Chapter 124: A ceremony to remember
Andrew’s own worries forgotten, or glossed over for Ben’s more surprising, and happy news, Andrew felt that he could relax again.
He was calm enough that when it came time for everyone to get to their seats, leaving Ben and Amir alone beside Amir’s grandfather and Mrs. Beckett, Andrew didn’t feel weird seeing Maxwell again.
Maxwell had a slight happy flush to his cheeks, and it was clear that he was happy from the way he moved. Andrew felt like just seeing the man filled him with happiness and contentment. When Maxwell demanded his hand to hold, Andrew willingly let him. He’d let the man lead him into certain death as long as he got to be with him while it happened.
Maxwell was at the forefront of the group heading towards the sections set up for the family of the couple. Andrew glanced at the army of people attending, but didn’t look at them for long. Maxwell wouldn’t let him.
Andrew wondered if part of it was to make sure he didn’t get upset and spilled his pheromones everywhere, or if it was because Maxwell didn’t like to share. Andrew hoped it was that one. It was cuter.
Andrew also felt like a giant sitting up front.
"I’m blocking everyone’s view." Andrew told Maxwell once they were sat down. Andrew and Mr. Beckett scoffed at the same time.
"Who cares about them? Can you see?" Maxwell asked and Andrew nodded. Maxwell patted his thigh. "Then fuck them. You’re important too. I don’t care about half of these people, and certainly not more than you. So, they can suffer. You belong next to me." Maxwell told him and Andrew melted. Mr. Beckett patted his shoulder.
"And to add onto it, Ben and Amir would prefer it if you had a good view compared to anyone else here. So, stop worrying, Andy." They worked well as a tag team against Andrew’s worries, and he felt himself relax into the chair. It creaked as he moved, and Maxwell chuckled.
"You were a big boy before, but now you’re even bigger. Do you think you’ll go through another growth spurt?" Maxwell teased and Andrew groaned.
"God I hope not." Andrew muttered. He didn’t think he could handle more clothes arriving like that. He could already see the gleam in Mr. Beckett’s gaze.