Ta-da! I'm at my keyboard again! Please, please don't pelt me with moldy potatoes. I'll be a good writer, and publish this as soon as I finish!

Ahhh! I said DON'T pelt me! Ahhh! Okay, okay, I'm going! Jeez.

Fang's POV

I wasn't sure where I was going. Just, away. I wouldn't be gone forever, though. No, Max was everything to me, Max and the kids, Noah included. Where would I be without them?

I'll tell you where I wouldn't be. I wouldn't be flying down the road in a beat up old minivan. Thinking back, it would have been smarter to actually fly off, not drive. But I was mad, and when I'm mad, nothing I do is logical.

That would be the number one reason I left in the first place. Had work not been like a living nightmare, had Max not looked all depressed when I got home, maybe I would be snuggled under the covers with her at this very moment.

Now, I can't even remember what I said to her exactly, but I knew I was lying. I don't know how I managed to do it, but I walked into that room with a smile on my face and straight out lied to my wife. Somehow, she didn't see through it.

I didn't get promoted. The opposite, actually. Dan thought that I wasn't doing my job efficiently enough, and demoted me again. 2nd time in a year. The 6 to 6 shift? That's the worst shift to have.

I only lied because Max looked stressed and in a bad mood. The last thing I need is my moody wife to know that my paycheck is being cut almost in half. She doesn't need anything else to stress about. That blow up she had because I'll be working 12 hours? That was probably minor, compared to when I tell her I got demoted. I also lied, which doesn't help my sorry behind any. Basically, I'm screwed.

When Max implied that I couldn't handle it… that was my breaking point. Then, she had to point out the obvious and just piss me off even farther. I know she meant nothing when she said "That's a lot of hours" or whatever, but I was done.

After I yelled "It's a lot of money, too." I just had to freaking remember that I'm losing all of that money, not gaining it. I felt like such a damn failure. I couldn't face my wife like that. One more word and I might have killed someone.

I can't believe I made it out of there without any violence. As soon as I got into the minivan, though, the steering wheel felt my wrath. I almost couldn't turn the stupid thing; it was so bent from my rage. There was more of my money, down the drain, all because of my stupid blow up. Of course, this realization made me even angrier.

Finally, a few hours later, my rage was gone. I could face someone without killing them. Maybe.

I was about a mile away from home, when my cell rang. Figuring it was Ella, calling to chew me up and spit me out, I left it alone. I was aiming not to kill someone, not get mad all over again.

A few seconds later, my ringtone when off again. I growled, giving in and checking the caller id.

Max.

I started to panic a little. If she went into labor while I was gone…

"What's wrong?" I asked, swallowing back my alarm.

"First of all, you're an ass." Ella yelled, "And secondly, your wife is in labor, and I can't take her to the hospital in my car."

I swallowed again. This is just what I feared. "Why not?"

"Because, my car is in the shop, and someone has to stay here with the kids. Unless-"

"I got it, I got it. I'll be there in a minute." By now I was a block away, and cursing like no one's business. "Have Max ready to leave."

When I pulled into the driveway, Max immediately climbed into the passenger seat, and Ella put the overnight bag in the back.

In no time, the two of us were taking off, down the highway. Surprisingly, the jam was long forgotten, and I sped to 90 mph. It's amazing that a minivan could go that fast.

I couldn't help but cringe when I walked into the hospital. The smell of disinfectant was the same as always; strong and unpleasant.

Soon Max was placed in a room, and one of the doctors came in.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Mare. You're mom was a great friend of mine. But never mind about that, how are we doing today, Max?"

My wife screamed in reply. Dr. Mare simply said "Not so well, then," and began filling out some chart.

A few minutes later, the doctor spoke again. "Good news. You're almost ready to deliver. Yep, it won't be long now. "

I squeezed Max's hand a little tighter in nervous anticipation. She turned her head to me, and smiled meekly.

Slowly, I kissed the hand I was holding. Aloud I said, "I'll go tell Ella what's going on."

As soon as her sister was informed, I was back by Max's side.

Just before the doctors came back in, ready to give Max the go ahead, she whispered something to me. It went something like, "I like the name Robin."

I didn't get it at first. What about the name Robin? Then in dawned on me; if it was a girl, Max wanted to name her Robin.

"What if it's-" I paused as the doctors walked in, ready to get down to business.

Dr. Mare talked to Max as one of the nurses asked me to follow her. I was then "outfitted" correctly and back into the room we went.

"We've got a Frank Breech baby!" The doctor yelled out.

"What's that mean?"

"Your baby is being born bottom first," a nurse answered. I was still confused. What did that mean?

It seemed like in a blink of an eye, our baby was born.

Dr. Mare shouted suddenly, "She's a bleeder!"

"Wha?" Max slurred. She started to look pale.

"We're losing the mom!" someone else shrieked.

Another doctor approached me. "Come with me, sir,"

"My wife-"

"Please, step outside with me."

As soon as we were out of the room, the new doctor sighed. She began to explain, "You're son was born what we call Frank Breech, meaning that his bottom was the first thing out, and his feet were positioned near his ears. Being born in this position resulted in less air being circulated to his… lungs.

"After delivery, your wife began to bleed excessively. The more blood she loses, the harder the doctors have to work. If she bleeds too much…" she trailed off.

My voice was a little thick. "Is my son," Oh my God, I had a son, "is he okay?"

"He's breathing, but he's struggling to. He'll be fine, though, I assure you."

"And Max?"

The doctor shook her head. "I don't know. It all depends on how much blood she loses."

At that moment, a nurse opened the door, peering out. The look of panic on their face meant something bad was going down.

"Dr. Aldren, she's gone into cardiac arrest."

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