Max's POV

I had just poured the box of pasta into the pot of boiling water when I heard a door open and close in the hall way. The sound of socks shuffling on the wood floor filled the room.

"The beast has awoken," I said with a laugh, looking over at Fang in his baggy black sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He shuffled in from his office, running his fingers through his shorter black hair. He smirked and plopped down at the kitchen table that wobbles a bit.

"I'm completely screwed. I can't think of a thing for what should come next." I left the stove and stood by the table. I took his hands in mine, fingering the wedding band on his long slender fingers.

"What just happened in the story?"

"The group of kids are safe. They just fought a ton of monsters. But now it's all boring and such." Fang pulled his hands from mine and rested his head on the table.

"You write too much. You need a break. Oh and my advice, add some romance to it." I gave a quick peck on Fang's cheek and went back to making dinner.

"I'm going to go see if a games on." I nodded, stirring the pasta sauce. I looked at the fridge, admiring all the cards and artwork from my students. I was an art teacher at an art school that goes middle school through high school. And I get to be an advocate for a home room like class. The school calls it our "Advocacy Families". I couldn't wait until I could see them again. But I did love to be home with Fang and the baby. I laughed quietly to myself at the card from one of the seniors who always keeps the class laughing. In big blue letters it says 'Get Well Soon!'. Then on the inside it explains how crabby and hormonal I was this year and that they thought I was having a boy instead of a girl. I subconsciously put my hand to my shrinking middle, forgetting that my baby girl was upstairs.

Rosaline Jessica Roberts. She had the same dark hair as Fang and brown eyes like me. I tried to resist the urge to go upstairs to check on her. Knowing if I woke her up, she would be crying for hours. I took the pan of sauce off the heat and turned off the burner. I slipped up the stairs quietly. I knew I was going to pay for this. I walked into the nursery that I had painted with grass and flowers and a really big tree, then bright blue sky with clouds and birds. Pretty good work, if I do say so myself.

I looked over the edge of the crib at the tiny baby. She was awake and staring in complete and utter fascination at the mobile spinning above her. I lifted her gently, cradling her to me as I stood by the window.

Fang's POV

I was just sitting there on the couch with our lazy dog, Checkers, watching football when I heard a bubbling and hissing noise. I got up quickly and hurried into the kitchen to remove the pot that was boiling over. Steam was billowing up from the stove. Max must be upstairs, Ithought, wandering up the stairs of our small house. It really was a small house but it was actually really nice. Besides, the neighborhood was amazing and we were right outside of the city so we could actually just walk places. I looked into the nursery and saw Max standing by the window, swaying slightly. The golden autumn light was shining through the window on her. Giving her and the baby in her arms a halo of sun. I crept in quietly and placed my arms around her and the baby. Little Rosie. I smiled as the tiny infant reached up with wide brown eyes, identical to her mother's, and took a small handful of Max's hair. Max laughed very softly, smiling down at the child. I leaned my head against Max's.

"She looks like you. She is just as perfect." I whispered, gently taking Rosie's little hand and feeling the soft, new skin over the tiny little fingers.

"She is perfect. And so are you." I watched as Max put the baby back in the crib. Max patted my shoulder and tip-toed out of the room. Once I knew she was down stairs, I closed the door slightly and picked up the child again. I sat against the wall under the window and began to whisper to the baby. I did this almost every day. I would tell Rosie about the lush green forests, or the glittering lights of the city, or of the rolling hills that turn into mountains. Or I will tell her of our adventures around the world.

"When you grow big and strong some day, you will look just like your mom. We will take you to a beach. The sand will be soft under your little feet," I watched as she smiled when I tickled her tiny toes. "And the sun will be bright and warm and the air will be salty and breezy. If that's even a word." Rosie laughed and reached her arms up, opening and closing her fists. "The water will be crystal blue and won't be too strong, so Max and I can teach you to swim." Rosie laughed again and started making random little noises.

