AN: YAY! I ACTUALLY WROTE A LONG CHAPTER. Warning, this chapter contains a lot of fluff. Little bits of humor. Anyways, I hope you likey! As always, RATE AND REVIEW PLEASE!

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Max Rid franchise, all credit for that goes to James Patterson, my idol. 68 years old and still pumping out bestsellers like nobody's business...

Fang's POV

She's so beautiful, I thought, as I tucked Max into bed, like she had done for the flock so many time. Her lips pointed upwards in a small smile. I was relieved. Lately, she'd been really stressed out. Thank God she's not awake. My mouth twisted into a wry smile.

Max was seven months pregnant, almost eight, and her mood switch seemed to be stuck on "cranky". Don't get me wrong, she was thrilled to have the baby, so was I, but apparently, it hurts. And makes you cranky as all hell. Note to self: don't ever wish you can switch genders.

A moment of revelation that had been hitting me over and over again hit me yet again, as I was staring at Max. I love her. I've known that since the first time I saw her big brown eyes, looking at me from her cage in the School. She's having a baby. I'm having a baby. We're having a baby.

I'm pretty sure anyone would flip the crap out when they're having a baby, but "anyone" usually refers to a responsible adults who are financially and emotionally stable. We are anything but. We are two 15 year olds who don't have any money, but living underground, it's not like we need it. Emotionally...I don't know.

Max...she's amazing. She doesn't need to be worried whether or not she's going to be a good parent. She practically raised the flock. Max was the flock's leader, yeah, and sister(ew, not to me though), and their mother. I'm a whole 'nother story. I'm distant and cold, even though I love the flock, even Angel. I don't know if I can change, and-and I...I'm so scared that I won't be a good father.

I didn't realize that I was practically crushing Max's hand. She startled, opening her eyes and her muscles tensing up, ready for a fight. I leaned over her, cupping her face with my palm. "Hey, hey, it's me, relax,". I felt her heartbeat go down a notch. But only a notch. Even after seven months of not having to run from someone, Max was always alert, always ready. I ran my thumb up and down her cheek, trying to lull her back to sleep. God knows she needs it.

Max was up all day yesterday, trying to help teach the other mutant kids how to read and write. They were pretty smart, but never learned the skill. I don't know when any of them are going to use it, but Max insisted that "Everyone should know how to at least write their own name,". She got that stubborn look on her face that told me I wasn't going to win this argument.

Even Max with a big-ass stomach can intimidate and scare me in about point-two seconds. She had drifted off for a few seconds, but then blinked those gorgeous warm brown eyes up at me. She smiled, and reached out and put her hand on my cheek. "Hey,".

I don't smile often, but there's few things in the world that make me truly happy. The flock, bacon, and reality TV(Turns out Jeb had a secret stash of CD's in his office. I'm halfway through Season 2 of What Not To Wear. Stacy is so sassy. I love it).

Back to the point. Max...I love her more than life itself. I had to grin when she flashed that dazzling smile of hers and sat up. Moving my face right up to hers, I smelled the sweet peppermint on her breath. Wonder if she eats toothpaste…

Max's POV

Fang barely brushed his lips against mine, torturing me. As he pulled back, I moved forward, wanting that kiss, and nearly face-planted on the bed as he stood up, out of reach.

He was laughing, trying(and failing) to smother it in his elbow. I played mad. "Fang!" I whined, and arranged my face in what I thought was a puppy dog face.

He moved closer, a dark, hungry gleam in his eyes, now.

His lips had just touched mine when-

Crash!

-a goddamn noise came from Iggy and Gazzy's room right next to us. I groaned. So freaking close.

Fang sighed, running a hand through his hair. It had grown out in the past few months, and now reached a little above his shoulder. "I'll handle this one, rest up, okay?".

I nodded, and simply lay back down on my bed. I haven't gotten much sleep lately. Fang put on his black leather jacket(Why Fang? So you look bad-ass in front of the kids? Haha, please, I've kicked your butt in front of them before), walked over to the bed, gave me a quick peck, his lips soft and warm, and left the room to see whatever Gazzy and Iggy had blown up this time. Thank God I have Fang. Without him, I'd be dealing with this, all of this, on my own. He's awesome, I thought. What other guy would walk into a closed room where something likely blew up due to the Gasman, and Iggy? I snuggled up with the pillow. I love Fang.

AN: I have a funny story! So we had a school dance and me and one of my guy-friends[SO not my boyfriend. 1) We're barely teenagers. Dating at this age is stupid and 2) ew] took a selfie together where we were doing one of those weird side hug things.

One of my friend's, who is 10, was going through my phone and saw the forementioned photo(ooh, points for vocab). In front of my dad, she asks "Is that your boyfriend?". Before I can even blush, my dad says "yes".

Later on, me and my friend from the photo were playing Truth or Truth(we were texting), and that came up in one of my answers("What was the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you this month?). I told him and he replied with a "XD XD XD. Best dad of the year award goes to...!".

So that's that. Bye guys, I'll update, in, like, three days! Sorry about that...

Peace!

-Veesh the Frog