Kendall's P.O.V.
The very first thing I did when I woke up, was check on Max. Juliet was still asleep, and when i creeped into Max's room he was too. I sighed in relief seeing my house the same way it was when I fell asleep and walked back into my room. Juliet was still lying on her side our white sheet and dark blue comforter pushed off her. I sighed softly at the round, firm cute as hell bubble butt poking out right at me. I walked to her side of the bed quietly and softly set my hand on her hip, while my other one set outside on her pilliow by her head. She turned fast and opened her eyes, smiling instantly. I smiled back, turning her with my hand on hip so she was lying flat on her back, looking up at me. I looked in her eyes but my eyes automatically fell down to her tits. Both her hands went on my face as I slowly dipped my hand down in between her legs. "Is Max awake?" I shook my head bedning slightly and kissed above her left nipple closing my eyes. "What time is it?" I raised my rigth hand by her head and put in her face, wiggling my watch. She groaned quietly and i pulled my lips away from her breast looking to her face. "We slept late."
"I'm super late for work." She giggled and I stood up stretching my hands over my head. "I know everyone will understand that I don't go in. I just feel bad." I wasn't fast enough to walk away from her before she pulled herself up on the bed in front of me. Her hands rested on my shoulders and she pulled on me, making me walk flush against the bed, eye level to her tits. I put my hands on the back of her knees and glanced up seeing her giving me a small smile.
"I think Max would like having you home anyway. I know I would." I sighed quickly pulling her legs out from under her making her fall down on the bed hard. She huffed out sitting up after falling on her back and put her hands back on my arms. "We need to check his bandage." I nodded turning pulling her off the bed as I went. "I'm gonna get some clothes on. And start some coffee. Wake him up for me will you?" I only nodded as I walked out of the bedroom and went donw the hall to Max's open door. I stood in the door frame seeing him sitting up in his bed, his feet touching the floor. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and had only boxers on. He had his head down and he looked like he was trying to steady his breathing.
"How you feeling?" He glanced up and I walked in slowly stepping over all the things on his floor. I knew the day he got shot, before Juliet went to work, she asked him to clean his room. Clrearly he didn't listen.
"I feel like shit." I sighed at his curse word and walked to his desk sitting on the edge putting my hands in the pokcets of my sweats. "My stomach hurts real bad. Not nesecarilly the wound but next to it."
"Yeah dude...you had an object enter your body by force. It's going to take some time to heal and feel right again." He groaned out and laid back on his back, putting his arm around his stomach while the other rubbed his eyes." You wanna try to eat something?" He only nodded and I stood up walking to his dresser. I pulled out a shirt and sweats for him and turned to see him pushing himself up to stand. I walked to him, clothes out in front of him. He gave me a weird look, almost as if embarassed. I frowned and tossed the sweats to the bed unfolding his shirt. "You think you can lift your arms?" He nodded and started to, but groaned as he did. I simply pulled the shirt on him and slipped his arm through the hole on his hurt side. I lowered his arm quick and went to work on the other side as he put a hand on my arm. "You need help with the sweats?" He shook his head fast and sat down as soon as his other arm was in the whole. He grabbed the sweats and started to bend to put his legs through the wholes but he gasped out loudly and stopped. I dropped to my knees fast and put one hand on his arm, while the other held his face. His eyes were closed and a few tears were coming out. "Max...you don't have to do this alone."
"i hate feeling weak. Especially in front of you." My heart snapped and I took my hand off his face. He opened his eyes and wiped at them with one shoulder. He sniffled and he nodded down to me. "How am I supposed to be anything but tough around you? Around mom? I can't cry or show any kind of emoton because you..." He paused and I raised my eyebrows and he shook his head. "Nevermind. I can do this by myself." He started to pull the sweats back up but I stopped him fast feeling like I was about to cry.
"Do you know when you were born and we had to put you in an incubator, all I could do was cry? Was feel weak and feel helpless?" We locked eyes and I sat back on my feet putting my hands in my lap. "You almost died Max. Your mother almsot died. And do you know what I did? I sat in the waiting room. Crying. Being weak." He looked down quick and wiped his face with the back of his balled up fist. "I don't expect you to understand how hard it is to see your child hurt, and not be able to do anything about it. But don't you dare say I've made you cold and hard and unabel to cry. Everytime you've scrapped a knee...everytime you got the flu...I felt like the worst father in the world. And when I held you on Saturday as you bled out on that mall floor all I thought was...it's my fault. I let you get hurt once again and I was going to have to face the facts. I am a shitty father. But only because you get hurt." We locked eyes again and he was no longer crying anymore. I was, but he was done. "I have done my hardest to raise you to be a good man and a good person. And you proved that by literally taking a bullet for your girlfriend. But if you think crying, and being weak makes you anything less than my son than I can add that to my shitty list of things I've let happen to you." I started to stand myself up quick, looking donw, so he didn't see the tears pouring out of my face. Before I was standing completly up however, both my arms were grabbed and he was using me to pull himself up. For the first time in a really long time, my son hugged me. And not a quick bro type hug either. He wrapped his arms around the back of my neck and shoved his face into my neck crying out quietly. I wrapped around him tight, avoiding his bandaged side and shut my eyes lying my head on the top of his. I was crying still but his quiet sobs ripping through my chest made my tears come out more aggressive. I clutched onto the back of his shirt and tugged on it letting my emotions get the best of me.
