(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 31: The one who can tame him

Chapter 31: The one who can tame him

"Now then, now that that’s dealt with, what the hell do you think you’re doing here? And after I told you everything yesterday? Did you think I would appreciate this? If I knew this was going to happen either way, I would have taken Andrew somewhere else, and I would have hired my own security." Mr. Beckett went white at Maxwell’s words, and Andrew felt bad. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just cared about his son.

Maybe not in the best way, but hey, he was trying. That was better than his father.

"Max-" an angry glare was shot in his direction and he sniffed, lifting his glasses to wipe his tears. "Sorry, Angel, don’t be too harsh on him. He was just looking out for you." Maxwell’s glare was directed at everyone in the room currently. It only softened on Andrew because his eyes were red from crying.

"How can you say that? He made you cry." He protested, and Andrew let out a wet laugh.

"Angel, if you already consider us an item, I was going to have to meet him anyways. Maybe I would have hoped for under different circumstances, and when I was at my best, but that isn’t something I can control. Nor can you, apparently." That didn’t completely soothe him, but Andrew was getting somewhere with his coaxing.

"But still...you cried. I hate seeing you cry." Maxwell muttered, and the part of his heart that Maxwell occupied swelled. Andrew exhaled slowly, quietly, before leaning down and planting a kiss on Maxwell’s forehead. He knew his cheeks were pink when he pulled away, but the look on Maxwell’s face was worth it. His ears were bright pink, and his blue eyes pools of deep emotion.

"We’ve established I’m a cry baby, haven’t we?" Andrew joked, and Maxwell frowned.

"You aren’t a crybaby. You’ve had a very stressful two weeks, and your body is changing. Your emotions are going to be all over the place, and we don’t know what the end results will be." Maxwell protested, and Andrew smiled. Slowly, hesitatingly, he placed his hand on Maxwell’s cheek, stroking the skin there with his thumb.

"Still, your Father was just looking out for you. A strange man enters your life, enters your house, and apparently you bring me up casually? I can only imagine what I’d do if the roles were reversed." Maxwell grumbled, a frown on his face. His forehead drew together and Andrew resisted the urge to kiss the wrinkle. It was clear that he didn’t like that Andrew was making a clear point.

"I’m still mad at you for trying to protect him, but I understand. But if the roles were reversed, I bet your mom would love me." Maxwell was definitely pouting and Andrew grinned. He pressed another kiss against his forehead, unable to resist since he’d been given permission to kiss him.

"Of course she would have, after she gave you the runaround." Maxwell furrowed his brows again and Andrew answered his unspoken question. "My Mom was a mama bear. Very protective. I doubt you would have been welcomed until your fourth visit. She would have made you jump through several hoops. Your beauty would have softened her though. She liked pretty people." Andrew’s smile grew slightly pained. "She liked that I resembled my Father."

"Well, I hate to ruin this moment, but the scones, Andy?" Michael’s voice broke through their intimate moment. Andrew realised that the timer had been going for a while. Andrew felt panic fill him and he spun on his heel, breaking the touch he had on Maxwell, and Maxwell had on him.

"Not my scones!" He cried, spinning to grab them. Thankfully, they were fine, if a little extra toasted, and Maxwell turned to face the rest of the room. The moment that the two of them had fostered was gone, but he was calmer than before. His father felt worse, since not many could talk Maxwell down from anger. If Andrew was one of those people, he meant a lot more to Maxwell than his son let on.

"I...I’m sorry Maxwell. I didn’t mean-I actually just wanted to have a chat with the young man you’d brought in and I...I got upset instead. I’m sorry." Maxwell narrowed his eyes at his father, the patriarch of his family and the man who had built up an empire from almost nothing. A man who was known for not apologising, not taking shit from anyone, and crushing his enemies under his feet. A man who had been stoic all of Maxwell’s childhood.

