A/N: I love my reviewers! And Asylum Survivor, I never said no one likes Miggy, (I love it, for one,) its just that there isn't many Miggy fics on here. (This story is partically dedicated to you, anyway, I knew you liked Max/Iggy before I started it. 3)
Disclaimer: Maximum Ride is not mine, in hardcover anyway. I don't own anything.
Pour.
Pour.
"Again?"
I picked up the pieces that had fallen and swept them into the trash.
Pour.
Pouring was really stressful.
I barely made food, but this time, I guess I was really hungry. And I did feel bad about waking Iggy up just to make me some bacon.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
This is annoying.
I tried to keep my eyes open as I eat my breakfast. I had stayed up late last night with the kids and was paying for it now. I could just feel the bags forming under my eyes.
"Max? Max! What have you done?"
"I made breakfast." I said sleepy, waving the spoon and getting milk onto his nose.
He wiped it off effortlessly. "I could have make you breakfast."
"Yeah, but I made it myself, see?" I waved the bowl in his face.
"Well, Maxie, if you haven't noticed, I'm blind."
"Really? Most blind kids don't make bacon for angry bird kids in the morning."
"That's why I'm special." He grinned and leaned down to kiss my forehead without difficulty.
How and why did he just do that?
"Oh and Max?"
"Yes?" I replied groggily, tired and confused.
"I just-"
I never found out what he was trying to say because Gazzy ran into the room. "Yo Ig, I want some pancakes!" He shouted, and then looked at both of us, close together.
"Wait," He scratched his head, pajamas riding up on his stomach, "Am I interrupting something?"
"Yes!" Iggy and I said at the same time and Gazzy left the room, mumbling about how Nudge had kept him up all night and all he really wanted were some pancakes.
"That ruined the moment." I said after some silence.
"Yeah. I mean, I usually ruin moments with you. You and Fang, to be exact, but now that he's gone, I guess I trained Gazzy too well."
I snickered at that. "I remember that all too well." I said as he pulled up a chair next to me.
"Now, Maxie, we need to talk about what you've done here." Iggy gestured at my breakfast, knowing exactly what it was.
"I think it's great!" I defended myself.
"It's not that..." He said, putting finger on his chin.
"What is it?"
"It's perfect. I can't believe you were finally able to make cereal without damaging yourself or the kitchen. Next time, I think I'll teach you how to make toast..."
"I bet I'll burn myself."
"With me watching, you'll always be safe. I won't leave you so you can hurt yourself, Maxie. I'll always be here."
