You Can't Hide Forever (boyxboy)

Chapter 28

*Jax's POV*

We arrived at my house in enough time where my mom wouldn't yell at us. If anyone asked what we did all day I would probably be a stupid blushing mess. I was focused on working on combat so I didn't have to dwell on looking at Oliver covered in sweat, which might I tell you not many people pull off but he does. Of course the aftermath is even more embarrassing because while I was in the shower I couldn't get that image out of my brain, my hand trailed and so on and so forth. Let's just say I may not be able to look at Oliver in the eye in a while.

I opened the door to my house and breathed in the familiar scents of my mother's cooking and baking. There was always a certain smell of home that came from my mom's cooking. I walked in the direction of the kitchen where I heard my mom singing along to whatever was on the radio while putting different spices into a simmering pan of what looked like chicken. Kailee was right there next to her doing about the same thing, but she was making chocolate chip cookies.

"Are all those cookies going to be for me?" I asked leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. Kailee's head snapped up so faced you'd think her head would fall off.

"Jax!" she yelled and dropped the bowl in her hands (on a small table set up for her). I crouched down and was soon engulfed but her small arms and legs, squeezing me tightly. I rubbed her back and moved my head away from her wavy hair. She must have looked passed me because she started wiggling out of my grip.

"Ollie!" she yelled next and threw herself at a suspecting Oliver who also crouched down. He picked her up and her tiny legs went around his body. "Hey, Ailee-bear, how have you been?" he asked.

She crossed her arms and looked at both of us with a pout, "You guys don't come around anymore," she stated.

"We're sorry about that Ailee but we were a little busy, but we will definitely have to stop by more often so you don't miss us too much," Oliver said teasingly at the end as he poked her nose. Her face scrunched up as he did causing a small smile to form on my face. I walked over to my mom who was still busy cooking and kissed her on the cheek, "Hey Ma, what are you cooking?" I asked and looked over her shoulder.

"Nothing too special, I used to make this a few years back but kind of stopped one day, I just had a feeling and wanted to make it," she replied, "And thank you for coming on time," she added. I nodded in response.

I heard little footsteps making their way over to the kitchen. I looked passed Oliver and Kailee and saw Max running as fast as his little legs could carry him with a piece of paper in his hand. He stopped in front of me first and grinned up at me. I crouched down again and looked at his hand, "Whatcha got there?" I asked pointing to the paper; turns out to be two papers with different colored parts to it. He flipped on of them over showing me of a drawing of a taller guy and smaller boy.

"Wow! Did you draw this all on your own?" I asked in that excited tone people use on kids. His head bobbed up and down vigorously while his smile grew larger.

"You and me," he said with the smile still on his face. I nodded my head now understanding and being able to make out the features of him and me.

"What's the other one?" I asked pointing to the paper in his hand. He didn't respond right away but instead turned and walked over to Oliver. I took this time to stand up. He held out the piece of paper to Oliver. Oliver set Kailee down and crouched in front of Max looking at the piece of paper in his hand, which turned out to be another drawn picture.

"You and me," he repeated but instead it was of a drawn Oliver and Max. Oliver smiled at Max.

"Wow, this is amazing, where did you learn how to draw like this?" Oliver asked examining the drawing and looking back at Max. Max pointed to my mom standing behind me still making dinner. Oliver nodded his head in agreement. "You learned it from the best then, thank you," he added tucking the paper safely away in his jacket he was still wearing, now that I thought about it he rarely took of his jacket unless it was to train (sometimes he didn't even take it off here) or to sleep.