As you reflect on your relationship with Max, you realize that your love is built on a foundation of playful bickering and witty arguments. It’s a unique dynamic that not everyone understands, but for you both, it’s the rhythm that keeps your bond strong.

However, not everyone appreciates this aspect of your relationship. Max’s mother, in particular, has always struggled to accept your playful jabs and teasing remarks, often mistaking them for disrespect or immaturity. Her disapproval has led to some tense moments, but none as dramatic as the day she confronted you both at home.

You laughed as Max crossed his arms, pretending to sulk. “You call that a joke? I’ve heard better punchlines from a toddler.”

You smirked, leaning back. “Oh, please. The only thing worse than your sense of humor is your cooking.”

“Hey! My scrambled eggs are a masterpiece!” he shot back, his eyes glinting with playful defiance.

This was how it always was—banter that only strengthened your bond. But not everyone saw it that way.

“Max!” His mother’s sharp voice cut through the air as she entered. Her disapproving gaze swept over you both. “What is this nonsense? You’re behaving like children! This is not how I raised you.”

Max sighed. “Ma, it’s just how we are. Relax.”

“Relax?” she snapped. “This person has turned you into a fool! You’re supposed to be serious, respectable—not some clown!”

Before you could defend yourself, her hand struck your cheek. The slap echoed, leaving you frozen.

“Enough!” Max’s voice thundered. The usual playfulness was gone, replaced by a fierce protectiveness.

His mother blinked, startled. But Max wasn’t done. “If you can’t accept us, then maybe you shouldn’t be here.” He gently but firmly led her toward the door. “Go cool off before you say something else you’ll regret.”

When he returned, he knelt in front of you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Are you okay?” he murmured against your hair, his arms wrapped around you like a shield.