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“No! Absolutly not! I refuse. I’m not leaving this room.” Oscar crosses his arms.
“Oscar, can you at least tell me why? I made you breakfeast and I don’t want it to get cold.” Max has no clue where this crankyness is coming from. Normally Oscar loves breakfeast time.
Oscar shakes his head in protest, “No.”
“What’s worng, Osc, you love breaskfeast. Why are you upset, lieverd?” Max is trying to be patient, but he’s been at this with Oscar for some minutes now. Normally Charles is the more patient one, the one who handles Oscar’s fusses, but he hasn’t gotten out of bed yet. Which is weird because as much as Charles sleeps in, it’s never past 10 anymore.
“The floors~” Oscar pouts, stompping his feet a little.
Max is super confused now. “What’s wrong with the floor?” The floors have never been an issue before, why are they causing Oscar so much distress now?
“Their cold. I want to stay here, on the carpet, not the tiles.” He crosses his arms, his stubborness showing.
“Okay, why don’t I carry you over to the table, then you won’t have to touch the floors.” Max suggest.
Oscar scoffs, face in shock, “and be left stranded? No, thank you!” Oscar protests as dramatic as ever.
“Socks?”
“I hate socks.” Oscar pouts. “I’m not leaving this room.”
Max sighs, doesn’t seem like he’s going to win this battle. “Okay, I’ll be back for you.” Max promises. “I’m going to go get your papa, then we can all figure this out.”
Oscar seems happy enough with the answer. He climbs back into bed, curling under the covers.
Max leaves Oscar in his bed, heading towards his and Charle’s room. “Charles?” He peeks in the room. All the lights are on, but his husband is still in bed. “What are you doing? It’s 10:30, breakfeast is ready.” Max walks up to the bed.
“No, I don’t want to.” Charles whines.
Max sighs, now he has two grumpy boys to deal with. “And what’s your problem?” Max asks exsaperated.
Charles sits up and glares at Max. “My problem is that this house is to dame cold!” He pouts again. “Why must you insite that we keep it cool?”
“The house is not that cold, it’s litteraly fine. You have never had a problem with the tempeture before.” Max sighs.
“The floor are cold, the tile is frezzing. I don’t want to get out of this bed. It’s warm.” Charles pouts.
“Yeah, Oscar is your son.” Max rolls his eyes fondly, walking towards Oscar’s room again.
“Max?” Charles says, confused. Max continues to head towards the door, throwing a ‘I’ll be back’ under his breath.
Max walks to Oscar’s room, knocking before he opens, “Oscar, come here.”
“Dad, I don’t wanna.”
Max sighs. He walks over to Oscar’s bed, liffting him up from under the covers. Agaisnt Oscar’s protest, Max carries him out of the room. Since he’s not a monster and doesn’t want to ‘leave Oscar stranded,’ he bring Oscar to his room. He drops Oscar on the bed, tucking him under the covers with Charles.
“Oscar?” Charles takes his son into his arms. He looks up at Max, confused.
“Stay here,” He doesn’t think they’ll leave. “I’ll be back.” Max leaves the room, grabbing his keys. He tries to work his way out of the house as fast as possible trying not to be gone for to long. He drives to the closes clothes store and heads straight for the socks section. He spends a minute looking for the fuzzy socks, but once he found them he grabs two pairs of Ferrari socks (of course there was Ferrari socks there, it’s Monaco). He pays and heads back home. He returns to find his boys cuddled in together watching a movie on Charles’ phone. He stop for a second to smile and appreciate the cute sight. He then remembers his mission. “Here you go!”
Charles and Oscar startle a little, both confused. Charles sees the Ferrari socks in his hand and laughs. “Of course you found Ferrari ones.” Charles loves this man. Every day Max does something to remind him of why he said ‘I do.’
Oscar is stilla bit lost. “What?”
“Socks, but fuzzy. They don’t have the seam at the end of the sock, so it shouldn’t bug your toes, Osc. Also, Ferrari. Now come eat breakfeast you two.” He throws the socks at Charles, and exits towards the kitchen. He re-warms all the food and waits at the dinner table. He is soon joined by his husband and son, neither complaning anymore.
“Thanks, Max.” Carles smiles.
“Anything for you princess.”