Hey! I'm half-pleased to say that I'm ALMOST FINISHED THE STORY! Keep in mind that I'm ten chapter ahead of you people. But, don't be sad. I'm writing a sequel, with a different main couple TBA at a later date. There'll be a lot of POV switching 'n' stuff. Anyway, I really hope you like the story still and are going to keep reading.

I still don't own Maximum Ride, and I also don't own Google, just FYI. Thought I'd add that, since there is a mention of it.

Chapter Thirty

Max

I called Fang every single night, even when there was nothing to say. It helped remind me that it wouldn't be too long before we could see each other again. Our relationship had gotten so fluffy since he'd gotten back. But as far as I was concerned, it didn't matter. Sure, it was kind of sickening, especially for the third-party. But hey, it worked.

Since there wasn't much to do during the day but tidy, which neither Iggy, Nudge, or I cared to do, and it wasn't exactly like we could just randomly fly around in the middle of the city—we'd learned a long time ago that that didn't go over so well with the city folk—all that was left was to watch the news for more Itex events.

There weren't very many.

For weeks, the biggest thing I did was stare at my abdomen, waiting for chance. There wasn't much. I would slide my hand across it, trying to see if there was a slant. Nothing. I started to wonder how long this took. Surely it couldn't be that long. I figured the time line I'd given Fang, which was five months, was, like, Super-Late-Worst-Case-Scenario.

So, finally, I broke down and decided to do some research. It wasn't like I'd never done it before, or anything. I opened a Google page and typed in Pregnancy. I was instantly overloaded with webpage after webpage. I picked the one at the top and waited for it to load. My mom's computer was much faster than Fang's laptop back home, so the page popped up almost the second that I clicked on the link.

Congratulations! Now, you know you're expecting. Here is a little bit of information on what it's going to be like for the next nine months, until baby comes.

Crap, nine months?

For the next nine months, a little human will be growing inside you. By the time you're a few months in, you'll definitely be able to see that your stomach is rounding out to fit the little baby. It will take the food that you eat and use it as its own, so it's a good idea to eat right while you're pregnant. There is no smoking or drinking allowed while you're pregnant. It can harm the baby and it can be born with mental and physical defects.

You're baby has ears, and can somewhat hear what's outside of the womb, so you can talk to your baby. Eventually it will start to recognize its parents voices, and the voices of whoever speaks to or around it frequently.

I didn't want to read any more. It was still bothering me that I would have to carry this for nine months. I closed the window and stared at the blank screen. A few footsteps came up behind me and a hand rested on my shoulder. Nudge peered around me to look at my face.

"Max?" she said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm fine. Just a little…" I searched for the right words, but couldn't think of one.

"Confused?" Nudge supplied. I nodded.

"Yeah, kind of." I spun the chair around so I was looking at her face, throwing a playful scowl on my face. She jumped back, surprised by my sudden change. "But you better not tell anyone about that." I said. "You know that Angel would be all over me, telling me how she should be leader."

Nudge giggled. "Yeah. You're right," she said. She made a gesture like locking her lips. "My lips are sealed. No one will hear a thing from me."

"Good. I'll hold you to that," I said, now grinning. "In the meantime, I could really go for some chocolate chip cookies."