So shoot me for taking this long to post the final chapter, but it's my freshman year of college and it is BUSY! I finally got to finish this on Thanksgiving break, but I couldn't post it until I got back into my dorm. I hope you guys enjoy it, mushy author note about this story and you guys at the bottom. I might cry now, but new work is coming out so keep an eye out for it!

Skylar hit a milestone today (or tonight I guess): She slept through the night. She didn't wake up once, which meant that neither Fang nor I had to get up to comfort her. Initially we said that we'd ferberize her, and we tried, but if we didn't cradle her someone else would. And then that someone (whom 90% of the time was Nudge) would be unbearably cranky the next morning and I didn't need the extra stress in my life.

So I'm sure you can understand why, after three weeks of dueling Fang in rock, paper, scissors to determine who would have to get out of the warm comfort of our bed, it was a huge moment when Sky decided to give us a night's rest. She even woke up happy that morning.

Mornings in general became routine, as I now had three weeks of motherly experience under my belt. Sky had an internal alarm clock, as did the rest of us, but her's was set at a grueling seven-thirty in the morning. Which meant mine, and whoever else her cries woke up, became that too. I'd rescue her from the prison cell that made up her crib, change her diaper, then prepare her bottle while she sat peacefully in the baby rocker Ella had purchased for her last week.

I was disappointed when we discovered Sky couldn't tolerate normal baby formula, realizing that I'd have to breast feed. Which was so not happening when everyone was around to see it. Instead, Mom bought a more ego-suitable breast pump that I could use in the comfort of privacy once or twice a day and bottle-feed my daughter. Which, in the end, made the Flock a lot happier too because they all loved giving Sky her bottle. I had to admit it was easily the cutest thing ever, because her eyes would bug out and her nose would bop to the pace of her slurps. Even Fang swooned when he saw it.

After her bottle, Nudge and Angel would take her upstairs and dress her, because apparently the outfits I put her in were atrocious. According to them it was necessary for my daughter to be fashion show worthy every second of every day, even if we were the only ones around to see it.

Skylar was also a great napper, and her morning nap started at eleven. She usually passed out before we even put her in the crib to sleep, and more times than not she napped in the arms of Fang or in the arms of one of her loving aunts and uncles. Sometimes it was like a competition, to see who's arms she used as her pillows. But let me tell you, you put that child in Fang's arms within thirty minutes of her nap time she's out like a light. I can't really blame her.

When she woke up approximately an hour later, it was lunchtime, for all of us. Sky had her own seat at the table in her high chair, and she watched intently as we ate our food, while we all simultaneously took shifts feeding her. She seemed to follow our actions, which was more than most three-week-olds are capable of, so I asked Angel to see if anything was going on in her mind. Angel shook her head and said that she didn't have any coherent thoughts, just images engrained of all of us in her head. She knew that I was her mother and Fang was her father, and that she was very loved, but it wasn't like she was thinking about the weather or anything of that sort. Alas, she hadn't even been born a month ago and I shouldn't expect so much of her.

After lunch I get the pleasure of burping Sky, which inevitably ends with baby vomit in my hair and all over my neck, shoulders, and chest, so one of my many daily showers happens around one in the afternoon. Or, whenever I can bargain off the chore to another darling flockmate, I get half an hour of mommy-time. Sky needs her naps, but I need them more.

Two in the afternoon struck and for once I had nothing booked on the repetitive hourly baby schedule until nap número dos at four. That was until Fang came up with one of his 'brilliant' ideas. "Let's take Sky for a fly." He rhymed, deeming that it was time she got her first experience up in the air. I agreed with more eager in my voice than I was tolerant of, but as much as it pained me to admit it, Fang had pulled an amazing idea from a place other than his ass. I love the man to death and all, but let's just say that there is more than one reason that I'm the alpha.

Anyways, word caught on quick that Baby Fax (god I still hate Nudge for that) was ready for the clouds, and I swear the Flock had never been out the door so fast, even when we were under attack. We were all huddled up on the front lawn, waiting for someone (i.e. me) to make the first move. With Skylar tight in my arms, I took off, the Flock eagerly trailing close behind.

