She's about 6 months pregnant.
"Hey fang?" I yell.
"Yeah babe?" He shouts back
"I really really want lettuce..."
He sighs. "You've eaten 7 today. No more." I opened my mouth to speak and he holds up his hand. "No."
I feel a slight nudge in my belly, and scream.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!" High pitched and girly. More nudge than me, I think.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Omigod is the baby OK?" Fang is over at my side in a flash, nudge just behind him. I nod, unable to speak, and take his hand and place it on my stomach. After a second baby kicks again, and his black eyes gleamed with hope, pride and astonishment. Nudges hand wiggles underneath fangs, and when she feels it she did a happy dance. No kidding. A proper flamenco type zangy dance. Is zangy a word? I wanna know now.
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Fax: a tale of flight and fall
Fanfictionmax is upset. fang has an issue. together they have a responsibility.
