Chapter Eleven

Fang's POV

"I don't know how you put up with her, dude." Iggy commented quietly, trying not to wake up my pregnant wife. Ha, I never thought I'd say either of those words about Max but they were so honestly true that I was blubbering in my thoughts nonstop about it.

"Max?" I asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

Iggy rolled his seeing eyes. "No, the Dolly Llama."

"She's not that bad, is she?" I asked, ignoring his sarcasm. "I mean, no more than usual?"

"Ha, I actually want the old Max back. This new, hormonal Max is driving everyone crazy, Fang." Iggy admitted.

"Faaaaaaaaaaanggggggg!" Max yelled from the living room. I turned back to Iggy for a second but he was nowhere to be seen. I scanned the skies and saw the coward flying high in the air, his skin glittering faintly in the sunlight.

"I'm coming." I muttered and got up off of the porch steps.

When I entered the living room, I saw that the rest of the Martinez's were there as well. Dr. Mom flew in from Arizona early this morning and Ella was the first person I saw running through the door to greet my wife. They even brought Total along to see the baby's birth. Unfortunately, that meant that Jeb was here too.

"Faaaaaaaaaaangggggg!" Max yelled again even though I knew that she saw me standing there.

"Oh, dear. I think she's going into labor." Dr. Mom said.

"Where are the Cullen's!" Max screeched, gripping my hand for dear life.

"They didn't want to disturb our guests. I think they went over to Jake and Nessie's new place." I admitted, trying to convey the fact that Jasper hasn't hunted in a while and her family was completely human.

"I'll go get Dr. Carlisle." Angel piped up. Her and Gasman were playing with Nudge, though why Iggy didn't come sit with his girlfriend is beyond me.

"No need." Iggy commented, walking through the door. Speak of the devil. "I flew over there to get them the second I heard Max's scream. Figured it couldn't hurt."

Carlisle and Edward were the first ones to make it back, followed by Bella, Nessie, Jake, Bex, Collin, and Seth.

"Okay, I'm gonna need most of you to clear out of the room." Carlisle instructed quietly. "Its too late for her to be moved anywhere, so we'll have to make due here."

"Kids, why don't you go play outside?" Edward advised and Bex, Gasman, Angel, Seth, Nudge, and Iggy left. "Jake, can you and Renesme keep an eye on them?"

Jake nodded and he and his wife followed the misfit group outside. "You too, Collin." Edward said, noticing how uncomfortable I was with another guy in here, possibly getting to see my wife so intimate.

Collin let out a pained whine and glanced at Ella for permission. The two hadn't seen each other since the double wedding two and a half weeks ago and judging by their appearances, neither of them were doing well without the other.

Collin's normally short hair had started to grow out a little bit and he looked a little bit like a stoner. Ella looked even worse. Her eyes had huge bags under them and it looked like she hadn't bathed during the entire separation.

"Ella, just go." Max barked, obviously seeing the same thing that I did. Her sister's face lit up in a brilliant smile as she darted out the door with her imprinter. Max glared at Jeb and barked, "You can go too."

"Can't a father be present for his grandchild's birth?" Jeb asked and I had to resist the urge to club him for acting so innocent. Did he forget that he was the whole reason we were like this? That we had wings? That we didn't want our kid to have anything to do with him? He couldn't seriously be that naïve, could he?

"A father could." Max growled and Jeb smiled lightly, but she wasn't through yet. "But you, Jeb, are not a father to me by a long shot."

"Max, isn't that a little harsh?" Dr. Mom asked as she smoothed back Max's sweaty hair.

My beautiful Max glared at her mother too. "No. I don't think it is. Now, if you want to take his side, then you can get out too. But I'd rather you didn't…I need my mom."

Dr. Mom smiled at Max before shooting a pleading look at Jeb. He reluctantly got the hint and was about to leave the room when suddenly, Rosalie was in the room and pushing him out of the house.

