Kay. Here's the other chapter. Not much to say. Happy holiday break for those of you on it. I expect you people to have lots of free time, as I do, and read+review my story! Cause every comment counts!

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Max

Alright, so maybe Ella had been right and I had been over-reacting because of my awry hormones. And maybe Fang really did love me more than I gave him credit for and maybe my life would be better when this emotion-provoking, brain-cell-sucking being was out of me.

I woke up again in a couple hours, since I was so tired all the time. Fang was still sleeping beside me. I left the room cautiously, trying not to wake him up. I slipped out of the room and, hand on my stomach, crossed into the living room.

"Max!" Angel shrieked as soon as I stepped in the room. She hugged me.

"Hey, Angel," I laughed, hugging her back. "How are you, sweetie?"

"Tired," she said. "Fang made us fly all the way here without stopping."

My jaw dropped. "He did?" I asked. She nodded.

"He really wanted to see you. He was worried about you," she told me. "Every time someone called, he was like, 'OMG, Max?' and the person who called was like, 'Nope, sorry.' Then he was all like, 'Oh. Okay.' "

"What?" I said. Angel shrugged.

"He's totally whipped," she said. "At least, that's what we keep telling him.

Wow. He really was whipped, if he was waiting for my call. That was kind of touching.

"Oh, God!" I gasped as I sat down on the couch.

"What is it?" Ella asked, looking up from the TV.

"The baby's kicking me!" I shrieked. Ella smiled and ran over.

"That's so cool!" she gushed. "Where is it?"

She dropped her hands on my stomach and I moved them to where it was kicking me. Her face brightened as it kicked me again.

"Mom!" Ella shouted. "Come! Come quick!"

My mom rushed into the room and looked at me. "What is it, Max? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Mom," Ella giggled. "Max's baby is kicking!"

"Oh, how exciting!" Mom said and she walked over. It became a giant crowd around me as everybody tried to feel my baby kicking. I'd personally thought it was looking for a way out. But according to my mom, it was just moving around.

I was starving, since I'd never gotten to eat breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and began throwing together a Breakfast-Turned-Lunch-Since-It-Was-Two-In-The-Afternoon. I turned around to put my meal—toast with peanut butter, since that's about all my culinary chops can muster—on the table and jumped a little when I saw Fang sitting there.

"God, Fang!" I said, for probably the zillionth time. "Would it kill you to make a sound once and a while?"

He grinned. "Probably," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"The baby was kicking me," I told him.

"What did you do to it?" he asked jokingly.

"Nothing. It just started kicking me!" I said.

"Max," my mom said from the living room. I took my plate and walked there.

"What?"

"Do you want to go into my office and we can do an ultrasound?" she asked me. "I was waiting for Fang to get here, and now he's here, so I was thinking maybe we should do that."

"Um, first of all," I said, "I don't know what that is, and second, I don't think that it will really matter whether I say yes or no, I'll probably have to go anyway, so I guess yes."

"Alright, then!" she said. "Go get some clothes on and we'll head out."

I nodded and headed for my room with my toast to get some clothes. I pretty much inhaled the food so I wouldn't have to bring it with me. I threw on a blue-ish gray-ish fat person (or maternity, as Ell had called it) camisole and some sweats and returned to the living room. Fang was already standing by the front door with my mom, waiting for me to join them. I slipped on my shoes and we headed out to the car.