I'm back! Yeah!

A bit of a time lapse here… like 3-4 months worth, sorry.

Max's POV; October

I lay in my bed, cursing my husband's name, not just for putting me in this position. I cursed him for leaving me; I cursed him for letting me go that far. Everything bad that could have possibly happened that day happened because of him. I was sure of it.

Let me start from the beginning.

I was woken up to Fang's cell phone ringing.

He grumbled, untangled himself from me, and answered the call.

Turns out, it was his workplace. His boss wanted him into work ASAP, to work a double shift. 12 hours. 8 to 8.

Fang stupidly agreed. I glared at him as he put on his uniform, and my stupid obviously husband didn't get the hint.

"What?"

"You dropped everything to work another shift without even consulting me?"

He nodded. My glare intensified.

"Should I have asked you first?"

"Yes!"

"Max," he said softly, "I need these hours. The bill collectors only accept hard earned money. I don't think they'll like getting an 'I owe you' if we don't have the cash."

"I know, Fang. Just, ask me next time. I mean, what if I have the baby today, and you're not here?"

"Don't worry about it. If I'm not here, I'll come straight from work."

I frowned, feeling paranoid about not having my husband by my side. I was full term, and it scared me that Fang might not be there when our baby was born. He missed it when I had Star and Sky, after all.

Reluctantly, I let Fang leave. He kissed me goodbye, promising that he'd be home as soon as his shift ended. Like that made me feel any better.

As soon as I heard the car door slam shut, I knew I couldn't just waste the day away. I had to keep myself busy.

With much difficulty, I got to my feet. I shuffled all the way down the stairs of our new house, and into the basement area. My sister was sound asleep, sprawled out across the length of the pull out couch.

I couldn't resist it. I found the shaving cream and squirted it into her outstretched hand. Taking the corner of a blanket, I reached down to tickle Ella's nose.

At the last second, white foam was slapped into my face.

Ella was cracking up. She cringed at my glare, but still managed to hold her sides in pure hysterics. I was so glad she was having a good time.

"How…?" I couldn't even speak, I was so confused, upset, and ultimately foamy.

"I heard you waddling down the stairs," She wheezed, "And I could feel your breath tickling my hair."

I just stared at her in disbelief. How could she be so devious? Scratch that, she must have learned from the best; me! Ha!

Finally, when her laughter subsided, she caught at glimpse at the clock.

"What," She asked, "are you doing up at this un godly hour!"

"You're 23, Ells. Most 23 year olds get up before noon."

"Please, Max. The only one in this house up before the sun is Fang."

I nodded. She had a point.

"Where is Fang, anyways? I don't smell coffee or pancakes."

I rolled my eyes. "Is that all you're here for? Free food?"

My baby sister giggled. "Not entirely. Technically I'm here to babysit you; the food's just an added bonus."

"Babysit?" I squeaked, "We asked you to stay with us so that I'm not alone when the baby comes." Subconsciously, I laid my hand on my stomach.

"So, to babysit you while you're husband plays provider. You never told me where he is, by the way."

I sighed. "He's at work. Boss called him in early for a double shift."

"It's good that he's working more, though. You're house needs to get paid off eventually. How much is it… 1,800 a month?"

"Yeah," It didn't make me feel any better, but there was some kind of logic there. I just didn't want to admit it.

Later that night, around 9, Fang finally walked through the front door.

I heard him sneak down the hallway and check on the kids, probably unbelieving that they were already asleep. Then, quietly, he opened our bedroom door.

I was in a bad mood, clearly in our room to be alone. My husband didn't seem to get that.

"Hey, Max. Sorry I'm late. Horrible traffic, backed up for miles." The smile in his tone surprised me… he made it sound as everything was just perfect.

"What're you so happy about?" I grumbled.

He just smirked a little more. "I, um, got a promotion today…"

His news did make me smile, a tiny bit at the least. "Really?"

He nodded excitedly. "Effective immediately. Dan wants me there bright and early, 6 to 6, everyday."

My smile faded. 12 hours a day every work day? I didn't think I could handle that amount of time away from him, especially with a child due any day now.

"Fang, 12 hours is a long time. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Now his smile faded. "You don't think I can handle it?"

"What? No. It's just, 12 hours is a lot of time."

"A lot of money, too, Max." Fang said, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Out!"

I glared at him as he stormed away, feeling as if I just drove him to leave.

No, I decided, even if it was permanent, he made the choice to leave. I just didn't stop him.

Wow. I know some of you guys are probably like; Fang isn't the much of a jerk! He'll come back!

You'll just have to wait until the next chapter to see.

In the mean time, review? It would be much appreciated.

~Faxisthegreatest123~