Max and Maria hadn't spoken in two weeks. He'd tried to call her but she'd hang up. He just wanted to tell her what she meant to him. That he never thought of her as Liz, not once. He finally gave up and decided to go over to her house. He sat on the sofa as Mrs. Deluca went to get Maria. He stood quickly wiping the sweat from his hands on his jeans.

"Maria,…"

"What are you doing here, Max?" She asked.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"Max,…I'm really not in the mood."

Max walked over to her. "Maria, you have to know that I meant everything that I said to you. You're the one I love."

Maria sat down on the edge of the chair. She grabbed her stomach as her body was filled with nausea. Her face turned pale white.

Max knelt down next to her. "Maria, are you okay?"

"I don't know." She said covering her mouth. "I've been sick for a few days now."

"You need to see a doctor."

Maria looked into Max's eyes. She could see the concern in them. "I don't need to see a doctor, Max. I know why I'm sick, I just don't understand why so soon?"

Max stood up looking down at her. "Maria,…"

She looked up at him. "I'm pregnant. But I shouldn't know that, not two and a half weeks later." She paused. "I'm human."

Max rubbed the back of his head as he took a seat on the edge of the coffee table. His heart racing with concern. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I'm terrified." She said as a tear fell from her eyes.

Max reached out and took her by the hand. "We'll go through this together. I'll find out everything we need to know."

"How?"

Max stood up and walked over to the window. He turned back to look at her. "I'll go to Tess. She'll know."

Maria stood up. "No. No, Max, I don't want her near me or my child."

"She's the only one that knows about us. About what we're cable of." He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay, Maria. I want let anything happen to you. To our baby." He pulled her in close hugging her.

"Baby, what baby?" Mrs. Deluca said as she entered the room from the hallway.

Max stepped back from Maria. "Mrs. Deluca,…"

"What's going on? Mmm. You too are best friends, how did this happen?" Her voice raised with anger. "Tell me."

"Mom, calm down."

"Do not tell me to calm down. My daughter just told me that she's pregnant. My seventeen year old daughter is pregnant."

Maria started to sweat. Her face turning pale, her eyes rolling back into her head. Max caught her as she fell slowly to the ground.

"Maria,… Max, what's wrong with her?" Mrs. Deluca cried.

Max lifted her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, lying her carefully on the bed. "I need you to get some ice. A lot of ice." He looked over his shoulder at Mrs. Deluca. "Now. She's burning up."

"Alright." She said as she begin to cry.

"Maria,…" Max said as he pushed her hair back. "I want let anything happen to you. I want." He placed his hand on her stomach. He could feel the spirit of his unborn child. He could tell that something serious was wrong. He just had to talk to Tess.