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𝘮𝘢𝘹𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒐𝒙 ─── tequila neat , chris evans , forty-three .
"How do we know it's not a fake? It looks like a fake."
North by Northwest (1959) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
“ six hundred dollars for a plushie ? ” face screws in utter disbelief as he places the high end bunny plush back. “ i feel like i’ve misunderstood the concept of baby toys entirely . that can’t be the norm … right ? ”
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @inhvritance
“ hold that for me , would you ? ” thrusts the phone with the torch light on into their hands before they get the chance to reply , too busy looking around under the hood . “ what time did we have to be there again ? ”
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @soixantequinze
“ i really couldn't be fucked going to a fancy resturant just for lunch today . so ... ” plops the take out bag on the bench , already nibbling on a french fry . “ buon appetito . did i get the order right ? ”
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @camelcts
“ i swear these galas get real boring real fast . ” has no interest in dwelling around idiots longer than he has to , nor getting shitfaced like he normally would . a changing man , perhaps ? “ c’mon . let’s go sit in the smokers area and play uno . don't ask why i have a pack in my jacket . ”
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @lovedsme
“ only in new york can you leave a black tie event and immediately witness someone taking a piss beside a lambo . ” pauses , looks to the other and exaggerates a wince . “ please tell me that wasn't your car . ”
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @del1ciae
“ huh ? ” snaps back after being lost in his own world ⸻ a world of upcoming fatherhood , constant worry , decisions he hasn't made yet . “ sorry , was solving the world's problems . you were saying ? ”
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @theydivine
( Ꮺ ) “ nothing bundt cakes is coming out with their new flavors today ! ” asia clapped her hands in excitement. “ we've got to go before the crowd forms and they run out of the new ones. i want to try the strawberry cheesecake and i'll be so upset if they're all gone. ” closed starter, @imprfct4u, @soixantequinze, @inhvritance
“ i’m starting to think you only keep me around for food errands . ” accusation lacks any real bite when paired with the amused exhale that follows . at the mention of strawberry cheesecake , however , blue eyes finally meet brown . contemplation settles across elder features , and he gives in only a couple seconds later . “ alright , that does sound quite nice ... but is it really worth fighting off a crowd for ? ”
Location: Charlie's Coffee House
Being up in the morning was now an ingrained part of Rhea's habits. So even when she had a day off of work she was usually up and about in town. She wasn't usually aware of how busy things could be during the week, a rare day off fixing that, but she did notice someone looking around for a seat.
"I'm not expecting anyone if you would like to join me."
sleep had abandoned him somewhere around four in the morning . after an hour of staring at the ceiling and another letting thoughts race around his head , max had ended up here purely to exist somewhere that wasn’t home . baseball cap sits low over tired hues as gaze drifts around the crowded cafe before her voice cuts through . “ you sure ? ” without waiting too long for the offer to be reconsidered , maddox slides into the empty chair opposite . “ thank you . everybody seemed to have the same idea as us . ”
“ careful, i might come more often than you'd like. ” mila admitted as she turned to look at max. a soft laugh escapes her lips as she turns to glance at the puppy for just a split second. “ i couldn't tell he's chaotic. ” she teases lightly. “ but in all seriousness – have you thought of getting him a trainer ? ” she questions. she knew nothing about training a dog, but she had assumed he had someone helping him. “ i know. but i'm not burnt out. that's why i do pilates. ” she smiled, but the more she said it, the less believable it sounded. mila was burnt out, but she would never admit it. simply because she didn't know anything other than ballet. “ well, we have the classical – swan lake. which i'd be surprised if you didn't know. ” mila said as she looked at the other, in a rather intimidating way. “ we also have onegin, don quixote and sylvia. let me know which one you want to see and i'll take care of it. ”
she may think her presence is an inconvenience , something to be squeezed in between schedules ( or even when she gets the chance ) , but max doesn’t see it that way . family is something you make space for . though saying that out loud feels heavier than he intends it to … so he doesn't . “ doors always open , mimi . come whenever you’d like . ” simple . at the mention of a trainer , there’s a quiet huff of laughter that slips through his nose , head tilting slightly as his gaze catches marlo about to chew on his on lead . “ been to a couple of lessons … think it’s about time we properly commit . ”
brunette's attention drifts back to mila just in time to catch the shift . it’s subtle , yet noticable to the maddox . brow lifts , slow . not calling it out but just letting it sit . “ mhm . pilates fixes everything ? ” a jab more than anything . light enough to pass as teasing . then she mentions the shows . hand comes to his chest like she’s genuinely offended him , like she’s struck a personal blow to his entire sense of identity . “ wow . i am cultured , y'know . ” a scoff , and a smirk curls dangerously at the corner of his lips . “ admittedly … the others , i have no clue . but pick the one you’re most excited about . that’s the one i’ll come see . ”
is it wrong to confess that she's frightened? regardless of the myriad of fantasies she had conjured up inside of her head over the years nothing could've prepared her for this moment. she used to think about it. often, greatly, with girlish innocence, the notion paramount to her. in old interviews, perhaps even those preceding her marriage, she had, in spite of being rigidly private, spoken about her desire for children. no awards , accolades, or roles given to her would ever come close.
to see maxwell on his knees is almost nostalgic. like she's twenty-something again, about to say yes to the love of her life. she pulls him close, still half-dazed, her mouth hovering above his ear before she murmurs, " i can say it again, and again, and again. you're going to be a dad, max. " bending forward, she nestles her face into the side of his, the action deeply tender yet nonetheless electrifying as she doesn't just stop, but tries her hardest to bury her countenance between the discernable line of his collarbone and throat. hot against his skin and linen, in the crook of his neck, she finds her reprieve, with barely any room left for inhales.
