The frozen yogurt place is packed, which isn't surprising. It's one of the first nights of summer, so obviously there's a ton of people here enjoying it. "Load up guys, my mom's paying," I say, waving her card in front of their faces with a grin.

It takes us fifteen minutes to finally pay for our yogurt, which is help yourself. By the time we get out of the crammed little shop, our frozen yogurt is melting. We find a bench to sit on and finally, I get to take a bite. I got the peanut butter flavored yogurt, and topped it with chocolate chips and Reece's peanut butter cups.

"I'm going to take a guess and say peanut butter is your favorite," Max smiles. He got a basic vanilla and chocolate swirl, but went above and beyond with the toppings. There's M&M's, sour patch kids, butterfingers, chocolate chips, gummy worms, and chocolate syrup.

"How did you know?" I tease.

Mara laughs beside me. "Give that girl peanut butter anything and she'll love you forever."

"Thanks for the advice," Max laughs. He starts picking off the mound of sour patch kids one by one, popping them into his mouth. Even though peanut butter anything is my favorite, sour patch kids are still pretty good. I reach over and steal a red one from him, and his face contorts into a look of absolute hurt.

"How could you do that to me?" he gasps. I stifle a giggle as I eat it. "The red ones are my favorite!"

"Sorry sweetie," I say, patting his cheek gently. I take another bite of my yogurt, letting it melt in my tongue and run down my throat.

When the three of us finished, we throw our bowls away and get back into my car. Max gets in the front seat, and Mara happily takes the back without complaint. She buckles herself into the middle so she can still leave forward. "What does your mom need us to get?"

she asks. I awkwardly slip the list out of my back pocket and hand it to her. I pull out of the parking lot as she starts to read it out loud.

"Pizzas, shredded cheese, popsicles, apple and orange juice, hamburger meat," Mara says. "Bro we're doing the full week of grocery shopping." Her voice sounds terrified, and rightfully so.

"Is that a bad thing?" Max asks, sounding confused at Mara's tone of voice.

"Max, how many people are in your family?" she asks, and I let out a sigh of amusement. Mara's about to get really dramatic, and it cracks me up every time.

"Five," he answers, and I see him turn to face her out of the corner of my eye.

"And how old are you're siblings?"

"Six."

"Exactly. Grocery shopping for your family is a walk in the park. Try shopping for a family of twelve with six growing boys. It's traumatizing."

"I'm sure it can't be that bad," Max says, but there's an uneasiness in his tone.

"Don't make your final decision until we're done." Mara advises.

Three hours, two carts, and nine hundred dollars later, Mara and I waddle into my kitchen, our arms weighed down by bags. My mom and dad are sitting at the counter, watching us with amused smiles on their faces. Max is waiting in my room for me. "Did you guys enjoy yourselves?" my mom asks.

"Of course we enjoyed ourselves, mom," I say sarcastically, setting the heavy bags down with a thunk on the counter. This makes her laugh, which only dampers my mood that much more.

"Don't worry about bringing them in, everyone else can help with that," my mom says. She hops of the counter and heads down to the playroom, where I'm assuming some of my siblings are.

Half siblings.

I shove the thought out of my head, praying to the moon goddess I will never think like that again. They have nothing to do with who my biological parents are, and just because we only have one parent in common doesn't change the relationship I have with any of them.

"I'm heading home now," Mara says, a knowing smirk on her face. I roll my eyes at her and hug her goodbye.

"I'll see you tomorrow. We can go shopping," I tell her.

"Sounds good." She heads out the garage door a few seconds before half my siblings come stomping through. I head upstairs, anxious and excited to get back to Max. When I open my bedroom and slip inside, I see him standing in front of my bookshelf. There's picture frames of my family and Mara and I all over it, concealing most of the books.

Max turns at the sound of the door, not bothering to hide the smile on my face. I smile back, taking a moment to take him all in. This beautiful human being standing in front of me is all mine, and I don't think I'm ever going to get over that.

"B, we need to talk about something very important," Max says, amusement clear in his tone. He makes himself comfortable on my bed, leaning his back against the pile of pillows at the head. I walk over and hop onto the bed, crawling on top of his outstretched legs so we're facing each other. He entwines our fingers, kissing the knuckles on my left hand and then my right.

"What do we need to talk about?" I ask him, letting the sparks and butterfly's take control of my body. I shiver raked up my spine and judging by the smirk on Max's lips, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"So, last night," he starts, immediately bringing a different kind of smile to both of our faces. My mind flashes back to last night, the two of us making love in his dark room and only aware of each other.

"What about last night?" I ask again.

"As you saw, we were both very caught up in the moment," he pauses. I can tell by the words and tone he's using that no matter how serious this is, he's going to be as comical as possible about it. I know it's not anything bad, otherwise he wouldn't be handling it this way. "We were both very concerned with each other and exploring everything. So, naturally, protection didn't even cross either of our minds."

I gasp when I realize what he's saying.

"So," he says, not at all concerned about what this means. "There is a very, very high probability that you are pregnant right now, given how many times it happened." I can't help but smile once again at this. Last night was the best night of my life (so far at least), and there's no way that I will ever be able to think about it without smiling.

"Does me being pregnant not worry you at all?" I ask him. I'm confused as to why he's so laid back about that possibility. I'm not necessarily worried about being pregnant, but the thought of it definitely comes as a shock.

"Not really, no. On the contrary," he grins, pulling me closer to him, "The thought of you carrying my baby is actually a huge turn on." He lets go of one of my hands and places it behind my head, pushing it to his face so he can connect our lips. I smile into the kiss, not being able to stop the laugh that follows.

"So basically," I whisper against his lips, "We're probably going to be parents in three months."

"Yup. And honestly, even if you're not pregnant, which is highly unlikely, why should we stop?" Max asks, slipping his hand under my shirt and pulling it over my head. "Like I said, the thought of you carrying my baby is a huge fucking turn on."

"Babe, we absolutely cannot do this in my room," I breath against his lips. "My entire family is awake and downstairs as we speak. They will definitely hear us."

"Then let's go," he whispers, his voice way huskier than it was a few moments ago. His ands are all over my body, and I don't know how I have so much self control right now.

Max picks me up and gets off the bed, running to the window and crawling out. Even with my legs and arms tightly wound around his upper body, he still manages to go through it effortlessly. The ninja theory is cemented into my mind by now.

"Where are we going?" I ask him as he maneuvers over the roof and down on the side of the house. It's on the opposite side of the kitchen, where everyone in my family currently is, so there's no worry of them seeing us.

"Away from here," he says, running into the woods.