Chapter 275: The whole Beckett family ganged up on me
The next few days honestly weren’t that different from when Maxwell had finished up his heat.
Andrew was probably a little bit more on edge, a little bit more protective, but it wasn’t too different. He found that he was taking care of Maxwell more. Making sure he was eating, hand feeding him if Maxwell would let him.
What he did find that had changed was the emotional state of Maxwell. Maxwell had always been a little reserved, a little standoffish. Things had changed. Maxwell was slowly showing him his emotions outside of the bedroom.
It wasn’t as if Andrew hadn’t noticed it before, but it was like a dam had broken inside of Maxwell from them spending Andrew’s rut together. Maxwell was frowning as he worked, sighing when something frustrated him, pouting when Andrew wouldn’t carry him around when Andrew was busy.
Maxwell was the one who insisted that Andrew make him a little nest in the breakfast nook so that they could be together as Andrew tried to cook to do something while Maxwell caught up on a week’s worth of tasks that needed his specific attention.
It was...it was nice. Andrew wasn’t going to lie to himself and say he wasn’t over the moon that it was clear that Maxwell was opening up to him more. It truly was something that made him very, very happy. He just...wasn’t exactly happy with how they got here.
It was on day two of this new arrangement, when Andrew was still in the throws of his rut, that the phone rang. It was Maxwell’s, and Andrew rushed to check who was calling.
It was Maxwell’s parents. Luis was calling, and from the call, it looked like it was a facetime call. Andrew swallowed.
"It’s your parents, and they want to see your face." Andrew told Maxwell, who was typing away at his laptop from his little nook that Andrew had made him. It was full of Andrew’s clothes and scents, and Maxwell was even wearing one of Andrew’s too-big-for-him shirts. His shoulders were bandaged up, but Andrew was worried about how they would respond to that.
Maxwell did look rough still. He had changed out his collar for a different one since the velvet was covered in unmentionables. Andrew had blushed at the fond way Maxwell had looked at it, as he put it back into the box. Andrew had seen Maxwell’s bare neck for all of a few minutes and had felt his mouth water.
He wasn’t quite sane yet.