I hadn't been up in the air for over three weeks now, and I almost had forgotten how amazing the wind feels as it flows through my feathers. I forgot the underlying freedom that soars ten thousand feet above ground level. But most of all, I forgot how freaking gorgeous my Flock looks in our perfected V formation, the newest member of the Flock front and center.

Fang moved up next to me, and I handed him our daughter. Her cheeks were glowing rouge from the wind, and her chocolate eyes were as wide as saucers as they examined the world below her. From what I could read on her face, she was enjoying the ride.

"I have another idea. Just trust me on this." Fang assured as he removed Sky's coat and carefully ripped two perfect lines in her lavender onesie.

"Hey!" Nudge shrieked as she witnessed the destruction to one of the results of her latest shopping haul. She had literally cleaned the shelves of every clothing store that carried baby products.

"Just wait." Fang instructed, carefully reaching inside the first of the slits. As gentle and precise as a surgeon, he unfurled Sky's left wing, and then repeated his actions with her right one. The caramel and white mixture of feathers at the bottom of her wings fluttered in the breeze, while her dark brown feathers, the same exact color of Fang's eyes, at the top of her wings remained relatively motionless.

He straightened his arms and held her two feet outwards, allowing her to experience flying for herself, just without all the work. Instinctively, her wings extended as far as they could go, all four feet of baby soft feathers soaking in the air.

"She loves it!" I stated, bewildered at how natural she was so far away from the ground.

"Of course she does." Fang replied, his eyes never leaving the wings of our daughter.

"I want to hold her!" Angel screeched, flapping twice as fast to soar next to Fang.

"Max?" Fang asked, leaving me to make the decision. Pussy.

"Please?" Angel cooed.

"For a minute. And be extremely careful." I permitted, studying the transportation of my daughter from Fang to Angel's arms.

"Hi Skylar! Are you having a good time?" Angel babbled, nuzzling Sky deep into her chest.

One second passed and Angel shrieked, catching herself in time to reposition Skylar from falling.

"What?" I hollered, my heart beat plummeting.

"I heard her! I heard Skylar think!" She exclaimed, hugging the baby in her arms tighter.

"Ohmygosh! What did she say?" Nudge screeched.

"It wasn't like words, like the way we think. I just felt what she felt. I can't explain it, but she loves all of us, and being in the air with her family."

"We love her too." I replied, watching my two babies whip through the afternoon sky. The seven of us were flying for countless hours, and we only landed back home when it started to get dark. Skylar had fallen asleep in my arms three hours into our flight, but that didn't stop the rest of us from having a grand old time and just acting carefree again. We were all safe and happy, and that was more than I could ask for.

I put Sky to sleep in her crib early, finally giving Fang and I some much needed alone time. A huge smile swept across my face as I locked our bedroom door.

"Hi, gorgeous." Fang greeted me as I slipped into bed with him, snuggling against his warm body.

"Hi." I giggled, kissing him softly. He pulled me onto his lap and traced my bottom lip with his tongue, sending me into a frenzy. My hormones were on haywire, and Fang and I hadn't been intimate in months. We were desperately making up for lost time.

"Y'know," I mumbled, pulling away momentarily. "They advise new mothers not to engage in intercourse within six weeks of giving birth." I stated, unable to suppress my giggles.

"Oh, really?" Fang questioned, working off my shirt. As if Fang and I were waiting another second.

He too lost his shirt in the process, and I straddled his ever-growing erection. It was good to step away from parenting for a moment and be lustful, hormonal teenagers again. I felt like Skylar put ten years on me.

Fang's hands groped my chest, which, much too his liking, has grown a cup size since the arrival of our daughter. My bra was gone before I even knew Fang was trying to take it off, but then again I was so lost in his gorgeous eyes that he could cut my wings off and I'd barely blink.

"I love you." Fang sang softly, kissing my collarbone softly.

"I know." I replied, nuzzling my head into his chest. He gently flipped us over, gaining the upperhand, and removed my pants all too eagerly, taking my underwear with them. Fang really didn't seem to mind in the slightest. He kisses trailed down my stomach, where he tickled me with his lips. I giggled softly, squirming underneath him, which only added to his pleasure.

His mouth moved to my inner thighs, where I hesitantly let out a soft moan. Fang brought a finger to his lips, reminding me that the Flock was downstairs and my sleeping daughter was only behind a thin wall. I smiled and bit my lip, holding back every noise I've ever made in the past from bursting out of my throat as he finally kissed me there.

