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Baby blues Ch.5

Hey guys! chapter 5 is finally being posted after my lazy ass decided it needed to be done-

there are mentions of past child abuse and other issues similar to this, alchohol mention, and a small mention of toxic masculinity--

you have been warned that these subjects may come up. please be aware and take care of yourselves.

ok lil monsters, here ya go!

and happy late/ early thanksgiving to you all

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This was a stupid idea, but it was also david’s, so she guesses that was to be expected. A baby shower on thanksgiving was ok she guessed, if it hadn’t of been for the fact that her parents showed up. David’s mom was also here, albeit spending most of the time in the kitchen with david or watching the football game.

Max had made himself comfortable on the couch right next to his anxious mother. His nose buried in his DS, trying his best to ignore the stupid tv and christmas ads. Barf.

Gwens father dressed sharply for the occasion, and her mother had a nice casual looking dress on. He cleared his throat to snap her out of her daze, again.

“So, have you decided on a name yet? A young man needs to have a name that gets him somewhere in life.”

She sighed and put on a fake grin. “Dad, we don’t even know if they’re a boy yet. For all we know, they could be a little girl.”

He huffed, and placed a hand on his lap begrudgingly. Her mom put her hand over his.

“Well, i’m sure whatever they are, they are going to have the most beautiful eyes. The eyes you have are a trait that comes from your great great grandmother. She came here to-”

“To open up her own business as a women in America.’ I know, mama, you’ve told me that story about her at least a dozen times.”

Her mom only giggled and nodded, “yes, but stories are how we keep our lessons and passion alive.”

Gwen and her parents continued in idle chatter for a good ten minutes before David called from the kitchen. Gwen got up, fairly quickly, for a chance to take her leave. “I’m gonna go help david in the kitchen, why don’t you catch up with max? I’m sure he’s just itching to hear some stories about grandmama.”

Before he could even make an objection, gwen mouthed ‘sorry’ and ran off.

Max placed his DS on the side of the couch and scooted to sit up all the way. He put his hands in his pockets and waited. Gwen’s father straightened his back, making him look even taller in his seat than before. “So, maxwell,” “max. Just max..please.” He looks away from the man, slightly agitated. “Right, max. So, what do you do? Play any sports?”

He shakes his head, “no, i can’t.”

This perturbs the man a bit, “well, how do you know you can’t unless you try? You know, my grandfather thought once before that a single man couldn’t cut down a forest by himself, but you know who proved him wrong? My father. Yes, the man did it in a single week too. He was so proud of himself, even built our house out of the wood he used. He taught me that a man can do anything in this world if he puts his mind to it. Now, what about that?”

Max sneered at the confidence shown by this guy.

“Well, i still don’t think i can play any sports.” He frowns, “and why not!?”

“Well for starters, it’s kinda hard to avoid having an asthma attack when you’re pointlessly kicking a ball around in 100 degree weather.”

Gwen’s dad stopped right as he was about to argue again, and started to pout. Again.

Ricardo had always been strong opinionated wise, but somehow this little runt always seemed to damper his words. Natalie, his wife and gwen’s mom, on the other hand was very soft spoken, but always had a good family story to tell. They had met when he wanted to do a business deal with her father, and they fell in love.

“Don’t worry dear, i’m sure there are other things for you in life other than sports. I hear that cooking is a good practice to go into nowadays. Who knows, maybe it’ll be the thing that helps you find a little lady friend.”

She winks at him mischievously, this causes him to redden in the face and hide. “Yeah whatever, it’s not like anyone in my school would even give a sh- crap. All they want to do is look at their magazines and act like everything is ok, when i’m pretty sure the country is being run by psychos right now.”

He shrugs it all off, putting up a wall against the embarrassment.

Gwen comes back in and beckons for max, “hey squirt, Dad needs ya in the kitchen.”

Max grabs his game and hops off the couch. Anything to get out of here.

Gwen takes a seat on the couch again, now it being just her and her parents.

“So…” Natalie started, “i was going to wait until after dinner, but i think now is a better time. Dear?”

Ricardo nods and grabs one of the big bags they had brought inside. Gwen made a puzzled face, and only became more confused as her mother handed her a small red box. She cautiously opened it, and gasped loudly at what was inside.

“But, mama-”

“No buts, my angel. We talked about it and well, we decided it was time. Your father and i aren’t getting any younger, you deserve them. I believe that David, that man is the dearest thing to you.”

