Back. This chapter should be kind of interesting. And without further ado, I write for you… chapter 6 (ish) of ABC!

Max's POV

Another preschool to look at; the last preschool even remotely close to this area. Our last chance at getting our girls a normal education. Sure, we could enroll them in Kindergarten next year, but I don't really want to deny my girls a head start in preschool. This year they will learn to make friends, normal friends, and they'll know what to expect in kindergarten. I hope. Oh, who am I kidding? This is going to horribly wrong, just like the previous ones.

"We have to go!" Fang called, shrugging on his jacket. Did I forget to mention the fact that we're keeping Sky and Star home with Mom this time? Fang and I find it best to leave them out this time. Maybe that's the key to a successful meeting; and then again, maybe not. I don't know!

"Max," I hear Fang call again. I putting on my shoes and my patience is running thin. I might just drive myself crazy with all of the pressure to like this preschool; to decide if it's best for my girls. That's the main goal at this point.

"I'm ready!" I shout out, briefly going through a mental checklist. The next 5 minutes are spent wrestling the girls into their shoes, alone I might add. Where the hell is Fang? Carrying Sky on my hip and constantly checking to make sure Star is following, I wander around the house. The last place I check is where Fang is. The bathroom. The door is open and he's obsessing over his hair AGAIN. Setting Sky on the floor, I motion for them both to stay there. Mommy and Daddy need to talk for a minute.

"Fang, let's go." I find it a little ironic that he was the one pushing me to get ready, yet here he stands staring at his reflection. I grab his elbow and he shy's away from my touch. "Come on," I say, not ready to give in. His eyes meet mine, and I can see that he's not ready to give in either. "You look fine!" I push, knowing just how to break him.

"No." Just one simple word; one word I'm not familiar with.

"Yes." I pull him to face me. His feet are firmly planted on the ground, so this is about all I can do without the whole situation escalating into a battle of the sexes. (But boy, if I thought only women obsessed over small things like hair too much, he just proved me wrong.) "You," I take a step forward, "push me to leave and here you are. Obsessing over hair that LOOKS PERFECTLY FINE!" I'm yelling now, my body is against his.

He whispers, "You don't understand," and my temper rises. I surprise even myself by standing on my toes (he's so much taller than me) and staring him in the eyes.

"You look perfect." My hand goes up to his hair, "You are perfect." We're kissing, and I know that he's finally broken.

The clock breaks us apart, announcing that it's already 4. Our tour of the facility is at 4:30, and the school is a good 25 minutes away from Mom's. Swearing under my breath, I usher everyone out of the house.

We make it to the school grounds with exactly 10 seconds to spare. How's that for time management?

Fang's POV (Cause what kind of a person would I be if I left it there?)

Principle Nichol is okay; a little loud but all in all a pretty good guy. His hand grips mine firmly and he keeps eye contact the entire time he talks. He explains the history of the Jefferson school district and I can't help but like the place already. He shows us the high points of the facility, we greet the office staff. He stops at room 3; his hand on the door.

"This is Mrs. Hendricks' room. We have a number of other teachers, but she is the only one with openings in her class. Please, come in. She should still be here." We are confronted with a light yellow room. The carpeting is tan; tile is laid out in front of a whiteboard that covers much of the western wall. In the corner sits a woman in her late20's to early 30's working diligently at the paperwork on her desk. Principle Nichol clears his throat, and the woman looks a little startled at the sight of people in her room. She maneuvers around her desk and stops in front of Max and I.

"Hello. I'm Michelle Hendricks'. How do you do?" She asks, shaking our hands.

"Fine, thank you." Max says politely. A quick glance reveals that she's smiling to herself; the first sign that she likes something.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ride are considering sending their girls to our school. Your classroom in particular." Principle Nichols clarifies indifferently.

"Oh," Her face brightens, "It'll be nice to see a few new faces in the fall." She shows us to a couple of seats near her desk, shooing her boss away. Risky move. He bows respectfully and kisses Max's hand.

"I hope you found our school acceptable. We're looking forward to hearing from you again." Glancing one last time at Mrs. Hendricks, he turns on his heels and heads out the door and disappears down the hall.

"Forgive me; I wasn't expecting to see anyone today. That old coot can't seem to remember to tell me these things anymore." Mrs. Hendricks shuts the door behind Principle Nichol and takes a seat behind her desk.

"We're sorry if we interrupted something important, Mrs. Hendricks," Max says her name hesitantly.

"Please, call me Michelle. Mrs. Hendricks is so formal." She adds thoughtfully, "As for interrupting, don't worry about it. I was just working on a seating chart."

"Already?" I ask; it's the first time I open my mouth. Mrs. H- Michelle turns to me and smiles,

"Enrolling students is a little rare this late in June. Not that the time of year matters." A silence passes; Max and I observe the room a little further. 2 windows facing the north; big enough for the girls to get through in a time of extreme emergency. Everything checks out.

Finally, Michelle breaks the silence, "Tell me about your girls. Twin girls, I assume?"

"Yes," I answer, and Max elaborates.

"Star and Sky. Total opposites." I nod in agreement. Next, Max asks, "Do you have any children, Michelle?"

"Me?" Her mouth is open in disbelief, "Ye-yes. One son; Gabriel. He's going to be in this class come September."

"We appreciate your kindness. We'll consider sending our little Angels here in the fall. Good day, Michelle." Max stands. We shake hands and leave. Max is smiling the whole way home. My mind can only form one coherent question. What is with my wife?

Stupid onions; making me cry. Sorry… so what's up with Max? Fake enthusiasm or does she really like Jefferson?

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