"Anyone up for breakfast?" I asked with a cheesy smile.

"What is going on here?" Iggy asked. "I can't…see!"

Gazzy laughed. "Well, Angel said something cool was going on."

"I know that. But what's happening?"

"Well, Ig. When two people love each other very much-"

"That's not what happened!" I cut him off. "Please, just shut up for a minute so I can explain!" I screamed. They turned silent, spiraling down to the ground lightly.

"Go ahead Max, but we already know what happened." Angel giggled, sitting down on the bolder.

"No, you don't know what happened." I sat up. Fangs arm was limp around my shoulders; his jacket lay across our legs. The grass was soft beneath us. "Fang, uh, tell 'em."

Fang's face looked shocked, he stared at me. His gorgeous big eyes in pain. "Well, uh. Max and I spent that night, together."

Gazzy chuckled. "That's sure obvious."

"No, not like that. Nothing like that happened. I mean yes, Max and I love each other very much. But we're too young, and wouldn't harm the flock in that way."

Angel's eyes were wide. "But aren't we kinda family?" She whispered. Suddenly I froze. Were we really kinda family? But I love Fang, I mean I love them all, but I love Fang in a different way. I mean I guess, uh.

Yes your family but your also separate people, and your love for Fang is true love. So tell Angel the truth. Your family. But a connection between you and Fang make you inseparable. It's a mix-matched family.

"Angel sweetie, we are family. But the connection between me and Fang," I looked down at my knees. "Is inseparable. We're a mix-matched perfect family."

Bingo.

Fang smiled at me, his perfect glorious smile. "She's right Ang, we're one perfect family! Now who wants breakfast?"

Breakfast was served in a small bakery like diner. We all crammed into one booth. Me, Fang and Iggy on one side, Angel, Gazzy and Total (hidden in Angel's backpack.) sat on the other.

We ordered a bunch of Muffins and told the waitress to keep our coffee coming.

As we ate, Fangs hand found mine, intertwining in each other on his legs. I smiled at him. Angel smirked at me and whispered "Max and Fang sitting in a tree…k-i-s-s-i-n-g." I kicked her lightly with my boot.

This was going to be one tough day.

It must have been high 80's low 90's outside. A gorgeous day for flying, if you've never flown in weather like this. Well, what kind of rock have you been living under?

"I think we should try to get over to Russia today." Iggy sighed.

"Okay, let's move out."

We didn't make it to Russia. After saving Total two times while flying of the Atlantic. I gave up. Total, who was flying with Angel, because he was still incompetent with his wings.

It turns out we ended up in old Parie. Small French in Hotel Bailli de suffren Eiffel Tower. The most romantic hotel in Paris. Only three occupants per room, and one pet.

Which means, Angel, Iggy, Gazzy and Total in one room.

Fang and I… in the other.