The truth was, I wanted her to be a writer. I wanted this little baby to one day pick up a pen or a pencil and be able to write. To be able to put her thoughts and imagination on paper. And be able to show people what it was like in her head through words. I wasn't going to talk to her in a silly voice like Max does. I'm going to get her to learn about the most magical places on earth now, so she will be able to write when she is older. I held her tiny body close to me, almost wishing she could just stay this little and in my arms forever.

Max's POV

Yep. I knew I was going to pay. I almost ruined dinner. But I didn't. Hooray! Ten points for Max! And yes, I actually learned to cook something other than toaster waffles and microwave food. Iggy spent about a month teaching me. I put the plates on the table and looked in the living room for Fang. I swear he was behind me when I put Rosie down... then again, even years and years later, Fang still has badass ninja skills. Whoops. Language Max! No need for little Rosie's first word to be a bad one...

Then it clicked. I knew exactly where Fang was. I had only found him in Rosie's room talking to her once, but it seriously is the sweetest thing ever. I tip-toed back upstairs and stuck my head around the door. I saw Fang sitting there, holding Rosie's hand in his, talking to her.

"Now I know you know your mother as the giant person who carries you around and changes your diaper and feeds you, but we both know she has no clue what she is saying. I mean you look so much more interested in what I'm saying then when she says blah blah blah goo goo." Rosie laughed and kicked her little legs. I smiled. The baby's laughter was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I decided to leave them be.

...

It was hours later, probably around 2 in the morning. I woke up suddenly to the sound of Rosie's crying. God, I needed sleep. I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed.

"No, Max. Go back to sleep." I heard Fang say. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I crawled back under the covers.

"Thanks," Only a few minutes later, Fang came back in with Rosie and sat back down on the bed. "How in the world did you do that? She was screaming only seconds ago!" Fang shrugged, looking as shocked as I was. Fang handed me her. She leaned her head back and stuck her fingers in her mouth. "What ever you did, don't stop. We might actually get some sleep." It was only about 20 minutes later when Rosie was sound asleep again. I carried her into her room and put her in her crib. Then I wrapped my arms around Fang. He put his arm around my shoulder.

"Your dad was wrong." I nodded. He was. "I mean look at us, we have a house, food, a dog, the most beautiful baby girl. We even got to travel. And look, we are 27." I smiled and nodded, feeling completely exhausted. "And the best part, is I have you." Fang held me a little tighter.

"Yep. You do. Now, you'd better be quiet so I can sleep."

"But I'm not done talking yet. I want to sit and think about all the best memories."

"Sounds nice. But keep talking, and you can go sleep on the couch," I said with a smile. Fang sighed.

"Fine," Fang actually moved to get up, I pulled him back down.

"I was kidding, idiot. Stay here or I will kill you." Fang laughed.

"Then who will get the baby to sleep?" I groaned with a smile still on my face. I looked over at Fang's smile.

"Fang, just be quiet. We can talk as much as you want, tomorrow." I made sure to emphasize 'tomorrow'. I rolled over on my side with my back to Fang.

"Love you, Max." I smiled, feeling like the happiest person on earth. Even though I was completely tired, and on the verge of being crabby, I felt loved.

"Love you to."

And just for the record, Fang and I lived happily, with our dog Checkers and our children Rosie and Tyler. And they had crazy God-Parents who came over every week. One who made the best chocolate chip cookies (even better than her mom's) and the other who taught them all about explosives and gave them all the "talks". With Ella and Iggy our friends forever, our beautiful children, and our undying love and friendship, Fang and I lived happily ever after.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I know the happily ever after thing was a bit cheesy and cliché but I thought it was cute so you are just going to have to deal with it! Thank you guys so much for all the support with this story and my other one, Together. It has actually been probably been one of the best things that ever happened to me this year. I loved writing these stories for all of you and I will continue to write more. Just not with these characters. I have to thank these people because they are awesome sauce: (not that every single one of you are awesome sauce! You are all awesome sauce! lol)

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Those peeps reviewed a ton and helped with ideas. So THANK YOU! AND THANK YOU EVERYONE! You are all the best people! And I will be starting a new fanfic after the new year! Love you guys! I will be back soon! Thank you for reviewing and putting up with my long, unneeded, author notes/rants!

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