Sorry it took me so long, guys. Hopefully the next caphter will come faster! I'm going to start writing it when I'm done uploading this chapter!

Please forgive the Type-Os

So..this is an update on this chapter. I just added in some lines, to make it clearer to read. I forgot too when I first updated this XD

Max's POV

A week has gone by since I've found out I was going to have a baby. The doctor told me what to do, what's healthy to eat and do, and what's not. She said if I have any questions or problems, I can just call her.

It has been decided by Fang that I'm living with him and his family from now on (He wants me to stay untill I can move into my own place, but I know that's not going to happen). He said he called his mom when she was still in Maine, and told her everything that happened to me (minus the abusive step father, though), and that Robert is going to be away for another week, and that I'm going to spend the Holidays with them.

After all of this, I forgot that it was almost Christmas. Sure, the fact that it's starting to snow is an indicator that winter has came...

Riv came back a couple of days ago. They bought an 300 year old book of poems and a rare silent film for an old fashion projector at the auction. She said that people got into bidding wars, and that it was fun to watch the old people throw trash talk to each other.

Dressed in the clothes Riv brought over for me, I waited out side in the cold breeze while Fang talks to the doctor about the situation (me living with him). Not too long after that, he came out. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and started to lead me the way to his house.

The walk wasn't as long as I thought it would be. The wind peirced through my turtle neck, make goosbumps apear on my skin. Whenever I'd shiver, I'd walk closer to Fang, who then smirk and act like he wasn't cold. [Insert this face - -_- here].

We arrived to his house, where I slowed down to a slow walk, untill I stopped at the steps of the front porch.

Fang slowed down next to me. "What's wrong, Max?" He said, his face still indifferent.

I wasn't sure why I was uncertain. Maybe it was the change in envirement...no..I'm actually looking forward for a safe place to relax...but it will be a rather dramatic change...For a long time I've went to sleep feeling like I'm in consent danger.. Now that I'm with child, I'll never be able to sleep if I still have to stay in that house. Weather or not Robert is still there. I spent a long time being tortured. I never let my gaurd down, even when I went to bed at night.

Or, maybe it's because of the kid, I'm resisting. Maybe it's because I don't know what Fang's mom would think of me...I know that it isn't Fang's kid, and I didn't really have a choice in the matter...but, still..maybe she'll just see another despret teenage girl who wears tight skirts to get a boyfriend...not that I have, but...

Or maybe I'm just being silly.

I shook my head, and mattered a "Nothing" with a small smile on my lips.

Fang nodded, but didn't seem to believe me. I'm just glad he didn't push it right before entering his house. He reached for the door nob, and opened the door.

Right when I stepped in and removed my jacket, Fang's mother came from the kitchen with flower on her nose and dough sticking on her fingertips.

"Hey, Max!" She said cheefully. She was about to reach out her arm, probably to shake me hand, but stopped, noticing the dough.

She smiled at me. "I'm so glad you'll be staying with us." She lowered her voice before contuinuing. "Fang told me everything. If you need anyone to talk too...well, I've finished writing. Come to me any time."

"You've finshed?" Fang said. "When?"

"When I was still in Maine. Main has the best lobster..ever. I would have brought some, but I don't think the plane allows food onboard...also it might get bad...and I remembered that you don't like fish."

"Lobster is a bug, actually-but, Thanks." Fang said. I chuckled.

"Well. I'm making cookies right now. Fang, why don't you go show Max t the guest room-"

"MMMAAAAAXXXX!" Said a little voice, comming down the stairs at a speed of light, and sneak attacking my legs.

"Hi, Angel-" I said in my suprise.

"Max are you staying wif us? Mommy said you were! Is it true?-" I nodded, smiling."-Yay! We'll haf sssoooooo much fun! How long will you be wiving wif us?"

"Uhh, about a week, unless something changes." I replied, as I kneed down and hugged the little four year old back. She let me squish her like how Riv would hug her cat (she's a big cat lover), and then jumped out of my arms.

"Me and Fang will show you yow room!" she said, tugging at mine and Fang's hand.

"Fang and I," her mother corrected, smiling.

