Twenty.

A little dose of idiot Max and hormonal Rylie.. haha

Max's POV

"No."

I raise my head off of her stomach where it had been resting before and look at her to see if she's being serious or not. Her lips are pressed together in a defiant line, meaning that she is definitely serious. Shit.

"What do you mean no?" I spat out. We were completely fine five minutes ago, even five seconds ago, and now we are back to this?

"I mean no," She barks back, withdrawing her hands from around my shoulders and crossing them in front of her chest.

"Rylie.." I say while closing my eyes and giving my head a shake to try and clear it of all this madness.

"Max," she counters. When I open my eyes and look back at her, I almost wish I hadn't because now her eyes are narrowed in my direction, and she looks flat out pissed.

"Let's think about this rationally," I offer, to which her expression doesn't change. "You're in no shape to be taking care of yourself right now," I start, gesturing to her stomach and then automatically wishing I didn't. She scoffs at me before reaching for her robe and slipping it on before getting out of the bed. I try to grab her arm to keep her here with me, but she bats it away before starting to pick up all of my clothing that managed to get spread around the room. "What are you doing?" I ask while grabbing my boxers quickly before she can get to them. She gives me one intense glare before walking out of the room, my clothes in tow. I lay back down on the bed, already not liking all this hormone shit when I hear the front door open. Automatically, I go flying out of the bed, just in time to see her throwing, no.. hurling, all of my clothing out the door. Into the snow. In subzero temperatures.

By the time I reach her, she's shutting, no.. slamming, the door shut. If I wouldn't have stopped, it surely would have hit me in the face.

"What the hell did you do that for?" I ask before running outside, in just my boxers I might add, only to find some huge ass dog laying on my clothes. Great. I attempt to pull them away from him, but when he growls I decide to just run around naked for the next couple of days. I do manage to grab my shoes and slip them on, turning around to go back inside just in time to see her slam the door shut once again. I walk toward the door just in time to hear the dead bolt being latched. Fuck... "Rylie.." I beg, feeling the cold wind for the first time as it comes into contact with my bare legs and exposed abdomen. If the guys could see me now, standing outside this house in just my underwear and shoes, they'd surely never let me live it down.

Rylie's POV

"Rylie.." He pleads for the second time, but it's not working. I walk up toward the door and sit down, leaning my back against it. "I know you're in there, probably right by the door," he says while pounding on the door. I scrunch up my nose at him, even though he can't see it, and then scoot over away from the door, leaning back against the wall instead.

"Douche," I mumble under my breathe, wanting very much to say worse but don't.

"I heard that," he says while pounding on the door again. "Come on, let me in so we can talk through this."

"I don't want to talk through this. You're too smooth with words to be able to have a fair conversation with right now," I bark over my shoulder, crossing my arms before pouting, much like a two year old would do. The idea of a two year old has my mind turning, and then my arms automatically uncross and go down and rest on my stomach. On my two year old. Well.. eventually.

"Come on Rylie, what is our child going to think when it finds out its father died of hypothermia?"

"Shut up, Max!" I half yell, reaching up to wipe away the tears that are silently falling down my face now.

"Rylie..." He continues. I sit there, not able to control my sobbing anymore. Why the hell am I crying? "I can hear you crying babe.. just let me in, and we can fix this. We can discuss junior and what we're going to do about it." I sit there for about another minute before he speaks up again. "Come on Rylie, I'm freezing my ass off out here!"

I don't know why I do it, but for some reason I'm jumping up as quickly as possible and opening the door. When I do, I find him bouncing up and down, trying to keep warm.

"Fuck," he mutters before walking inside, making me automatically jump in his arms. His very cold arms.

"I'm so sorry," I sob, placing kisses along his jaw line.

"Let's not be so dramatic next time, okay?" he jokes while putting his hands on both sides of my head and pulling it back so that I have to look at him. I silently nod my head, still not able to stop from crying. "First, let's get me some clothes.." he starts while kissing me on the forehead. "And then... Junior." He finishes while patting my stomach and giving me a stern look, letting me know I'm so not getting out of this discussion this time.

Ugh.. Crap.

Nineteen.