Gwen pulled out two rings. One with a purple stone, the other a pine green.

“You and papa have had these forever, i can’t just take them i-”

“Hush. i already told you. It’s a family tradition to pass these down. Every generation. You have someone you love, now the whole world can know that your heart is belonging to another.”

Gwen had already started crying at this point, and put the rings down before hugging her parents. They could be overbearing at times, even too dotey, but may her words be damned if she said she didn’t love them. These rings were always passed down, from mother to daughter, only when the mother felt that the love was true between her daughter and her husband.

This may have seemed like just a silly tradition to others, but to gwen, it was the world. Her parents were finally starting to realize that she could do things on her own. She was an adult, and they finally believed that. They let her go to david, and let her decide she was ready for children of her own.

Her mother laughed happily and returned the hug. “I knew you would make us proud darling, my angel. You will be an amazing mother to this baby. I know so.”

Gwen wiped her cheek against the back of her hand, smiling for real. “Thank you, mama.”

Davids mom, Shirley, had walked into the room with drinks in hand. “Oh, am i interrupting something?..I can just leave these for ya..”

She set the drinks down, and gwen chuckled. “No no, it’s fine shirley. We were just wondering if you have any embarrassing things you can tell us about david.”

She caught on quickly and took a seat. She grabbed her iced tea, and smirked. “We talking toddler years or preteen?”

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Max sat on the counter, a bowl and whisk in hand. He midlessy, and quietly stirred the batter that lay in it. It was unusual to see him acting so shut in, maybe it was just the company and out of schedule things going on. For some reason, out of schedule things made him uneasy.

David placed his oven mit down after checking the turkey, and stood in front of max. The yellowish batter looked about done at this point, but max didn’t really seem to be paying attention. “Having fun there?”

Max snapped his head up, but recovered quickly with a tisk. “Tch, i mean it’s not pokemon.”

He haned off the bowl to david and shoved his hands to the counter.

“All right, spill. What’s eating at ya champ?”

Max rolled his eyes, “nothing’s wrong with me David. Geez, what is this, doctor Phil? I don’t need a therapy session.”

That was too defencive, wasn’t it? Shit now he might be more worried. There was no reason he should even know in the first place. Why was he always so shitty?

“Well, just know i’m here if you need to talk buddy, that’s kinda why i’m here.”

David swiftly patted max’s head as he picked up the bowl. He poured the mix into a cupcake tin. Cornbread was always on of the man’s favourite things.

“Yeah..ok.”

Max decided maybe it would be best if he snuck off to his room for some quiet. A house full of people always meant mental exhaustion for the poor boy.

It was pretty easy to slip past the talking adults. They were too distracted anyway.

Once he made it up to his room, he did what he always did when he needed a chill pill. He made a space in his closet, set up some pillows, and made a fort of sorts. The small space was always comfortable to him. He absolutely needed this if he was going to get through dinner.

He crawled into it, grabbing his bear on the way, and slowly rocked himself back and forth. The motion always relaxed his mind, and let him focus on the movement of the air around him.

He slowly slipped one paw of the bear between his lips, and nibbled at it. The soft fur pushing up against his lip eased his muscles, and he just needed to close his eyes...just for a second.

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Max ran,and kept running. He had felt this adrenaline before, it ran through his veins like ice, and stung like a burn. He was nothing but a ball of fear at this point, and when he tripped, his heart stopped. This was it. His demise.

He was 5 again, and curled in on himself like an injured cat.

“You selfish, ungrateful, brat. You run like i’m some kind of monster. Look at you, you little fuck up, can’t even run right,”

The tall figure grabs his arm violently and max struggles fruitlessly.

The man laughs, and as he comes closer, David’s face is the only thing that can be seen.

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Max snaps awake in a cold sweat. His bear is in his lap, and a blanket part way over his head. He grips his chest with all his strength, and lets out a soft sob. He squeezes his bear against his chest for comfort, and continues to let out his tears.

He could hear his pulse in his ears, and it felt like he had been choking on his heart. He took a deep breath, composing himself as best as possible, before curling back up. Cooling down and falling asleep really wasn’t the best thing to do at the moment. He always tended to get nightmares when he was anxious, this lead him to not get very much sleep in the past week or so.

He wiped his eyes quickly, and pretended to be asleep in the floor of his closet as he heard footsteps.