We stood for a solid 10 minutes, clutching onto each other, crying. He pulled away quick blushing wiping his face, but I helped. And he didn't push my hand off. He let me clean his face of wet marks and when I finished he sat down and breathed out hard. "Okay...I think I need you to help me with my sweats." I smirked shaking my head and bent down letting him hand me the sweats. I let him put his feet in and made him hold them as I stood him up and he put a hand on my shoulder while he groaned quietly, stretching, pulling the fabric up all the way. When he breathed out I let go of his unhurt side and looked around his room for his sweater. It was on the end of his bed and I grabbed it quick throwing it over his shoulder. "Do you think...I can try to walk down the stairs?" I tensed up seeing him turning to the door but he stopped and looked at me. "With your help obviously." I chuckled and nodded following him out slowly watching him clutch onto the walls as his support.
It probbaly took us five minutes to get donwstairs, but I didn't mind. He grabbed my hand as we went and I put a hand on the small of his back leading him slowly. When he stepped on the last step I heard a few sets of male laughter from my kitchen and frowned walking him out to the noise. Our huge, clean kitchen was occupied by four people, who all turned to us, smiling big. I locked eyes with Juliet who was leaning against the island coffee cup in hand. She smirked before setting her cup down and walked to us setting a hand on Max's cheek. "You hungry?" Max nodded aggresively making all of us laugh. One thing my kid always was...hungry. And a smart ass.
"How you feeling buddy?" Logan walked to us as Juliet walked away and went to the huge stainless steel fridge opening it up.
"Okay. Little sore. Stomach is kind of turning." Logan nodded taking Max from me and walked him to the bar stool he just vacated. James who was drinking coffee, set it down and quickly pulled Max's shirt up on his bandaged side. I sighed out hard walking behind Carlos clapping his back gently. I bent donw and shook my head seeing James starting to peel back the bandage.
"Babe...in the car is my backpack. It has some gauze in it." Logan simply nodded ruffling Max's hair as he went by. "Well...it's bleeding a little." I tensed up feeling Juliet push into me, but ignored her small gasps for now. "But I think it's jsut irritated. Did you sleep on your side?" James stood back up from his squat and quickly threw the bloody gauze in the trash in our kitchen. I also stood up and watched Max look donw at the stiched up hole in his side, quickly beoming very still. "Max?" Juliet quickly raised his head and Max was super pale. I put a hand on the back of his head and he closed his eyes groaning quietly.
"Holy shit..." I smirked seeing Juliet roll her eyes and turn to me.
"Yeah...it's pretty intense. But the good news is it doesn't look infected. I think mostly irritated. I want to air this out for a minute so just keep your shirt up alright?" James turned quick to the sink and started scrubbing his hands clean with soap.
"Can I have somethign to drink?" Juliet turned fast to the fridge and pulled it open grabbing an OJ container. "I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before. It felt like I was going to pass the fuck out."
"Max." Juliet's stern voice made him only shrug just as Logan came walking back in. I took the seat next to Carlos on the end of the bar and ran a hand throuh my hair yawning out. "Here baby...I'm gonna make some eggs and French toast. You want anything specific?" I set my head in my hands and watched Max gulp down his juice, shaking his head at his mother. Juliet nodded and turned back to the stove going to work quick.
"Let me help Jules. You suck at makign eggs." Carlos slid off the bar stool taking his coffee with him and let Juliet slap his shoulder as he stood next to her. "So the Captain called me this morning. Woke everyone one in the house up. But he said you weren't answering your phone. Asked me to send you and your family prayers and love. Told him I would." I nodded staring at the back of my best friend, my partners head and cleared my throat.
"Los?" Carlos turned quick eyebrows raised and I smirked. "Thanks...for being there...walking me off the ledge. Telling me Max was going to be okay." Carlos shrugged turning to me completly and in the corner of my eye I saw Max look between us as James and Logan knelt down beside him looking at his wound.
"If the roles were reversed I know you'd do the same. Were brothers. I'm happy to stand beside you and save lives." He turned but not before winking at Max, giving him a thumbs up. Max chuckled laying his head on the bar top in front of him and groaned quietly.
"Do you two have to poke at it? It does kind of sting."
"Shush...were cleaning it up. The stinging means it's working." Max groaned again and it made me laugh. I set a hand on his head and rubbed it a couple times looking aorund my kitchen.
No, at this current point in my life, things weren't perfect. But as Juliet and Carlos made breakfast at the stove, and my two doctor best friends cleaened my son up and bandaged him back up all I could think was this was pretty clsoe to perfect. And the only thing that would make it better is if I still didn't have this monster in my head telling me, It was all my fault.