"I believe the lady asked you to leave." She stated as she used a little too much force to push him towards the backyard.

"What are you?" Jeb asked panicky as he landed in the dirt on his butt.

Rosalie just laughed. "Girls can't work out?"

I ignored their conversation when Max squeezed my hand again, this time breaking bones.

"You are so lucky that I love you." I almost growled.

"Right back at ya." Max replied, still a smart-aleck even in labor. Man, I love this girl.

"Okay, get ready to push hard in a few seconds." Carlisle said, looking under the sheet that Edward found to cover Max the best he could. Thank you.

"Now." Carlisle instructed and Max's grip on my hand tightened yet again as the lower part of her body started contracting.

"I hate you so much right now! How could you do this to me! You son-of-a…AAAAAAHHHH!" Max's ramble was cut off by an involuntary scream.

"The baby's head is crowning; it'll only be one more good push and then you'll get to meet your child." Edward commented.

"You did this to me! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Max continued to scream, punching my arm with all of her might as Dr. Mom tried to calm her.

A smile lit up my face. "No you don't." I teased, trying to avert her attention from the pain. "You loooooovvvee me." I said smugly.

A teeny tiny smile crept on her face before she gripped my hand tighter again and let out a glass shattering scream.

"You did very good, Max." Carlisle cooed in a calming manner. "Fang come cut the cord real quick so Edward can clean him off."

"Him?" I asked in disbelief, momentarily letting go of Max's hand to cut the umbilical cord like any proud father.

Carlisle just nodded. "You have a very healthy baby boy."

The smile on my face was practically reaching my eyes as I laid eyes on my very pick, sticky, seemingly normal little boy.

"I have a son!" I shouted happily and cheers erupted in the backyard.

When Edward finally had him cleaned up and in a tiny diaper and blanket, he handed our son to Max who had just finished pushing out the after birth and looked too exhausted to move. I joined her on the couch and wrapped one arm around her back to pull our little family closer to me.

My other hand swept over my son's features, memorizing the feeling of his soft skin under my hand. When I got to his back, I held me breath, not sure if I wanted to feel the beginnings of wings or not.

"Does he have them?" Max whispered, eyeing her mother and Edward deep in conversation.

I nodded, slightly relieved, and flipped our sleeping baby on his stomach so she could see. I was starting to think that he looked just like Max until I saw those wings. Black as midnight with light brown specks the way Max's had through her tan ones.

Max kissed in between the baby's wings before we flipped him back over. He instantly snuggled up against Max's chest and I couldn't contain the smile on my face.

I patted his brown-blonde hair, running my fingers from the back of his fuzzy head to the top of his forehead in amazement of how much hair he already had. His skin was slightly pink still from birth but it looked like he was going to be a little bit darker color than Max, but no where near my olive skin tone. I was fine with that. The more he looked like Max, the better.

"So, did you guys decide on a name yet?" Dr. Mom asked curiously. "I have to know what to call my grandson when I hold him for the first time."

"I liked the name Journey, you know, since that was kind of how he got here. The journey we've been on since cages…" I said, uncharacteristically blubbering.

"Isn't that sort of a strange name for a boy instead of a band?" Edward asked even though he already knew my comeback because he was in my thoughts.

"His parent's names are Maximum and Fang. He got off easy." I said with a chuckle.

"Wait…I changed my mind." Max said quietly in my ear. "I…I want to name him after my brother." She stuttered and I knew she was willing herself not to cry. Ari's death had been really hard on her, especially considering he expired in her arms.

"Whatever you want, babe." I whispered back, planting a kiss on baby no-name's head.

"Mom, I'd like to introduce you to Arian Journey Ride, your grandson." Max stated as I placed my son in Dr. Mom's arms, not letting go of Max for a second.


AN: Well, there you have it. Max and Fang had a little boy who does in fact have wings like them. Arian Journey Ride. I hope you like it :)