Max POV
When we reached our destination, Colorado, I basically ran out of the plane. I started pushing people and they weren't too happy about it, but getting a glare from Fang who was right on my tail, made them shut up real quick.

We were in the airport and I'm laying on the ground, panting, trying to get myself together. Again.

Fang is standing over me, chuckling, about to burst into a round of laughter.

"Not funny....gonna be sick...."

"Come on, we gotta go," he grabs my hand and pulls me up. I tumble a little.

We walk over to the thing that's supposed to shoot our bags out. I wrote,

THIS BELONGS TO MAX. TOUCH, YOU DIE.

On mine in bright red. Then I wrote,

THIS BELONGS TO FANG. TOUCH, YOU DIE. On his. Should be very convincing.

I saw them and we picked them up. Iggy said they got us a cab for when we get here. What do you know! There is one. With a big sign with our names on it. How convenient.

"Sup," Fang says to the guy.

"Max and Fang?"

We nodded and he let us in the car. I fell asleep on the way to the hotel.

(awe-some invi-sible li-ne!!!!)

"Max, we're here,"

"Wuh?"

"We are here," Fang said slowly laughing.

"Oh,"

I got out and he took both of our bags. We checked in at the service desk, and took the STAIRS to our room. Not the super claustrophobic elevator.

I opened the door with our key and started to walk in, until Fang grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back.

"What?" I asked.

"I have to carry you in,"

"You make no sense."

He threw the bags in the room and picked me up bridal style (literally!) I get it now! I always wondered why they called it bridal style....

He kicked the door closed and we landed on the bed. He immediately began kissing me. My lips, my neck...but I want to take a shower first.

"Let me take a shower first,"

"Nope," he whispers.

"Fang, let me take a shower."

"Uh uh,"

I giggle and push him off me. I grab my uh, skimpier pajamas that Nudge and Ella FORCED me to get at Victoria's Secret and went in the bathroom.

At first I feel like a straight up whore wearing this stuff. It shows so much skin....

And it's black. Fang's favorite color. And lacy. Like the top part's a normal bra, with all designs to cover most of my boobs. And the bottom is like a skirt kinda, but it has very sheer panties under it. The design on the skirt is like on the bra part. Doesn't cover up everything, but enough. I do take a shower and get into my lacy whoreish Pjs. I open the door slowly because of my own nerves. And look at Fang. In his boxers, those amazing abs visible.

He looks at me and his jaw drops to the floor. Almost literally.

I blush, hard. My face must look like an apple.

"Max...."

"Like it?" I ask nervously.

"Um.....yeah. A lot."

I walk slowly towards him. His eyes never leave me, running up and down my body. I blush again. Stupid blood.

I'm standing in front of him now, he's sitting on the bed, legs over the edge, mouth still open.

"So...." I say awkwardly and suddenly grabs me and tosses me on the bed and starts kissing me. As usual, my heart speeds up and my breaths quicken.

He shifts so that he's straddling me and I drag my fingers slowly down his spine, barely touching his skin. I feel him shudder. He's kissing my shoulders now, dragging down the straps of the bra with his teeth.

Guess he lives up to his name.

I feel something stick me in the thy. I chuckle but don't say anything.

"What?"

"Nothing,"

He starts sliding the bottoms down and thus began our honeymoon night.

Until my phone started ringing.

And because I'm so incredibly paranoid, I reached over to answer it. Who would dare call me on our honeymoon?! Ugh!

"Hello?" I said angrily.

"Max! I'm so sorry! I tried to stop them! Evan kept throwing water in my face and turning my hair blue!" Nudge rambled.

I sighed. "Put em on."

"Mommy!" All three of them said at once.

"This is Mommy, how may I help you?" I said in an announcer voice. They love when I do that.

"We miss you!"

"Auntie Nudge makes us go to bed early!"

"I wanted some chicken but she wouldn't let me have any!"

"Alright, can we calm down please? Look, Mommy and Daddy are busy. Just listen to Auntie Nudge and we'll see you when we get back okay?"

"WE WANNA TALK TO DADDY!" Alright then..... I lifted the phone up to him.

"Yo,"

I could hear them yelling through the phone saying the same things they told me.

"I miss you too....what did you say about chicken?.....just be good. We'll see you in a few days."

"GIVE THE PHONE BACK TO MOMMY!" Charlotte yelled. He did as she said.

"Whaaaaaat?" I whined getting more irritated. The wonderful world of kids. Joy.

"Bring us back suh-thin. We talk to you layer. Bye bye," Jamie quickly hung up. That conversation was needed.....why?

I returned the phone back to the dresser and let Fang finish what he started.....

(awesome invisible LINE!!!!!)

Sigh. Who could have had a more amazing night? It was pure bliss. Right now is pure bliss too actually. I'm laying across Fang's bare chest, just waking up. I smile but don't open my eyes. From Fang's breathing I can tell he's still asleep. I decide to open my eyes and look at him. He just looks so cute! Yeah that's right. I said it. Cute.

He has this little snore that you can barely hear, it's so faint. This is the kind of sleeping I love when Fang has and I just watch him. It's so peaceful and like he's dreaming of something so calming. I see his lip twitch which is his version of a smile while he's dreaming. You can see his eyeballs moving fast behind his eyelids from the dream. I wonder if I can sneak into his head and see what he's dreaming about again.

FangDreamFangDreamFangDreamFangDream.....

The scene changes like last time, except it leads to a beach. Our little family, me, Fang, Char, Jamie, and Evan, are there. The kids are playing in the water. We're watching them smiling. I lean my head over and rest it on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around mine. Then run up and start splashing us with water, Evan using his hands.

Then it shifts to a time when I was pregnant. With Evan, I think, because it's just the Flock. Me and Fang go for a walk since I can't fly. My stomach is huge, so it must be around the second or third trimester.

"I wonder what it's like to be parents....." Fang said.

"You'll find out soon enough,"

"I think....I think I already like it."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, the fact that I can say 'My son' now, is just....really awesome, I guess." I laughed.

"I'm glad you think so."

"Max......I just love you so much." I touched his cheek and lightly kissed him.

"I love you too,"

I snapped back to reality. He was just starting to wake up. I love to be able to see what he's dreaming. They're always so detailed and clear. It's almost like real life. Like I'm actually there.

He squeezed his eyes closer shut, licking his lips then opened them. He looked right down at me and kissed my forehead.

"Morning,"

"Morning," I said smiling.

He closed his eyes again. I tapped his face.

"Nope. Can't go back to sleep."

"Why? It's my honeymoon. And the kids aren't here," he whined.

"Yes, but it's our honeymoon, and I'm here. So let's do something."

"Like what? We did everything last night," he said with a straight face. I playfully shoved his shoulder.

"Other than that."

"Let's walk around the city."

"Walk around the city? That really doesn't sound like us,"

"Well what would you suggest, Mrs. Ride?"

"I suggest...." I thought for a second. "......we go see the remains of the E-Shaped house."