Umm...well WARNING! I guess...this chapter contains Faxness. Some are offended by that. But If you are, you probably shouldn't be reading this. They are a couple, and there will be Faxness. I mean, they're the FAXY COUPLE! Anyways. Here ya go.

First Uh-oh Moment

Jasper Two

Max Twenty

"Where are my keys?" Max called to the flock around the house. Iggy grunted something from the middle of a tangle of colorful wires. Max walked to his doorway and peered into the dark room.

"I heard Jasper or Tif walking down the- no, it was Jasper, Tif's out with Nudge. Anyway, he was walking down the hall earlier with something that jingled," Iggy offered, twisting three thin wires together. Max rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath. The keys opened the door to the new travel agency she'd opened; without them, she'd have to break in the back door, again.

"Jasper, baby boy!" she called down the narrow hallway. "Jazz, where are you?"

"He's in here," Fang called, almost too quietly for Max to hear. His voice came from behind her, in the shadowy end of the hall. The light burnt out a year ago; the flock was too lazy to replace it. There was a perfectly good light at the other end of the hall. The Ride family's room was at the end of the hall on the left.

Max spun and walked to the bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, though no light came from the room beyond. Max heard voices; women's voices inside. They laughed at something another man said. She recognized the voices as those of a flock's favorite television comedy. When Max nudged the door open, she saw Fang composed on the California king sized bed, watching the sitcom. Fang watched T.V. but rarely laughed at any of it.

"Hey…where's Jazzy?" Max asked softly, looking around the dim room. Fang tugged at a lumpy blanket on the bed next to him. It fell away from a sleeping Jasper.

"Come here, lay next to me," Fang whispered. Max crossed the spacious room and sunk down next to Fang on their bed. "When do you leave?" he whispered, kissing her neck, just under her ear. Max shivered and snuggled up against his chest.

"Uh…ten." Max craned her neck to see the red LED clock on the nightstand. Nine twenty-four, it read. Fang's lips were still on her neck. And sometimes, when Fang did this, Max began to ramble. "You don't have work today, right? I think Nudge is out all day with Angel. And well, leaving Jazz with the Gasman didn't work out so great last time. That grease they use is not easy to wash off." Fang nodded, still kissing her neck.

Jasper gurgled next to them. Fang momentarily quit distracting Max with his lips to check on the child. He rolled over and fell back into sleep. Fang turned his attention back on his wife. She was flipping through the few channels on the small television with a vacant stare.

Fang touched his pale lips to Max's cheek. Her channel shuffling slowed as he moved his lips down her jaw line and then down the length of her pale throat. The shuffling stopped altogether when his lips met her shoulder.

Max turned her head toward Fang, bringing her hand up to his head, redirecting it to look her in the eyes. She moved her palm down to the side of his face, resting it on his cheek. Their lips met softly, at first. The kiss deepened and got more heated. Fang wrapped his arm around Max's narrow back and shifted her so the front of her body was against him. She snaked her fingers in his long black hair, dropping the remote on the floor. It clattered, the batteries spilling out.

"What was that?" Iggy called from down the hall. The Ride couple ignored him. They could almost hear him rolling his eyes; Fang smirked. Rising up with his arm still around her back, Fang lifted Max and laid her beneath him. His hands supported his weight on either side of Max's head. The blanket next to them moved but they paid it no mind. Just a baby shifting in his sleep.

"I love you, Fang," Max whispered breathlessly; air sacs never held enough air for this. "But I do have to leave pretty soon."

Fang slipped his hand up the side of her shirt. "There's enough time," he said and his lips slipped down to her defined collarbone. Max chuckled and wrapped her leg around his lower back, forcing him closer to her. He grunted as his knees spread sideways from the sudden pressure. Max laughed again. "I love you, too." Fang was still nipping at her neck area so Max played with the long strands of hair. She'd braid it, but he'd get mad.

Fang pulled at the black tank top Max wore, but she tugged a chunk of hair back rather insistently. He stopped and looked in her blue eyes, his own questioning.

"We can't do that with the baby right here," she said, looking at the lumpy blanket. Fang slumped. "Put him in the crib." Fang's head snapped up again. He removed himself from over Max and went for the blanket. He pulled it back slowly. No baby. His head whipped around the room. No baby. "What?" Max asked, laying next to him. No baby! Fang's mind screamed. Instead of answering, Fang got off the bed and checked beneath it. No baby! Max caught on and clambered off the bed as well. She ran to the open closet and flipped on the light. No baby. She turned to face Fang, he was checking the pillows in the corner.

Two words came from the connected bathroom. "Uh-oh," said a child's voice. Max's eyes widened. Fang was already at the bathroom door. Max rushed over to look inside. Jasper was standing, looking in the toilet. It was slowly refilling after a recent flush. Then, two words came to Max's mind.

Your keys.

"Why thank you," Max thought. Stupid Jeb. Stupid toilet! Max let out a groan and slumped over to her son. He looked up at her with big bambi eyes. Max knelt next to him, looking in the bowl. There were only two keys on the ring, easy to flush down the loo.

"Jazzy, what have you done?" she asked, eyes downcast. Now she had to call the company cleaner, the woman that came to clean the travel agency where Max worked. She had the other key. Jasper giggled softly. She frowned. "Bad boy. That was a bad thing to do," she admonished. Jasper's little face broke and he began to cry. Max breathed in deeply, unwilling to give in. He had to know what was wrong. Fang finally walked into the small bathroom and hooked his hands under Jasper's arms. He lifted him and took him back into the bedroom and set him in the old playpen. With a last look down the toilet bowl, Max walked into the room behind them. Fang was rubbing the child's back between his wings to calm him. It worked and Jasper began to fall asleep under the rhythm of the small circles.

"I need to get going," Max said. She grabbed her slit-backed windbreaker, meaning she meant to fly to work today. "I have to stop by the maid's for the key. Jasper flushed mine." Fang stopped rubbing his little boy's back and looked at him, slightly astonished. Max walked to the playpen and kissed the baby's head gently. Then she caught Fang's lips with hers and kissed him goodbye. "See you tonight," she said and walked out the door.

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