The Boss is a Masochist?!?!?

Chapter 45

Dedicated to SNEHALOVEANIME, thanks for the nice words <3

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I smiled at him and nodded, "Sure, just give me a second to put on the kettle. You can go ahead and sit down on the couch"

He nodded and nervously sat down on the couch. What does he have to tell me that has him so nervous? Hopefully he won't say he hates me. I put the water in the kettle and then went to the living-room.

"Alright Chris, I'm ready when you are"

His hands were running up and down his legs, probably drying them or maybe just a nervous tick. After another round of deep breathing, he was ready to talk.

"What did you mean by calling me your kid?"

I tilted my head and smiled at him.

"Exactly what I said. From the first time I saw you to now, you've changed Chris and I'm happy that I got to see you change into a respectable young man. You're basically my child by now"

He nodded and then took another deep breath.

"Ever since I was a kid, I've been given everything I wanted, but with the drawback of having to fulfill the expectations my parents had for me. It was touch, but Thomas was right there beside me so I thought that everything would be okay, but when he left...everything just got harder. I started to rebel against everyone and everything. My parents didn't love me and they didn't show me any affection. Unlike Thomas, I didn't get perfect grades and I didn't really have a passion"

He stopped to look at me, trying to see my reaction, but I kept a smile on my face.

"Then he came back to get me and I thought that he finally came to save me, but instead he told my parents about you and then just left again. Ever since then, I've hated you for taking him away from me. It was easier to hate you than to hate my parents. But after recent events I just realized that, well, you're more of a father to me than my parents ever were"

A little laugh came from him, "You're even a better mother"

Little tears prickled my eyes.

"I want you to know that I think of you as a parent-figure. Although Thomas is also like a parent-figure, he's my older brother so he was kinda born into that role. But you...you took me in after all the shit I did and you treated me kindly. It was just something I couldn't comprehend. What I want to say is um, I love you Maxwell and thanks"

By now, tears were streaming down my face. I walked next to him and hugged him, bringing his head to my chest and cradling him as if he was still a little kid. Little sobs escaped him and I just kissed his head and continued to rock him. Parents sometimes don't understand the effect they have on their kids. Christopher was barely shown any affection and the only person that ever did love him had left.

"It's okay Chris, you don't have to be strong anymore. I'm here for you baby boy"

He clutched my arm and sobbed into me. The poor kid was probably holding this in for the longest time. Once he stopped crying, I held his face so that he could look at me. I kissed his forehead.

"You are a wonderful person"

I kissed his cheek.

"You are my precious son"

I kissed his other cheek.

"And I love you too Christopher"

That started another round of sobbing, but I welcomed it just as I welcomed him into my arms. Like a little kid going to their parents after a nightmare, he held onto me as if his life depended on it. I hummed a small song and rubbed his back, while rocking the both of us.

"I can understand how you felt Chris. I'm actually not an only child, I had an older brother named Michael once upon a time. He was my everything and the one person separating me from my parents. When he was 18, he left home without looking back. He never called, or texted, or even visited. It was almost like he just disappeared. Unlike you, I never forgave him for leaving me because he knew how bad it was yet he left me there. He never even said sorry"

Chris raised his head up and placed his hand on my head, patting it slowly.

"It's gonna be okay, you were strong"

I smiled and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks kid, but leave the adulting to me"

He smiled and hugged me one last time before getting up,

"Thanks for listening to me Maxwell and um please don't mention this to Thomas"

I smiled, "My lips are sealed! Oh before you go upstairs, I just have a word of advice. Try to close your door completely before having a full makeout session"

The blush traveled from his cheeks all the way to his ears. Ah, it's so good to be young. He tried to respond but he just looked like a fish opening and closing its mouth. I ginned at him and he just marched upstairs. What an adorable kid.

Just as he went upstairs, the kettle clicked so I got up to start making the tea. I can't believe that just happened. Both my heart and brain already accepted him as my kid. Thomas should be okay with trying to get full custody of him right? I'll make his favorite tea to butter him up. Maybe he will feel awkward about being the parent of his brother?

I don't know, ugh! Thinking is so hard. I set the cups on the table and waited for Thomas to come back. How should I open up the conversation? As I was lost in though, the sound of the door opening made me jump. Thomas hung his jacket up then came to me, giving me a peck on the lips.

"Hey babe, why aren't you in bed yet?"

He moved me to the edge of the couch and then laid down on my lap, resting his head on my chest. I gave him his tea and he smiled as he smelled the aroma.

"I just wanted to speak to you about something"

He tilted his head back and I pecked him.

"That's good because I have something to discuss with you as well. You must want to convince me of something because you made my favorite"

I smirked, "How about we say it at the same time?"

He nodded and we both took a deep breath.

"I want to gain full custody of Christopher"

"I want us to have full custody of Christopher"

We both looked at each other for awhile before laughing. Thomas put his cup down then reached up to caress my cheek.

"You always seem to read my mind babe"

I nuzzled his hand and then kissed his palm.

"It's my job"