Fighting Family

9

Callum's POV

I sighed as I began walking downstairs. Yesterday had been a complete shit show. After my little talk with Andrew, we had come up with a plan of not letting Axel get either of us upset. I had warned Andrew before that Axel was going to try his hardest to get the therapist to lose his shit and he's had enough family sessions with me by now to know that's just what Axel does when he meets new people but Andrew had only shrugged.

"Then we won't let that happen," Andrew said with a shrug. "I know it's difficult but we've worked on your anger enough, I feel confident in your ability to keep yourself calm. And I've been working at camp for a while now so I won't be a weak spot. If he tries to go after one of us too much then the other can step in and take the focus off of them."

"I guess that would work," I said with a frown. "I don't know how he'll react to that though. He might not like it."

"He likely won't but it's better than one of us getting upset. Until I can get him into a session he needs to learn that he's not always going to be able to get a rise out of people."

I hadn't really liked the plan but Andrew hasn't done wrong by me before so I thought it would work out at least decently well. Nothing could have prepared me to see my brother scream at the two of us in clear frustration before walking upstairs and slamming the door to his room.

Andrew had looked a bit nervous at the reaction too but he didn't seem too worried about it.

"I think it'll make his future appointments a bit rough at first but I think the two of us will be able to push past it with time. I mean I did get through to Jax after all."

Still, I didn't like it and I would do my best to make it up to him and try to keep it from happening as much as possible.

The second I made it down the stairs my eyes turned towards the living room. Jax hadn't been sleeping in the bed when I woke up so I could only assume he had been up last night and fell asleep on the couch. It was a normal thing for him sadly but what I didn't expect to see was my youngest brother curled up beside him.

Weylyn was completely knocked out. His legs were sprawled out on the couch as far out as they could go while his head laid on Jax's lap. His arms had wrapped around Jax's middle like it was a stuffed animal and Jax had a hand in my brother's hair playing with it as he sat there, awake watching something on the muted TV.

"And what do we have here," I whispered as I walked up to my husband and placed a small kiss to the crown of his head.

"He came down about 2 last night. Carter was up and convinced him to hang out for a while. He was out not even a full hour later. Carter seems to think he doesn't like sleeping alone and Axel wouldn't let him in."

I hummed as I looked down to Weylyn. He had always been my easy kid. I loved both of them so much and I hated that I was messing this up twice in a row now. I wanted to go back to the days of our biggest problem being that Axel was beating up 10 year olds on the playground while Weylyn let it happen. 21 year old Callum could handle that, he could not handle Axel being a brat at every turn and Weylyn refusing to be alone without telling any of us why.

Before long the house came to life. Pancakes were cooked, my husbands were taking a shower, Weylyn had woken up, looking a little bit grumpy and staring at Jax with a bit of distrust but other than that seemingly okay, and Axel was just now coming down the stairs.

His eyes found the pancakes and to my surprise he actually smiled. His face was a bit red and I hated the thought of him possibly crying after last night but without knowing why there was little I could do to help him other than making sure he was okay now.

"Good morning," I said when he sat down and started dumping an insane amount of syrup on his pancakes. Axel only hummed.

Jax had headed upstairs to get ready for the day so the three of us were alone. Probably best to address this before we have an audience.

"So," I said as I played with my food. "About last night-."