Chapter 300: We are both working with our strengths
When they got home, Maxwell set to work. Well, they both went to work.
Andrew set to work on dinner, while Maxwell hopped up onto one of the stools at the island and laid out his weapons. His laptop, his phone, his brain and connections and set to work. They were working separately, but together. It warmed Andrew’s heart to listen to Maxwell work, barking orders and then asking follow up questions while Andrew made dinner.
Andrew always liked these moments. If everyone around him wasn’t so insistent that he finish his schooling as a Doctor, Andrew had half a mind to go to school to become an Executive assistant to help Maxwell out. He didn’t mind being a stay at home husband for his successful husband.
He had enough money for the both of them that he never needed to work again, and Maxwell probably didn’t either. Maxwell just liked his company, liked what it was doing, and wanted to make the world a better place for omegas like him. God, like Richard.
Andrew was so grateful that Maxwell was the way that he was. That he was so willing to help out. That he hadn’t even really hesitated to offer his house to Richard. The hesitation was that he didn’t want to be in this house, and Andrew agreed. If they got the house that they had liked, they would be able to section off a part of the basement for Richard. The ’basement’ part of that statement meant nothing. It was just the bottom layer of the building, but it still had 10 foot ceilings and large, beautiful windows that let in a ton of light.
It wouldn’t be a dingy space in the slightest. Andrew was already imagining how they could make it feel like a safe space for Richard. They could get a door installed, give the key to Richard and Maxwell, and Andrew would just...ask to be let in when need be. That could work. Probably help put everyone else at ease.
This plan all hinged on the reality that Andrew wouldn’t react to Richard’s pheromones and Andrew knew it wasn’t something he could control, but he was begging that he wouldn’t be that kind of person. The word that came to mind was pretty demeaning. He didn’t want to be a slut.
He knew that he wouldn’t be one, and that it was a natural reaction as an alpha, especially as a true alpha, but he couldn’t remove the negative connotation in his mind. Richard was practically his brother. He might not be blood related, but given everything that they had gone through, he didn’t want this to be something that would affect them.
Andrew knew, deep in his core, that May had the same worry. That she was worried that she would react to her own son’s pheromones. That was what had her so scared, so worried. Ford probably knew that was the reason for the deep seeded fear, and Andrew couldn’t blame her. Rose had the same worry, even though she was already mated.