" i wanted to call you right away, i wanted to run through the streets, but — " vita grins as she lifts her head, gingerly moving a hand to rest over her belly that still bears no noticeable change in size, but will soon enough. " the doctor said that i should rest. " a thing that's easier said than done, particularly for a woman like her.
" the next appointment will be in two weeks. that's when we'll get the first proper scan . "
you’re going to be a dad .
for a second , max cannot breathe around the enormity of the declaration . the new title he will hold . six time drivers world champion , husband , uncle , dad ⸻ and suddenly that last word eclipses everything else like it was always waiting , just out of reach .
all those years spent teaching himself not to hope unravel in an instant beneath the warmth of her breath . the memories come uninvited — the quiet clinic rooms , the polite smiles that didn’t quite reach eyes , the onesies bought in a moment of naive optimism and folded away again .
there’s still that cloud that lingers over him . that cruel reality that this is fragile . that he is fucking terrified this could all go so wrong , that it could fade away again . but in that moment , her very being pressed against him , blue eyes catching the movement of her hand as it rests over her stomach .... that’s all he can focus on . otherwise he may just lose it entirely .
an arm wraps tight and instinctive around her like muscle memory . forehead presses to the side of her neck and a disbelieving , shaky laugh slips free but oh , he believes . “ jesus christ . ” and then he's smiling , eyes burning and glassy yet he refuses to break their hold . relishing in the weight of the moment . the reality that finally ... they were going to be parents .
when max pulls back , rough hands cradle her face with such care that condricts the tremor and eyes bore into her's with a new found resolve . “ ohhh , you will rest . ” quiet chuckle slips through , head nodding as if to force her to do the same . “ try me . everything , anything you need ... i'll handle it . ” thumb brushes slow over the side of her face , already thinking of ways he'll make it happen . “ every scan — every fortnight , every week , i don't fucking care . i'm there . ”
OPEN STARTER : laurence riordan a random cafe near graham records
laurie looks up at the footsteps beside their table, flipping its notebook closed and pulling it out of the way to make space for their guest. the other goes to speak, and laurie holds up a hand. “ give me a sec, ” they say, downing the last of their coffee before setting the cup down. “ okay, i'm all ears. what's got you looking like someone hid vegemite in your chocolate ? ”
“ is that your way of saying i've got a scowl on my face ? ” there's faint accusation in the question , though singular brow arches as if to insinuate underlying humour . hand curls around the back of the chair before he finally drops into it , posture a tad heavier than usual . like sitting down alone has shaved a fraction of whatever weight's been riding his shoulders . “ as long as i don't look like my father , we're good . ” dig at his patriarch comes easily , possibly too easy to pass as a joke yet retiree doesn't let it linger . instead , attention drifts briefly toward the abandoned notebook then settling back to the other once more . “ whatcha working on ? ”
❝ it's fine. business comes first and all that. ❞ lexie excuses without thought, pulling her knees up to her chest as she draws plush pink blanket tighter around her. business has always come first — except, it never has with them. he's always been good at that. being around max is like being a little girl again. or, rather, it's one of the only times she's ever been allowed to be just a girl. she's always thought herself lucky to have him - the olsen twins had their dad, and she has him. ❝ we were picking a movie. your choice, seeing as you brought the snacks. but only if you brought me my favourite. ❞
a noise of pure disapproval escapes , nose scrunching alongside the furrow of his brow . business comes first , my ass . he’s seen what that thinking turns into . watched it pick away pieces of his life … almost losing his marriage … never again . “ hey … c’mon . ” tone softens instinctively , like he’s smoothing it over without letting it become a thing . “ as if i wouldn’t bring your favourite . one grey hair extraction and suddenly i’m slipping ? rude . ” corners of his lips tug upward despite himself , fondess settling into fine lines . like no matter how old she gets , part of him still sees the little girl who used to trail after him . brunette drops beside her with a grunt , snack bag landing in her lap atop pink blanket . “ so , shitty horror movie … or mrs doubtfire ? ”
being from a family of rather busy people, mila tried to make as much time as she could to hang out with any of her family members. yet, it seems like as of late, that wasn't really the case. so when she found time to see max, she was rather thrilled. “ i wish i had the time to get one, honestly. ” the younger maddox admitted as she looked at marlo. “ i am getting ready to perform this summer. we have so many upcoming shows, and i'm obviously not dancing in all of them, although i wish i did. ” a soft chuckle escapes her lips. it might sound like a joke to most, but in reality, mila did wish she could do more than two shows a season.
“ you’re more than welcome to puppysit at any time . ” a faintly mischievous glance lands on mila . “ though i should warn you … he has a talent for chaos . ” an understatement . he’s lost count how many times the little rascal has bolted after the cat around their place or sent something of vita’s swaying off a surface in a burst of excitement . expression softens as max takes in her update , pride and admiration shining in blue hues . “ you do realise there’s this thing called burnout , right ? they probably don’t want that happening to you . ” it isn't scolding . more like familiarity slipping through his tone from knowing what its like to love something enough to forget your own limits . “ what’re the shows ? i'd be happy to be the very supportive audience member … even if i may not fully get it . ”
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