatened, sitting up in my chair.

Iggy gulped, sitting back into his own beanbag chair.

"Max, you're mom is on the phone." Fang said, coming in from the kitchen.

"Kk." I said, walking up to him and pecking him on the lips.

"Hi, mom, what's up?" I asked into the reciever.

"Max!" My mom called into the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's Jeb. He wants to move Fang across the country!"

"He can't do that."

"Yes, he can. He got a new job a couple of monthes ago. He works for the freakin' FBI!"

I dropped the phone.

'No, no, no, no, no!'

I picked the phone back up, and calmly said,

"Is there anyway you can fix this?"

My mother took a shaky breath, then said,

"I know one thing that could fix it that the FBI won't let Jeb break apart."

I tried to think of what she might mean.

"What is it?" I was practically jumping up and, down trying to figure out what she meant.

My mom cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Ummm, you would, um... have to... uh, start a family with Fang." My mother said, speeding up her speech at the end.

I froze in place, unable to speak.

"Honey? Max, what's wrong? Is Jeb there?" my mother rambled on.

I shook my head, trying to clear it and spoke again.

" Are you sure, mom? I mean, I'm not sure if I'm ready for this." I admitted, leaning against the wall, before I fell.

"I know, honey, but if you want Fang to stay, you have to, I can't believe I'm saying this, have a family with Fang."

"But. I just,... I CAN'T HAVE A FAMILY, YET!"

"You WHAT!"

Apparently, I yelled that, 'cus when I turned around, Fanf was standing there, fuming.

"Bye mom." said, quickly, and hung up the phone.

"Fang, calm down." I tried, using hand gestures.

"What the fuck was that about starting a family!" Fang raised his voice, making me flinch.

"Fang, mom said Jeb wants to move you across the country!" I hollered, grabbing hold of Fang's arms.

"He can't do that." Fang said, toning down his glare a little.

"Yes, he can. He's apart of the freaking FBI now! Mom said so herself." I yelled.

"There has to be some way to change that. Is there a way around it?" Fang asked, his eyes showing his concern.

"There is... Mom said he can't move you if.. well... um, if we.. start a family." I whispered, feeling embarrassed.

Fang's face softened, and he took me in his arms.

"Max, look at me. I don't care if I had to cut off my left leg to be with you, I would do it. If it means we need to have a baby, then we'll have a baby." Fang said, reassuringly.

I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his oh-so familiar scent.

"Fang, I don't think I'm ready for a baby, yet." I said into his chest, taking a shuddering breath.

"It's okay, Max. If you don't want to, then I'll move. Whatever makes you happy." Fang said, stroking my hair.

"NO! I don't want you to move away from me!" I yelled, holding on tighter to Fang.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere! I'm right here, baby. See?"

Right then, Iggy walked in.

"What's up?" Iggy asked.

Fang and I took a glance at each other, and decided to tell them.

"Flock meeting." we said together.