Day One:
Monday 9:38am
The sunlight breached through the curtains of a small apartment in upper Brooklyn. There lived a family of four to the outside world they seemed like a average family well...somewhat, but on the inside of the walls in this sunny apartment in upper Brooklyn lived so much more.
"Rafe!" a small 5 year old boy called out from across the room,
"Max, go back to sleep" the older brother whined hating to be woken up early if there was nothing interesting going on. "But I can't,papa and dad aren't up yet so there's nothing to do...and im hungry" the small boy known as Max replied as his stomach let out a low rumbling like sound,"Then go back to sleep you won't be hungry" "It's not that easy Rafe" "Rafe..." the small boy pouted as his brother no longer answered to his call.
A small pitter patter of feet could be heard throughout the house."If no ones gonna help me i'll make my own food" Max grumbles out as he walks to the kitchen.We really need to go shopping Max thought looking through the almost empty cupboards, "Pancakes! I've seen papa make these before." but im not aloud to touch the stove,I know I could use the microwave! Max thought seeing the small clean white box in the center of the floor next to the window.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The fire alarms loud noise rings throughout the house as Max slowly backs away from the microwave emitting a horrid smell and sparks coming off like little rocks thrown across a lake. The ruffling of feet could be heard as a loud deep voice rips Max away from his thoughts,
"Blueberry,by the angel what are you doing?" His dad asks seeing Max slowly back away from the microwave, "IwashungrysoIwasgoingtomakesomepancakesbutIcan'tusetheovensoIusedthemicrowavesorrydad" "What?, blueberry slow down." Alec says walking over to unplug the microwave still making the horrid smell and small electric discharges. "I was hungry so I was going to make some pancakes but I can't use the oven so I used the microwave sorry dad" Max says a tad slower looking down at the end hoping his dad wasn't angry with him, but before his dad could reply a humorous laughter finds it's was across the room looking over Max sees his papa standing there his hair spiked up and glitter shimmering off him looking at Max with a lighthearted smile on his face. Max looks over to his dad who was frowning while unplugging the microwave, "Magnus are child almost set the house on fire and your laughing?"
"Sorry couldn't help myself darling" "I swear im the only adult in the house sometimes" "So blueberry what were you doing again?" Max papa asks when he was done laughing at what happened and the frown on his husbands face. "Making pancakes?" Max lets out unsure if his reply was a answer or a question.
"What happened?" Rafe asks walking into the kitchen where everything was going down, rubbing his eyes in a tired manner as if he never even heard the sound of the fire alarm that had just gone off, "I made pancakes Rafe!" Max replys in a suddenly happy voice "But they didn't turn out right" He adds in a now downhearted voice.
Joyful laughter erupts in a small apartment in upper Brooklyn at 10:02am on a Monday morning.
Hope you guys like my first Malec fanfic
Thanks for reading! Bye lovelies, EmeraldSkys
(P.S sorry for any spelling or grammar errors)