"I am not the one you should be apologising to." Was Maxwell’s cold reply. His father’s face softened slightly, knowing that Maxwell had calmed down significantly.

"Andrew, I’m sorry for coming out like a bull in a china shop. Could you forgive me?" Andrew was surprised that a man who had been so concerned about Maxwell could so easily apologise. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t be surprised, since Maxwell had asked him to do so.

Andrew stared at the man, who looked like Maxwell, but was chiseled enough that he screamed alpha in a strong way. He did seem genuinely apologetic, which surprised him. He had expected him to try and fake it, and then do something shady to him later. But, he was also Maxwell’s Father. He had to have more to him than what meets the eye.

Putting down his oven mitts, Andrew walked around the island and held out his hand. Maxwell’s Father seemed surprised, but took his hand willingly. Andrew half expected the apology to be a ruse, and the handshake to be a double trap, but he didn’t squeeze Andrew’s hand to death, and Andrew smiled.

"No hard feelings, Mr. Beckett. I actually appreciate you coming to check on Maxwell and make sure he’s not being taken advantage of. I hope the more you get to know me, the more you believe that." Mr. Beckett gave a nod, before turning to face Maxwell.

"I’ll try to keep this under wraps for as long as I can, but your Mother is bound to find out eventually, along with your brothers. I’lll do my best to dissuade them from bothering you." He gave Andrew’s hand a slight squeeze before releasing his hand. He gave a small nod to Michael, before smiling at his son and leaving.

Silence filled the room for a moment, before Michael reached for a cookie and shoved it into his mouth.

"Alright, now that that awkwardness is out of the way, we should continue discussing your charts and bloodwork, Andy." Michael said, and Maxwell turned his gaze to Michael. Michael was busy shoving his mouth full of cookies to realise that Maxwell was steaming, but Andrew wasn’t.

"Uh, Michael-" Andrew started, but Michael cut him off, glancing around the room.

"I’m going to want you to sit down, I think. This is probably going to be a shocking conversation." Michael said, and Andrew glanced at Maxwell. He’d been gone for a few hours, and in the time he’d been gone he’d gotten a harder look on his face. His suit was still in impeccable condition, not a hair out of line, but his eyes told him a different story.

Maxwell was the one on a thin line today.

"Michael, I know you came all the way over, and had to witness that, but, could we do this another day? I’m just not feeling up to it." Andrew told him, lying through his teeth, and Michael paused. He glanced at Andrew, before turning his gaze to Maxwell, and back. He swallowed the bite of cookie he’d taken, before he nodded. At least he wasn’t an idiot.

"Alright, well, I’ll leave all the information on the dining room table then, and you can look at it at your leisure. There are also some more rut suppressants that I’ll put there as well. If you have any questions, or concerns, text me. Call me if it’s urgent. I’m basically your doctor now, and I’m on call 24/7. I’m serious. Nothing is too small." Michael gave him a look, and Andrew smiled. It was clear that Michael wanted to make sure Andrew knew some weird things were about to happen, but Andrew wasn’t going to acknowledge it.

"Alright. Thank you for understanding Michael. Take some cookies with you. We have a lot." Andrew helped Michael grab a bag for the cookies, and he took about a dozen. He had two more cookies before he even left the house, and thankfully, since Maxwell knew that he was leaving, when Andrew handed him a cookie, he didn’t protest. Andrew waited, while Michael gathered a few scones as well, for Maxwell to take a bite. Maxwell made eye contact with the man and took a nibble, before his ears flushed and he took a bigger bite.

The smile that broke across Andrew’s face was bright. Maxwell flushed, turning his back to him and Michael and Andrew chuckled, before helping Michael to the door, let him explain some of the documents he was leaving behind, and then waved as he disappeared into the night and down the street.

Andrew locked the door, humming to himself as he headed back to the kitchen and found that Maxwell hadn’t moved in his spot, but had turned to face the doorway. They stared at each other, neither one of them moving.

The two were alone once more.