User blog:Minithepeanut/We Can Get Through This - A Maxelle Fluff Fic

'''So, seeing as I'm inspired completely unoriginal I decided to make a fanfic for this wiki, for one of my favourite pairings which I don't think I've paid enough attention to lately. Enjoy. '''

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Sitting on Max’s parents’ couch brought back a lot of nostalgia. I remember sitting here the first time I ever visited his house and met his parents who thought I was absolutely insane for dying my hair purple, but loved it all the same, but it was different now. I wasn’t even talking to anyone, just waiting for Max to finish packing so we could leave and then, who knew if we were coming back. We had no promise of staying together. No engagement rings, no wedding plans, no contracts. All we had was a baby on the way, and our promises to each other.

Not that I don’t love him. I do, I swear. Things just get harder between us because of how different we are from other couples. We tell each other how much we love each other, every day. But would I even be here if we didn’t have our baby to care for? I can feel it kicking, and then I realise how uneasy I’ve been feeling. I notice Max walking out with his luggage, and I try to stand up, but realise I can’t. It’s not a physical inability. My feet are just unwilling to move. Max notices my struggle and he rushes to my side to help me up.

“Are you okay? Did the baby do something?”

Of course, he thinks it’s the baby. Then I realise he’s right, and it is the baby and I realise it doesn’t feel right, and before I can realise anything else, he’s on his phone calling an ambulance.

And when we get to the hospital, we’re rushed around everywhere, and he’s holding my hand the whole time and I realise he really does love me. I realise that we’d still be on his parents’ couch, holding each other’s hands as we watch some corny movie that he’s only watching because of me even if this baby wasn’t here.

And when I’m fine, I feel like the baby knows, because it’s stopped stressing and I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out from standing up. Max just smiles when he can see me feeling better and he squeezes my hand, and he tells me he loves me.

And I tell him he smells too.