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Max

When I was younger, before my father decided I wasn't worth his smile, he would tell me about all his dreams for me. While he injected a new DNA into my veins he promised I'd meet a man after my tests were over, after I survived, and that he'd walk me down an aisle as long as I wanted it to be. He promised he'd cry when I said 'I do,' and he pleaded with me to make him a grandfather. He loved kids, so why did he hate me? Why did he hate Ari?

I sighed, looking at the white wedding gown Lupo and I had picked out together. It was flexible enough- I could definitely throw a couple kicks in it, but it was still feminine and beautiful and it made me feel… different. I actually felt pretty in this dress, a new type of cockiness for me.

"I see that smile, Max, what are you thinking?" Lupo asked, brushing out my curls and redoing them for me so they were tight and shiny again.

"I'm thinking this is going to be the one day in my life I don't regret," I told her honestly, although my smile wavered. I would regret it if I left tonight, though I wasn't sure if I would anymore.

"I hope you don't. You and Fang love each other so much, you handle things so well together. Sometimes I wish Iggy and I were like you," Lupo confessed, her voice hesitating. She stopped messing with my hair for a moment, looking at me through the mirror that stood two feet in front of my beautiful self. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love us, I love what we are and what we've been through and how we stick together, but you and Fang have this… this weird connection that Iggy's been trying to break with me lately."

"Don't worry about it, Lupo. He just needs time. He's still trying to figure everything out, you know?"

"I know, I just… I wish he'd talk to me more." Lupo muttered, and I turned to her, giving her a hug I knew she needed though she'd never admit it.

"He will, and if he doesn't I'll give him a punch to help him out." I joked, causing us to both laugh, loosening the tension I hadn't even realized was around us until now.

"Thanks, you really are my best friend. Don't forget that when you're on your honeymoon, alright? I know I'm a bitch sometimes but I wouldn't be back with Iggy if it wasn't for you."

"Honeymoon… yeah," My voice trailed away along with my sense of joy. There can't be a honeymoon without the bride.

"Max, what's wrong?" Lupo asked, pulling away to look me up and down, checking for injuries instinctively.

"I don't know, I'm just nervous I guess." I lied, and although I thought it sounded honest enough, Lupo saw right through me.

"Yeah, and I'm actually half cheetah. What's up?" My best friend pried, and I took a deep breath, sitting down in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the room as my dress folded around me.

"Well, I… please don't get angry or anything but… I'm still pregnant." At my words Lupo sucked in a breath, and I could tell by the way her eyes flickered she was wondering why I got to keep my child when she had to lose hers, but all too soon that feeling went away.

"But I thought Jeb said-"

"Well Jeb lied. He was playing mind games with me, trying to get to me. It worked." I took a short breath, my hands reaching for a shirt hem to busy themselves but not finding one.

"Have you told Fang?" Lupo wondered out loud, her eyes concerned and her words hesitant. She already knew the answer. She had to have already known. And if she didn't the look on my face was probably enough for her to figure it out.

"No."

"Max, you have to." My friend ordered, and although her words were gentle enough I knew she meant business. She was right after all, I had to tell Fang. He deserved to know.

"I can't do that to him." I mumbled, resting my face in my hands as I leaned forward, my eyes closing to venture into the sight of darkness as I attempted to justify myself. "Lupo, he was so heartbroken. I- I'm terrified that once I tell him something will happen."

"You mean like the first time?" Lupo guessed, kneeling down in front of me and I peeked my eyes open at her, noticing the gaze she held. She was so calm, so level headed. I wished to be more like her most of the time. At least Lupo knew what to do- I didn't.

"He changed my mind once, he can do it again. And… and after this happens I'm leaving." I admitted, causing her to fall back into a sitting position from pure shock. Her jaw didn't drop and her eyes didn't widen, but I could tell by the way she stumbled for a reply that this was fresh off the press for her.

"Max, are you serious?" She finally snapped. "You drag Fang into marrying you and then you hang him out to dry like that?"

"Not for good. I'm only gonna be gone a month tops. Just long enough to have the kid and make sure everything's alright." I insisted quickly in hopes of calming Lupo down. Although she didn't seem in the mood to listen she still must have, because she let out a breath in defeat and shook her head at me.

"Wow. I just, I wonder what goes through your head sometimes, Max. In what world do you think that Fang never knowing about his own child is a good one?"

"The kind where I…" my voice trailed off and I turned away from her. I couldn't give her an honest answer. The only person who knew why I was doing what I was doing was Ari, and although he'd handled it well for someone prone to panic attacks and random spurts of anger, I wasn't sure anybody else could be as brave for me as he was.

"Where you what?" Lupo raised an eyebrow, and I stuttered for a lie that was close enough to the truth that she couldn't call me on it, but before any words could come out there was a knock on the door that interrupted us.

"Max, come on. I get you paid the marrier guy a lot of money but I'm pretty sure there's steam coming out of his ears," Fang called through the door, and at this point the sound of his voice was enough to make me want to cry. Especially after everything he had said to me before hand.

"Coming!" I choked out, getting to my feet and looking down at my dress once, straightening it out a bit. "How do I look?" I asked Lupo.

"To die for." If only she knew.

A wedding was a wedding. No matter the fact that were no guests, no reception, no truck with 'just married' waiting for us at the end of our 'I Do' kiss. It was all the same. The guy who had obtained an online marriage license went through the ceremony with mild stuttering and too many glances at the book to count, causing Fang and I to chuckle under our breaths. When it came time to say I Do, neither of us hesitated, and when he finally allowed Fang to kiss the bride, my fiance- or husband now I guess I should say- pressed his lips against mine for what felt like hours, allowing both of us to sink into the type of bliss that only came with being us.

In all it was a blur of adrenaline that was wrongly placed. Nerves on a wedding day were pointless- something I only realized after we were back in the hotel. What was there to worry about? He loved me, I loved him, and instead of savoring it I couldn't even remember what shoes I was wearing. In fact, had I not had the ring on my finger I might have convinced myself it had all been a dream.

"So, our honeymoon starts now." Fang growled playfully, and I smiled at him as he pulled me over to the bed. We fell onto it wrapped in each other's arms and he just stared at me for a long moment, taking in every detail he could as if he knew I wouldn't be here when he woke up.

"What?" I asked quietly, letting my hand run up and down his arm. He still had his suit on. It looked nice on him. The white button down didn't really match his complexion but it made his eyes all the more noticeable.

"You're just mesmerizing," he finally said, and I felt the heat creep against my face as I pecked him on the lips.

"So, are you going to take this dress off or do I have to figure it out?" I asked, trying to refrain from anything else heartfelt. The last thing I needed was another reason to hate myself when I disappeared from the one person I loved more than anything else in this world.

Yes, I know, you guys wait for like however long its been and there is no emphasis on the wedding whatsoever. In my defense I never pictured Max to be much for weddings anyways

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