Maximo wakes up to find Cassandra throwing an absolute fit in the kitchen. She’s always been a bit... eccentric but this is out of character, even for her. Was she really struggling that badly with learning to cook?
Eager to calm her, Maximo immediately made breakfast and cleaned up the plates. Cassandra deflated. She hadn’t said a word the entire time.
“Can you sit, please? We need to talk.”
“Sure. But you’re freaking me out with that serious tone...”
“Remember how we went away for that weekend? At the beach?”
“Yeah, it was great-”
“I’m almost one-hundred-percent certain we brought back a souvenir.”
“We didn’t even buy anything-” Maximo paused. He stared at her. She stared at him, worry and fear obvious. “Oh.”
They hadn’t really discussed kids. Maximo wanted them, but he wanted to be a professor with tenure, too.
“Yeah.”
After a pregnant pause, Maximo nodded. “That’s good. It is.”
“...you’re kidding.”
“No, seriously. You still haven’t figured out what you want to do and this- it’ll work out. We can make it work.”
Cassandra’s face brightened.
notes: oops.













