Max's POV

I glanced at Fang and smiled.

"Davian." We both said at the same time. I smiled again as I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from his sitting position. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we walked into the small room slowly. The lightning flashed outside, causing the spidery shadows of the twigs outside to be brighter, or darker, whatever.

Fang placed a gentle kiss on the side of my forehead and bent down to pick up our baby boy. He had my brown eyes, as apposed to Fang's almost black ones, but the rest of him looked like Fang. He was a miniature Fang, and in my opinion, he was beautiful.

He held the ten week old against his rock solid chest and rocked slowly. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and kissed me again, his voice almost cracking.

"Baby, I love you." He kissed Davian on his fuzzy head and closed his eyes. "I love you so much. Thank you for giving me Davian."

I turned to him and took either side of his shirt and pulled him close, grinning up into his face.

"Well, I couldn't have done it on my own."

Once again he pressed his lips to my forehead, but this time he didn't remove them. He stood there with his lips lightly on my forehead, Davian's little heart beat throbbing in between us.

I was in heaven.

Davian was the light of our life for years, as he grew, his little wing's did too. They started out the size of sparrows, and then slowly grew into straggly chicken wings, and by the time he was six, he was learning how to fly. Well, of course he could fly, but he was soon learning the tricks of the trade from his Father and me.

One morning we woke up and laughed immediately. Davian's strong little body was nestled in between us, his black and brown wings stretched out across our faces. Fang gently tucked his wings in and picked him up, carrying him out of our bed and into his small bed next to ours.

Ok, I'm Max Ride, and here I am melting at the sight of my husband. His ling flannel sleep pants rode low on his hips, barely exposing his boxers. He had an incredible six-pack, his muscles sinew all over his body. I sat up, my thin nightgown flowing silkily around my body as I got up quickly and rushed into his embrace. He hugged my quietly, tears suddenly springing to my eyes and wetting his shirt.

He brushed my hair away from my face, a smile lighting his worried face. "Hey," He said. "Let's call up Nudge and Iggy. Take Davian and Tempa flying."

"Ok." I murmured and strove to put my head back on his chest. I had been listening to his steady heart beat, it had always seemed to calm me, even when we were fourteen, back when Gazzy had run away.

"I love you." He murmured into my ear and tangled his fingers in my blonde hair.

All fluff and romance. Sincere Faxness.

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-Enjoy! Wingless.