AN: Hey guys! I am back! For those of you who read the update, you know I'm going to try to start updating more regularly again. With finals and an AP test coming up for me soon, I may not be able to post as much as I would like to, but I will definitely be writing more =) Thank you to everyone for all the kind and supporting messages, it means so much, honestly. Without further ado, the chapter =) I hope you enjoy this unfortunately brief chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Maximum Ride franchise, all credit for that goes to James Patterson

Fang's POV

I turned around, my back facing Max so she wouldn't have to see my face. Running my hands through my hair, I tried to take deep breaths. Wait. This is what Max is supposed to be doing.

I turned around and grinned nervously, crouching down next to Max. "Who would've thought, she decides to show up at the most inconvenient of times. She's just like you."

Max laughed and then stopped, clutching her stomach with a pained look on her face.

I yelled loudly, not taking my eyes away from Max. "Nudge! Max, she's, she's, baby, towels and water, something, now!". Nudge came over with wide eyes and assessed the situation, pushing a curious Gazzy and Iggy away, telling them to forget the wall and try to find something important. I couldn't tell you what exactly she said because I had a strange ringing in my ears and everything in the room but Max blurred.

I clutched Max's hand and she tightly held mine until my hand was numb. I could faintly hear Nudge in the back yelling orders and Iggy and Gazzy trying to find what was needed. At the moment though, I was scared sick, but a feeling of certain excitement at the thought of finally getting to see her child. My child. Our child. I smiled at Max, nerves on end and stomach churning.

"Let's blow this joint, right Max?"

Nudge's POV

I was clinging desperately to two hopes:

1 - That we would be able to find towels and things like that for the baby

AND

2 - That Gazzy and Iggy wouldn't be so immature and puke at the sight(or in Iggy's case, the imagined sight) of Max's hooha.

Iggy and the Gasman came over with helpless looks on their face.

"There's nothing here, we can't get anything that would work." Gazzy shrugged, a scared look on his face.

I nudged him gently with my elbow, "Hey, it's okay. Don't worry, we'll, we'll find something."

We walked towards Max, hoping all would go well. Fang snapped his head towards us. "Did you get the stuff, towel, blanket, anything?"

He glanced at our empty hands and a look of panic I had only seen once or twice on him. We looked up guiltily at him, and I went to speak but right at that moment, Angel walked in with a bundle swaddled in her arms.

She hurriedly jogged over to us and handed us the bundle, which was up close a bunch of blankets and towels. Gaz looked at her.

"How did you-?"

She waved his question away. "Doesn't matter, Max, her baby, pay attention."

Fang didn't ask any questions but took a blanket and let go of Max's hand which had a tight grip on his. I went to take his place and tried not to wince when her death grip took my hand.

Max's jeans were already off, and Gazzy looked down at his lap while Ang and I braced ourselves. Max had labored breathing, her face shone with sweat, and her mouth was scrunched up in suppressed pain. "You'll be okay Max, I promise."

Fang got a determined look on his face and held his hands out.

"Let's have a baby."