Wow. Okay, seriously guys, your comments were completely awesome. I read over them, and got all excited that the update was actually that good and went back to read over it again, but it seemed pretty normal to me. lol Seriously though, your comments made me tear up a little.. a definite feat. You guys spoil me, but I love it. :-) Also, I'm not having the best of luck with relationships right now.. just got cheated on the other night, so if things seem a little off with my writing, or the slightest bit bitter when they shouldn't be, please excuse that. haha

Max's POV

Where my body was once completely numb, it's now warm and on fire from where her body touches mine. I hold her closely to me for what feels like forever, but then I realize we are still outside. I gently move her back inside the house as she rests her head in the nook of my neck, and when I finally get the door shut behind us, it's then that I hear her sniffle for the first time. I pull her head away from mine, only to see a few tears silently sliding down her face; but she's smiling. I cock my head to the side, and she just shrugs her shoulders, causing me to chuckle lightly at her. My laughter is short lived though, as I feel her press her lips lightly to the underside of my jaw and her hands grabbing onto my shirt, tugging at it and bringing her body closer to mine, if that was at all possible.


I know that we need to talk, but the further she tugs me into the cottage, pulling me in the direction of a door that I can only assume leads to a bedroom, that thought is turning into more of incessant buzz that won't go away than idea or action I want to take place now. After all, it has been nearly 5 months now. 5 months without sex. No matter how noble I want to be, I'm still human. Or man, however you want to look at it, so I allow her to lead me towards the plush looking bed.

Rylie's POV

For a split second, I thought I was hallucinating when I opened the door to find him standing there. In fact, I'm still not sure if I'm seeing things, or actually feeling things I suppose, as I lay down on the bed, pulling him down on top of me. My body has been doing strange things lately, I wouldn't put this past it; from craving the most random foods, to my emotions being all over the place, to having to urgently go pee in what seems like no time flat, when I was perfectly fine seconds before. All of those things are the down side to what my body is going though now, but I've already decided that if he isn't really here, and my mind is playing a trick on me as he pushes me down into the mattress, well.. this I don't mind.


Besides, real Max would be pissed, not showering me with a rain of kisses. Right? As if he can feel my uneasiness, he stops and pulls away from the the slightest bit, just enough so that he can look at me. It's then that it dawns on me that this is real Max.. because imaginary Max wouldn't be stopping, but ripping at my clothing instead, proving to me how much he's missed me, and yet here he is, starring down at me. I can only imagine I appear crazy, and at this point, I'm not so convinced that I am sane.


I should be furious. Him being here is a major indication that someone, hmm.. Jodi, gave away my secret location. Him not freaking out about the little predicament that is currently residing in my midsection also tells me that he knows, and he knows it's his. I should be beyond pissed at Jodi for telling him after I had specifically told her he would never find out, but with the way he's looking down at me, like everything is fine, I simply want it to be.


He takes the pad of his thumb and wipes away my tears, but it only causes more to fall, and at a much faster rate. He pushes my hair out of my face, and then places a simple kiss on my forehead, and I'm automatically putty in his hands. I sit back and watch as he unties my robe, letting it fall open before he cracks a smile at my flannel pajamas and then proceeds to remove them as well. I'm trying to wait as patiently as I can, and when he finally has removed all of my clothing but my bra and panties, I think surely he will end this game sometime soon.


I never could have been more wrong.


He explores every inch of skin barred to him, not missing any surface area, but never once touching or moving to where I want him to be. I wiggle my hips a little, as if to remind him of his duties, but only that drags a small chuckle from his mouth.

"Always so impatient," he murmurs into my neck. He can only let out a small laugh again as I start to tug his clothes off.

Max's POV

I lay with my head on her shoulder, desperately trying to catch my breath as she gently runs her fingers through my hair. I don't believe it, after all of that, she's fine, and I'm about to die. She's pregnant, how the hell is she in better shape than me? I pull my head away from her shoulder, my mouth opening to say something, anything, but she stops me.

"Don't," she warns through a quivering voice as she presses her fingers to my mouth, keeping me from saying anything. "Just don't," she reiterates in a stronger tone. I give her a questioning look so she continues. "Have you ever just sat back and watched people sometimes?" I shake my head no, not knowing what she's talking about, prompting her to speak up again. "It's so fascinating the way people treat each other sometimes. If you like someone, no one shows it in fear of not being liked in return. If you hate someone, you spend 99% percent of your time being nice to them, trying to convince them that you actually do like them, when it's all a lie." I smile up at her, knowing that this is what she does; she rambles when she's nervous. "And when you love someone," she breaks off, tears once again falling from her eyes. She glances up at me, looking straight into my eyes before she diverts them once again. "It's suppose to be easy," she says in a barely audible voice. "

"Nothing good is ever easy," I reply, leaning down to kiss her until I feel her shoulders relax again. "Especially not love," I continue. She nods her head in reply, letting me know that for now, things are good. "That's all just fairy tale shit," I say with a laugh. She smiles up at me before nodding her head once again.

"Fairy tale shit," she whispers before pulling my lips down to hers once again.