Hey guys, sorry for the log hiatus. But I promise this will be long! It was actually thanks BrooklynNewsie that this is going up. Don't both checking her out, she doesn't write anything. Also sorry if the formatting is kind of weird, I wrote this on Google Docs.
As the family proceeded down the street, Max stopped to look in the storefront windows, all decked out for the soon coming holidays. His parents and his brother patiently waited for the youngest member of their family.
Magnus was holding on to Rafael's gloved hand as he led him into a store so they could get out of the bustling crowd of Christmas shoppers.
"Papa, how long will it take to get there?" Rafe asked Magnus.
Magnus smiled down at his son, "Well, if we didn't stop every couple minutes, it would take about ten minutes. But, at this rate, about twenty minutes."
"Can we get a taxi?" Rafe asked.
Magnus looked over at Max and Alec who were a few feet behind them. Alec's dark hair was falling into his eyes and he swung the blue boy on his arm. He could hear Alec's musical laugh and Max's giggles from here.
"No, Rafe," Magnus said. "We're going to walk."
Alec and Max came up behind Magnus and Rafe. Max went over to Rafe and started to tell him about the amazing things he saw in the window. Magnus was staring at his sons when he felt a hand slip into his own. Magnus his head against Alec's shoulder.
"How long has it been since you last saw Grace?" Alec asked.
"About 1962," Magnus answered.
Max and Rafe came running over to their parents.
"Papa, Daddy, we're ready to go!" Max said grabbing Magnus's hand. The family left the store and continued on their way to the library.
I hoped you enjoyed the third installment of my Malec story! Please R&R!