“Hey champ, you in here? You've been awfully quiet i-”

David stopped his question midway, and placed a hand on his heart at the sight. Max was curled in a tight ball. His face was sort of relaxed, and he clutched his bear tight.

David pulled out his phone, snapping a quick pick before placing his phone back in his pocket.

Once he was gone, max turned over to hopefully have some more quiet time.

David hopped down the staircase quietly, and looked at his mother and wife with a smile. “He’s fine, i guess he got a little tuckered out from helping this morning. Little guy fell asleep on the floor.”

He chuckles, gwen following in suit. “I guess he just needed a moment to chill.”

Her parents and shirley all smiled, knowing exactly that feeling, of walking in on your kid sleeping in a weird spot.

“Oh yeah, that reminds my of the time i caught Davey sleeping in the dog bed with Moose. The little rascal thought the bed was so soft.”

“MOM PleasE”

Gwen snorted, and had to put her glass of tea down. “Of course you’d do something like that. Davey.”

David folded his arms and huffed, “really, I just don’t see why you always have to pick fun at me.”

“It’s fun.”

Gwen and shirley looked at eachother after replying in unison, and ended up laughing again.

Natalie shook her head with a chuckle, “well, since max is sleeping, I guess we can go ahead and give you two a little something that you should probably keep put away. Max certainly doesn't need to get into any of this.”

Natalie pulled another box from her stuff.

“Of course you're going to have to wait a while because of the baby, but we figured you could use a treat then.”

She hands Gwen a very expensive bottle of vodka. The bottle was in the shape of a skull, and had a red rose spiraling upward around the head. It wore the flower almost like a hair piece.

“Aww, thanks mom, i’m sure we’ll enjoy it.”

She gives her mom a quick hug, and hands the box to david. He places it on the table and smiles.

“Well, thank you mr. and mrs. santos! I think it would be a good time to bring out our gift then. How about it mom?”

She perks up with a grin, much like her son’s.

“I think that’s a great idea! Go grab the big boxes from my trunk!”

He gives a salute and heads outside.

“Aw, shirley you didn’t need to do that.”

Gwen puts a hand over her cheek and smiles as shirley grabbed her in a warm hug. “Aw you know it was inevitable. I had a lot of Davey's old baby stuff, y'all can use it more than me, that's for sure.”

They all laugh simultaneously, and David comes in with two big boxes in hand.

Gwen and David are given a nice green quilt, an old animal mobile, some clothes, and some toys. Gwen's parents also give her some baby clothes, and some dresses that Gwen can wear once she needs them to be comfortable.

The adults all sit together quietly, sipping on tea and watching football. Max comes out of his room, still drowsy and not entirely sure of if he should ask David for a coffee, but decides not to. He could stand not to be told that it's bad for his growth.

David goes back to the kitchen and finishes up the last of baking the pies and seasoning the turkey.

“All right gang, dinner's going to be ready in a few minutes!”

Dinner is nice, and since it's the second Thanksgiving max has had with them, he already knows that David has outdone himself. His food always seemed to make him feel a bit better. Max can only smile as he takes a scoop of homemade stuffing.

David smiles at how happy everyone is, and decides that it's a good time to share some good news.

He holds Gwen's hand and smiles brightly. “Mom, Mr and Mrs Santos, I'm glad y'all are here for me to tell you this, I've been terribly excited.”

Everyone smiles a bit, but max is a bit wary.

“I got a letter last week and, well, you're looking at the new owner of a very nice bit of woodland! It turns out, one of my old bosses decided he wanted to move to Europe, and with no use for it, signed it off to me! Maybe in a couple of years, I'll be able to open up a nicer summer camp, and we'll be able to work with children who want to learn about nature again!”

Everyone clapped, and max, well he only looked down to his plate with a nauseous feeling. For some reason, the thought of David paying mind to other, better behaved kids made him feel sick. He clutched his stomach.

David noticed and asked, “oh geez, what's wrong max? Are you ok?”

Max needed an escape, now.

“I just- need to go to the bathroom!”

He pushed himself away from the table quickly and ran down the hallway.

Everyone was quiet for a minute, until David broke the silence.

“I think he may have gotten nervous, he's not used to a lot of adults at once, let me go talk to him.”

Gwen and him shared an exchanged glance for a moment before he took his leave into the next room over.

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