Hello readers. I've been giving seriously thinking about that 3rd installment… I have a few tricks up my sleeve as to where to go and where to begin with the next part, but the title still baffles me… hmm…

In any case, read on!

Max's POV

You would not believe how hard it is to hide the fact that you're pregnant from your husband. Every ache is chalked up to spending too much time with the kids. Every mood swing is ignored, because no doubt your husband is scared of what will happen if he dares to point it out. The morning sickness is covered by stress and other characteristics of being a full time mom, and cravings are satisfied behind his back for reasons, whether they are obvious or not.

Sounds of laughter and joy can be heard from my girls, who are having a tea party with their uncle and their father. They saved me a seat to join them, but with my swelling ankles and aching back, I'm opted to lounge on the couch.

Periodically, Fang will sneak away from the kids and check up on his stuffy old wife, an irreplaceable smile playing on his lips.

The minute he sees my sad form, his smile fades and he's thrown into protective mode.

"How you feeling?" He asks, sitting on the edge of the couch. I look up at him with sad brown eyes, and he sucks in his breath. The reason for my melancholy mood is still unknown to him, and the only things my husband can do are brush the hair from my face and hold me close to him. I long so much to tell him that he's going to be a father again, but I can't bring myself to.

"Daddy," the girls cry out. With a sweet kiss, he's vanished into the depths of our girls' room again, and the laughter resumes.

I feel helpless just lying there, silently cursing his name for putting me in this situation and not even knowing it. What's worse is that he's verbally admitted that another child is the last thing we need. Though I have no doubt that as soon as I tell him he'll be all smiles and encouraging words, but deep down I'll never forget that he didn't want the child to begin with.

He's bound to figure it out soon, though. I am not usually one wear my husband's windbreakers around the house, and never have I dared to pair them with colorful sweats. This uncharacteristic fashion statement is likely to cause suspicion on his part, not even factoring in the time of year. Sweats in the summer heat of Arizona? Not something you see too often.

The laughter continued, and my back would not stop aching. Still, I rolled off the couch as soon as I felt myself craving something along the lines of cold pizza.

I wandered over to the box that still sat on the table from dinner and sighed. Only two pieces left.

My cravings were always uncontrollable and unpredictable. With Star and Sky, it seemed as though most things I craved were sensible; things like chocolate or cake… ice cream or tacos. This child here though had to be difficult. Nothing looked good for more than a few minutes, and I found myself piling random ingredients together to satisfy my haywire appetites.

In the end, a total of 3 ingredients ended up mashed between the two slices of pizza. The combination of crunchy peanut butter and pickles, vs. the texture of hot sauce and cold grease did wonders for me. Finally, I licked my fingers and laughed at how silly I must have looked.

My laughter amplified as Fang came into view, a pink tiara placed on top of his head.

"Feeling better I see," He chuckled.

I nodded and said, "Nice tiara," before erupting into a fit of giggles again.

By the look on his face, he had forgotten about the object on his head. Slyly, he gestured towards it and announced, "I'm royalty, you know."

I couldn't reply; every time I opened my mouth, laughter escaped. I hadn't felt this good since my mom died. God I missed my mom.

"I'll be darned." Fang said, coming to my side, "Queens shouldn't cry." I didn't realize it at first, but sure enough, hot tears were spilling from my eyes. Stupid mood swings.

"Missing your mom?" He finally asked. I nodded my head and collapsed into his outstretched arms.

For the longest time, he held me in silence. I felt his hand rubbing my back (which still ached) as the finger of his other hand brushed hair out of my face. Eventually, he took my face in his hands and his thumbs cleared the last few tears from my cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I finally managed to say.

Fang shushed me immediately. "You need a break," was all he said.

"What?"

"Let's get away, just me and you. Spend the weekend to ourselves. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great. We can go house hunting."

His face fell a little, "I was thinking that we could spend the time relaxing. Just being, you know, together."

"I'm thinking of doing something productive this weekend and going house hunting. We'll be together, don't worry. Have someone watch the kids."

He smiled a little at the thought and said, "It's agreed. We'll take the weekend to look for a house."

Eeeeek, a thunderstorm! It's been so long since we last had a real thunderstorm with ground shaking thunder and lightning that lights the whole sky around here. Fun!

Anyhow, I'll make it a priority to write and upload the next chapter as soon as I possibly can. Enough procrastinating. Besides, the next chapter is sure to be interesting. *Cue evil laugh*

Review? Thanks! You guys rock!

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