I'm back again. Didn't I tell you I would update as soon as possible? :D

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Max's POV

"Thanks so much for taking the kids this weekend." I said, giving Danielle a hug. She smiled and told us it was their pleasure, and I couldn't help but offer a small grin of my own. The kids are in good hands.

Star and Sky ran up and placed kisses on our cheeks before running off again.

"They always come over and help Iggy in the kitchen. It's so cute." Danielle noted.

We watched as they attempted to help, already covered in flour. Laughter erupted as my make-shift brother picked up Noah and spun him around, finally deciding to flick dough on the little boy's nose. Noah responded by grabbing two handfuls of cookie mix and smearing it all over Iggy's cheeks.

At that moment it was all out war. Iggy chased the kids around the small kitchen, all the while being pelted with chocolate chips. He managed to scoop up Sky and carry her to where Danielle, Fang and I were watching in safety.

With a cheesy smile, my daughter reached out and caked Danielle's face in sticky dough. I laughed as she blinked in surprised, counted to ten, and then ran after the child, already plotting revenge.

Now Iggy, Fang and I stood, staring awkwardly into the kitchen area.

"Looks like you have everything under control," I commented.

"Yeah, you're kids sure know how to make a mess, don't they?"

I looked up at him, "Are you sure you guys are okay taking care of them? It might get a little cramped around here…"

"It's fine, Max. The house can fit all of us. They'll have to sleep in the living room, but we have sleeping bags and even a spare mattress. It's cool."

"Okay," I huffed in defeat. I didn't have a thing to worry about… it worried me.

"Go," Iggy urged, "Have a good weekend. And remember… whatever happens in your hotel room, stays in your hotel room."

My face turned red, "Shut up!"

Fang pushed Iggy's head on the way out, and with a final wave, we were off to enjoy a weekend to ourselves…

Getting ready for bed that night was torture. The AC in the hotel was broken, and I swear I was about to melt in Fang's hoodie.

My husband crawled into bed with just his boxers on and gave me a look as if I was crazy.

"Aren't you warm with that windbreaker on?"

"I'm fine," I lied. The sweat on my forehead was going to give me away, I just knew it.

"You sure?" He asked.

I assured him that I was fine, and he sighed. His eyes were wary as he leaned in to kiss me goodnight, but otherwise the subject was dropped.

In the morning, after taking a cold shower, we decided to get breakfast someplace.

The name of the little restaurant escaped me, but the food was good and the service was not that bad.

We made the executive decision to eat light, and each order just a regular sized plate.

When the waiter came out, the food smelled delicious, but I felt a bit nauseated by the site. That could not be good.

In midst of our meal, Fang suddenly asked, "So how many rooms do are we looking for?"

A simple question, a simple answer. "Five," I said automatically.

"What will we do with the spare?"

Hold on-spare? The kids each get a room, and Fang and I get the masters.

"Spare," I finally asked.

"Max, unless you want a room to yourself," He chuckled, "Then there is going to be a spare."

"Oh," was all I replied. I waited for that nauseous feeling to pass, before adding, "Well, if we have another baby… anytime in the near future…"

Immediately, he sighed. "Max, sweetheart," He said, "I already-"

I held up my index finger, swallowing back the stuff that wanted to come back out.

After a second, I let him continue.

"What I'm trying to say is that I already-" but again, he was cut off. I was too busy racing to the bathroom, which luckily was free, and sinking to my knees, letting the process of morning sickness begin.

Out of nowhere, Fang walked through the locked door and startled me by holding my hair out of my face.

When I finally finished, I leaned against him. "Guess you know, now."

"I've known."

"When'd you figure it out?"

"Somewhere between the bizarre cravings, the mood swings… the fact that you continuously where my windbreakers." His tone was light, but there was a hint of hurt somewhere behind that mask.

"I'm sorry," I began. He simply shushed me and asked,

"Why didn't you tell me, Max?"

I recalled the night of my return, and he winced at my words. At my final point, he placed his hands on my cheeks and replied,

"I was mad. The girls broke something that took time to make. I shouldn't have said that I didn't want another child… Max, I didn't mean it."

I smiled, "I know you didn't."

"Next time, please tell me, Max. Even if I get upset and say we don't need another child, okay?"

I nodded my head, closed my eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, you'll still love the baby, no matter what?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it, you know?

"I'll love every child that we have," He drawled, "Even if they aren't mine."

We laughed together, standing off the floor.

His voice startled me, when he spoke again,

"It is mine, right?"

I gave his shoulder a little shove and smiled brightly. My family is the greatest.

Yeah! I finished the chapter! Whoo-hoo.

I don't know much about real estate, and you'll be able to tell that in the next few chapters. Ha.

A quick side note… congratulations to all of the high school graduates out there… you deserve to be recognized. :D

~Faxisthegreatest123~