So I am FINALLY back. Sorry for the wait. It's kind of hard, trying to find time to write now a days. Over the summer I'll be updating pretty regularly, but until then, you get random chapters. Oh well, Random is good (mostly).

From the top with Fang's POV

Sighing heavily, I sunk down onto the couch. Max gave me a worried look, and reached a hand out to touch my cheek.

"I'm sorry. Do you want any ice?"

I pushed her hand lightly aside, "I'm fine."

"I really didn't mean to hit you that hard. You sure you don't want any ice?"

"I'm fine, really."

"I still feel bad…" she clarified, standing slowly.

"Max," I called out. Being stubborn as usual, she refused to turn around and continued to the kitchen. I sighed again and stood; this argument was far from over.

I snaked my arms around her waist as she searched the freezer. I smirked when she jumped, but quickly regretted it because the pain in my cheek flared again. Not that I told her that.

"Max, I'm alright. Really; don't worry about it."

She shivered against me, "Are you sure…?"

"Enough." I paused before adding, "Tell me about Delaware." The smile on her face was impossible to look past.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"I'm positive." I answered honestly, giving her a small kiss. "Tell me everything." I watched as my wife's face lit up, and somewhere deep inside of me, I knew that I was truly at one with her.

And Max's POV

"And, oh, Fang, I've missed you guys so much!" I concluded, burying my head into his chest.

As soon as I felt his hand combing through my hair, I know what his reply would be.

"We've missed you too." It's not so much what he said that I anticipated, but more so his actions. Just as I thought he would, Fang slowly wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head. I smiled. He's so predictable.

We sat like this for a whole minute or two before the peace and silence was broken. The sound of glass shattering made me cringe, and Fang jumped into action.

"I don't care who did it, I just want to know what you broke!" It's weird, but it sounded as though Fang recited this speech time and time again. Since when?

I was jolted out of my confusion when I heard my husband bark,

"I turn my back and something get's smashed, huh? Well you 3 are lucky no one was hurt!" Promptly after this was said, Fang stormed into the kitchen and threw something on the table.

"I try to do something nice, something surprising, and it get's broken." He was muttering darkly, "I didn't want a kid in the first place. And I thought having 2 was hard. Just imagine if we had another kid." My heart sank as he scoffed at the very thought. Oh, honey, if only you knew.

Still, I stood and swallowed the sinking feeling in my gut. Forcing concern, I asked,

"What was that back there?"

Fang grunted, "I was going to surprise you, but, here." He shoved a picture frame into my hands. "I know how much you miss your mom, so... I found this and I thought of you."

In a broken picture frame, a piece of paper was barely visible through the shattered glass.

Mothers and daughters
Were daughters and mothers
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time's endless row.

Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.

I'll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I'll have what I most need.

So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.

Underneath the words sat a picture of my mom and I from a few years back. The memory of the photo was almost overwhelming, it was so vivid.

4 years ago I was honored as a first time mother in May. Sky and star were just a month old, and my mom had done so much for them already. She helped us decorate their entire room and bought all of the furnishings for us. We told her numerous times that we were capable of doing this on our own, but she laughed and said,

"I'm a grandma now. It's my job." She wouldn't accept money of any kind for her deeds, but insisted that a picture be taken to remember my very first mother's day. With Sky cradled in her arms, and Star resting in mine, Fang snapped a picture.

Our smiles were both so bright, and we looked so much alike in this photograph that my eyes began to water.

"I love it." I managed to say before I choked on sobs. Fang rubbed my back gently between my wings and the silence was just what I needed.

By the time my girls and Noah braved their way out of their room, my tears were gone but not forgotten. A small grin pulled at the corners of my mouth as Sky asked,

"Mommy, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, baby. I just… I just figured out what I needed most."

"What did you need most, Aunt Max?" Noah shyly stepped forward.

"I needed you guys, and you have no idea how much you all mean to me."

Star held her arms open wide, "This much, mommy?"

"Even more than that."

Awe. Another cute chapter.

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And now my computer is starting to annoy me, so peace.

The site to the poem will be posted on my profile.

~Faxisthegreatest123~