on the morning of august 25, maxwell awoke at six am as usual, only this time his schedule was slightly changed. he’d requested time off of work for the entire day, a break they both knew that max needed, but one he’d only ever take to please wesley. that was what this whole day was about. max still made his way to the gym right when he woke up, though; there were some things in his life that just could not be compromised. “weeeeesley,” max cooed a little after ten am, the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and hashbrowns, a strange combination (but one wesley liked), filling their bedroom as max brought the dishes in on a tray. he watched as wesley’s sleepy eyes opened, a sight maxwell would never get sick of, and he smiled. “happy birthday, baby.” max whispered, sitting down next to him and kissing his lips softly.