The Flightless

Note: wwoahh sorry for the crappy chapter I had a 55lb pitbull laying on my arms so it was reallllly hard trying to get this all typed out the way I wanted it to. (as in length and what not) I apologize my lovelies! <3

The Flightless ^{chapter oo9}

Max landed on the couch with a loud huff as he placed my freezing cold bag of mixed veggies on his face. I sat down a few seats away from him on my couch as the guys stood back looking at us waiting for another world war to break out. I huffed as I gently lowered my ass to the cushion before glaring at him as if he could flop over from my eye shots. Suddenly he rocked back against the stem of the couch and the loudest most familiar of laughs broke out from him making his chest jump up and down before leaning forward again. His hand came jetting down over my bruised shoulder and I found myself dumbfounded before looking back at the guys wondering if maybe I had hit him a little bit TOO hard this time. Did he finally crack? I looked back at him with worry before he smacked my shoulder blade a couple of times.

"That was a good punch kid!" he snickered before throwing back this time getting comfortable on the couch. 

Yea...he cracked. There was no doubt about it now, he HAD to of broken himself when I came at his head that time in reply to his multiple hits to my own body. I lingered there just starring at him like a kid just had seen two dogs fucking for the first time, before moving across the couch space between us and dropping my jaw.

" Big max......a...ah, pops..are you okay?" I asked. 

" huh? ..oh yea.. Yea kid im alright." he replied and looked at me with a warm hearted smile that I honestly I had not seen in years. 

He came and leaned over to me meeting the space between us and wrapped his large long arm around my head and I came crashing into his beat up chest as my lips quivered. It had been years since my father had touched me let alone did anything like this.  Benny, Jackson and Mark all stood behind us in the kitchen adverting their gaze knowing fully well this was a father-son moment. I could hear Benny wanting to look over and hope that something 'more' would happen between a father and son. And before you roll and gag that was just how Benny was, for YEARS he's been flying at us about nasty things between me and my father and I kept telling him not in a million years. Though...maybe when I was younger I had a few dark little dreams of Max kissing me and what not. But nothing more so than that, I never dared to dream more of it as I told myself it was wrong of me. 

Max had filtered his arms around my back and I could feel the stammer of his heart beating wild in his chest before his lips came crashing against the top of my skull. The words 'I'm glad your safe kido.' came out in a hush just for us to hear before I felt the heat hit my face like some elementary kid. Breathing in I knew then that my father, big max, had probably been pacing himself for days while I was gone hoping that this time It wasn't another jail adventure or that this time I wasn't dead some where. He was really worried...he really was.

" I'm home.."