A/N: This is my first multi-chapter story that's not a songfic! Aren't you proud of me! I give all the credit for the idea to EdwardAddict. Just ask and she isn't nearly as mean as she seems in all those scary A/N's. Joking! Kinda… R&R people!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. I don't own this idea. Crap.
Dedication: I dedicate this story to EdwardAddict. Thanks for letting me play with your idea!
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This was a day that would change Max, Fang, and Iggy forever. Strangely enough, it started out pretty normally. Let me tell you the tale of this eventful day.
Max's eleventh birthday was tomorrow. She was so excited. This was her first birthday out of the school. She and Fang were doing what she liked best. Sparring.
"Max, sweetheart," Jeb called, sticking his head out the door of the E-shaped house, "I need to talk to you for a little bit."
"Sure, Jeb," Max yelled back and turned away from Fang to walk back to their home. Fang had been losing the fight, and was very ashamed of it. He couldn't lose to a girl! He did what only a very desperate person would do. Fang took a cheap shot at his best friend. He felt a little better about himself until--
"Fang, you loser!" Max spun on her heel with a murderous look on her face.
"Uh-oh."
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Jeb was pacing in the kitchen. He couldn't believe he had to talk to his baby girl about that.
"FANG, YOU LOSER!" Jeb heard from outside.
"That's not good," he muttered to himself. Jeb rushed outside to see Max straddling Fang. 'Oh no!' he thought. 'I'm too late!' But the ex-whitecoat relaxed when he saw what Max was doing to Fang. She was simply trying to beat his face. Nothing to worry about.
Well, at least not at their house.
"Max, I have something very important to talk to you about," Jeb began nervously a few minutes later. Jeb had pulled Max off Fang, earning a split lip in the process, and was now sitting with her in the kitchen.
"Okay, Jeb," Max said smiling, "shoot."
"Well you are getting older now-"
"I know! I'm going to be eleven tomorrow!" the "almost eleven-year-old" shouted.
"You're not making this any easier, sweetheart," Jeb told her through clenched teeth.
"Sorry," Max muttered. She mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key. Jeb almost smiled. She was so young. So naïve.
"As I said, you're getting older now...and getting to the point where your body is changing..." Jeb trailed off. He couldn't do it. He was a lousy father.
"Oh," said Max. "You mean, like, getting taller." Her eyes were wide and innocent.
"Well, that's part of it. You'll...um...begin, er...developing..."
"Developing what?"
"You'lldevelopbreastsandbegintogetstrangefeelingsfortheoppositesex!" Jeb panted, managing to get it all out in one breath.
"Um, sorry, I didn't quite catch that..." Was this girl trying to kill him?
"You'll develop, um, breasts, and...er...begin to get, um, feelings for the opposite" he paused, "gender…" What was wrong with him? He was Jeb, the all-mighty whitecoat! Surely he could handle one mutant preteen-aged girl!
"What kind of feelings? Like a crush?"
Or maybe not. "Well, it starts with a crush. When a man and a woman love each other..."
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Well, I shall save you from the "birds and the bees." I'm sure it was traumatic enough the first time you heard it. Just imagine two hours of nervous, stumbling Jeb, and a very grossed out Max.
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"...and that is what men and women do when they love each other and are married." Jeb finally completed. He hoped the stress on married wasn't missed. Max just sat on the stool at the counter island and stared straight ahead.
"Max, sweetheart, wake up," he said, waving a hand in front of her glassy eyes. Max didn't blink. Jeb sighed and began to make hot chocolate. If anything could wake her up it was this. He was right. Max seemed to come to life when the steaming mug was placed before her.
"What, no marshmallows?" she asked, only half joking. He smiled and plopped three marshmallows into her drink.
"I'm gonna go watch TV, okay?" Max asked. Jeb nodded, and watched her stumble out of the room. The man smiled. This wasn't so hard.
Max turned back around, "Jeb, one question. Would I have an egg or a baby?"
Crap.