"No, I said me and Fang. I know where she's sleepin'." Angel pouted.

"No, I mean-nevermind." She chuckled.

"Common..." Angel said, pulling us upstairs.

My room-their guest room- was amazing. At least I thought so. The walls were white, with two framed pictures of what looks like the hill sides and castels of Ireland. The bed had four posts and a curtain above it. The bed spred, sheets, and pillows were a snow wite. It looks Uber fluffy. Like one for a matress comercial. There was a wardrob made of a dark wood, a comfortable-looking chair with a night stand and light next to it (the night stand matched the ones next to the queen-sized bed). There was a short book shelf fillled with leather bound books. The large window was covered with lacey white curtains.

I know it probably seems like any other hotel room or quest room. But my room hardly had anything in it. My bed was springy, too...and I didn't even have curtains.

If there was only one thing keeping me from suicide-it was this room. It looked so clean and comfortable. Don't worry, there's much more keeping me from killing myself again.

"This is awesome," I said with a smile, trying to contain my excitment. "I'll go and get some of my stuff real quick, then I'll come back."

Fang glanced at me, his eyes saying "Let me do it instead."

Although it was nice of him, and I see where he's comming from-but I wouldn't feel comfortable his handling my underwear. He can come with me, but his mother might become supicious because it doesn't take two people to get some clothes.

I shook my head slightly. "I'm going know. Be back in a sec!"

With my backpack packed with my clothes, I headed out the door of my bedroom.

Honestly, I really don't have a problem with this house, as other people might think. It's actually an awesome house. It's the things that happened inside it that I don't like. But I don't particually hate this house. I wouldn't want to keep living in it, but still, I don't mind.

I was about to turn the cornor when a large hand reach out and covered my mouth. My eyes shot open, I dropped my backpack, and I tried to fight my way out.

The man moved his other arm around my waisted and moved his legs next to ming, to squeez them together. I couldn't move, and I was uncomfortably close to him.

My fear wasn't for me-it was for the bastard child I was carrying..not an insult on my kid. He/she is one.

"Daddy called," He whisped suggestivly in my ear. Oh, how I wanted to punch him all the way to Tuesday. "Said that the tour is going to take longer then expected. 'Bout six months. Tha' might change, too.

I'm not going to be around, either. Gotcha your self a break, blondie."

If he was handling me, I would have sighed in relief.

"Not enough time right now. But I'll come soon...don know when. I'll call. A gentalmen always does."

I bite on his hand hard. He yelped and pulled back, pushing me away as he did so. I stumbled, but didn't fall.

"I'm due in Vermont," He growled as he sucked the blood off his hand."Yer lucky kid; I don't hav much time for a good fight."

And with that, he walked down the stairs, leaving both shocked, angrey, and relived.

"I'm back," I called as I walked through the door. Fang was in the living room, sitting on the couch. I heard Angel's and her mother's voices coming from the kitchen.

"Hey," I said to Fang, lowering my voice. I sat down next to him. "Robert..called. Something's changed, and he's staying for about six months. Maybe longer. Creep-dude's away, too."

"You okay? You look pale." Fang said quietly.

I shook off his words. "It's nothing. Just relieved, that's all." I lied.

He put his arm around my shoulders, and rested his lips on top of my head. I smiled, a closed my eyes, relief flooding me.

A few hours later, me and Fang we standing in the empty hallway. His family were in bed, sleeping soundly. Fang and I had stayed up late watching a movie they were airing on T.V.

"Night", I said, before kissing him.

And..kissed him again...

That's ALL we did, mind you.

So...after that little episode (I'm so glad Angel or Fang's mom didn't see. Then I would have to live with Riv, out of embaressment), I retreated into my room. I didn't resit the urge of running at full speed and jumping onto the bed. I landed on my back, out of fear of hurting the baby. I sighed; it felt sososoososo good. I didn't even get under the covers before I was out.

That was the first night in a long time that I haven't had a bad dream.

Awww, what a chiche ending? Warms my lil' cold heart. :""")

Yeah, I decided to let Max relax some. She deserves some relaxation, anyway..being preggers and all.

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