Safe Haven — Max X Mariam
Max never doubted that his parents would love Mariam. In fact, he had been waiting for this day for weeks—the day he could finally introduce his girlfriend to the people who had raised him, the ones who meant the world to him. It wasn't about approval; he already knew they would welcome her with open arms. It was about sharing a part of his life with her, the part that had shaped him into the person he was today.
Mariam, on the other hand, had been quieter than usual about the whole thing. She hadn't objected—she rarely did when it came to Max—but he sensed a hesitation, something unspoken. He hadn't pressed, figuring she was just nervous, and when they arrived at his parents' home, she had carried herself with the same composed confidence she always did.
Lunch had gone even better than expected. His parents had been warm, kind, and eager to know her—not just as their son's girlfriend but as a person. His mother had asked about her interests with genuine curiosity, while his father had cracked a few easygoing jokes, making her laugh. Max had watched as Mariam slowly eased into their company, answering their questions, smiling at their stories, even engaging in playful banter with his dad. For a moment, he had thought, this is perfect.
And maybe it was.
Now driving back to their shared apartment, Max kept one hand on the steering wheel, his other relaxed on the gear shift, humming softly along with the radio as the car moved smoothly down the highway. The night was calm, the streetlights casting a gentle glow across the road. He turned briefly to glance at Mariam, expecting her usual sarcastic remark about his song choice, but she remained silent. Too silent.
She was staring out the window, lost in thought, her arms wrapped around herself as if shielding from something invisible. Max frowned. He knew Mariam could be quiet sometimes, but this felt different. The warmth she usually carried in her presence was absent.
"You okay?" Max finally asked, his voice soft yet concerned.
Mariam blinked, as if startled out of her thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said quickly, forcing a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.
Max sighed. He knew her well enough to recognize when she wasn't fine. Without another word, he slowed the car and pulled into a secluded but well-lit parking area on the side of the road. He shifted the gear into park and turned to her fully.
"Mariam," he said gently, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Talk to me. You've been quiet ever since we left my parents' place."
Mariam hesitated. A part of her wanted to brush it off, to change the topic, but Max's gaze was unwavering, filled with nothing but patience and concern. He wasn't pushing, but he wasn't letting it go either.
She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before finally speaking. "It's nothing, really," she started, but then her voice wavered, betraying her. She swallowed and looked down at her hands. "I just… I was thinking about how warm your parents were to me tonight."
Max smiled, confused but glad. "That's a good thing, right?"
Mariam nodded. "It is. It's just… I never had that growing up." She bit her lip, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as memories resurfaced. "My parents… they weren't like yours. They fought all the time. My dad was… he was a mess, addicted to drugs. And my mom…" Her voice broke slightly, and she exhaled shakily. "She didn't care. About me. About him. About anything. I used to cry myself to sleep at night, wondering if things would ever change."
Max felt his heart clench at her words. Mariam never spoke much about her past, and now he understood why.
"I ran away when I was still a kid," she continued. "Ozuma found me, took me in, and I joined Saint Shields. That team became my home. But I guess…" She trailed off, blinking rapidly as tears welled in her eyes. "Tonight, for the first time in my life, I came to know how it is like to have real parents." She let out a small, broken laugh. "And I didn't know how to process that."
Max's chest ached. He reached over, his fingers brushing against her cheek, gently wiping away the tears that had begun to fall. "Mariam…" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
She sniffled, shaking her head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all emotional. It's just… I was thinking about how different things could've been. If I had parents like yours, maybe I wouldn't have had to grow up so fast."
Max cupped her face, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him. "Hey," he said softly, his blue eyes holding hers with unwavering sincerity. "The past is in the past. And now? You're here, with me. Safe. Happy."
Mariam let out a shaky breath before nodding. "Yeah… yeah, I am."
Max gave her a small smile before leaning in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss against her lips. Mariam responded instantly, melting into him, her hands gripping onto his jacket as if anchoring herself. The kiss wasn't rushed or desperate—it was filled with understanding, reassurance, and love.
When they pulled apart, Max rested his forehead against hers. "I love you," he murmured.
Mariam's eyes softened, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "I love you too."
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. "For being here. For being you."
Max ran his hand up and down her back soothingly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'll always be here for you," he promised.
Mariam nodded against his chest, feeling lighter than she had in years. She had spent so long believing she had to face everything alone, but now… now she knew she didn't have to.
A comfortable silence settled between them before Max suddenly grinned. "You know," he mused playfully, "my parents can never reject their beloved son's beloved."
Mariam let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You're impossible."
Max shrugged, still grinning. "But you love me anyway."
She rolled her eyes but leaned in to give him a small peck on the lips. "Yeah, I do."
Max kissed her again, a little longer this time, before finally pulling away with a satisfied look. "Alright, let's get home."
Mariam nodded as Max started the car again. This time, as they drove off, she no longer felt the weight of the past holding her down. She was moving forward—with Max, with love, and with a new kind of hope she never thought she'd have.
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I kinda got emotional writing this T-T BUT I hope y'all liked it ! Tell me your thoughts in the reviews... :))