"Fang." I panted quietly, arching my back to press myself closer to him.

"You've missed me." Fang joked, adhering to my dripping sex. I palmed his crotch in response.

"You have too, admit it." I retorted, slipping my hand under the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Only a little." Fang teased, tackling me back onto the bed, attacking my lips in a frenzy. I could taste myself on him, but that only turned me on more. I slid all clothing on his lower torso down with my toes, a new skill that I'd gotten particularly good at, and pulled him closer to me, causing both of us to gasp as his tip grazed my entrance.

Fang pulled away for a moment to slip on a condom, returning to me in record timing. As much as we loved Skylar, baby number two wasn't going to arrive for a very, very long time.

Fang put his hand over my mouth as he entered me, sliding in with ease. I had almost forgotten how complete he made me feel, and how much pleasure he could milk out of my private regions. His pace was slow, with no hint of acceleration, but it was perfect. He was perfect. And even though my life was pretty shitty sometimes, I'm a teen mom, and I'm part bird, my life was perfect. I couldn't ask to change anything.

Fang and I rocked back and forth in unison for what seemed like eternity until we both reached our highs, pleasure crashing down on us from all ends. He held me tightly in his arms, waiting as minutes ticked by before pulling out. We fell asleep hopelessly tangled in one another, holding on for dear life.

*Ten Years Later*

The entire Flock, Ella and Mom included, were gathered around Mom's table singing "Happy Birthday" to Skylar as she turned ten. I was as emotional as any mother was when their first child reached double digits, and watched with pride as she blew out the candles on all ten cakes, because that's how we role in the Martinez household.

Ella was cheering with her three-year-old son, Maxwell, in tow, her husband's arm draped casually around her waist, rubbing the mound on her stomach where their second child was growing.

Nudge and Iggy watched with pride as their two beautiful daughters awaited with bulging eyes the mound of cake Grandma Val served to them, and they brought it back to show their loving parents. The twins, Tiffany and Krystal, had turned five in May.

Gazzy, though he now goes by Zac after discovering that was his actual name during the fall of Itex nine years ago, kissed his fiancée on the cheek as they watched the chaos unfold in the kitchen, and even though Gazzy (he will always be Gazzy to me) was now twenty, he couldn't resist getting up and smashing Skylar's face into one of the cakes. She licked all of the icing off and wiped the cake off her eyes, pouncing on his full-grown figure with vengeance, like any daughter of mine rightfully would.

Skylar's brother, Ari, tackled Gazzy to the floor, and the duo double-teamed the Hell out of him. He completely lost to two little kids.

I was embarrassed for him, but then again, it was my children that took him down, so I understood. My children were clearly superior.

Fang watched, laughing at Gazzy's misfortune as our kids took him to the floor and pinned his arms over his head. Fang wanted more precious spawns of ours, and so did I, so I'd be popping out our third child in no time.

Angel stood by my Mom taking pictures, laughing at the dysfunction of our family. My first baby had grown to be a beautiful teenager, and she had prom coming up soon. Fang promised to shake up the guy taking her, but I held him back. Angel could definitely defend herself.

The last picture was taken, and order rejoined the household. Nudge helped Skylar get all the cake off her face, while Iggy smacked around his best friend a few times for old times sake. We were all living in the same development that was built just for us, up in the mountains where nobody would bother us. Life had finally worked out for those six bird kids, and it was about damn time.

So as promised, here is my mushy, emotional, final author's note for this story:

Well guys, I made it. I didn't think I would, but I did. And it's all thanks to you. Throughout your reviews I've received marriage proposals, declarations of undying love, a few interesting pairings of swear words, criticism that's made me a better writer, and comments that really meant a lot to me. This was my first published story, and I personally think I improved as a writer tremendously through this experience.

Thank you so much to those of you who have been loyal to this story all the way through, and those of you newcomers as well. I love all you guys equally.

Please, please, please, blow up my review box! Yell at me, ask me to marry you again, I don't care! You guys make me smile, and I will be replying to every single one that gets popped into that box. Even those damned one-worders.

Thank you guys, really.

Love, Alison