It was their anniversary today.
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Charles had been waiting for this moment for his entire life. He woke up at 5 am to buy the ring, almost buying the entire store along with it.
His max. His maxy. They would..they would officially be..
God Charles was so excited. And nervous. Very nervous.
As French parents (or, parent) are, they terrified Charles with the possibility of ”what if max says no?!” and Charles’s response was ”maman va mourir” ”charles!”
So..he sighed and tucked the ring into his pocket. And his little brat of the brother, Arthur, smirked and said.
”you’ll be fine, just imagine him in a white dress.”
Which…..okay fine.
FINE.
And so he sighed, sitting on the couch, waiting for max.
This was gonna be a shit show.
.. .. ..
Max was scared.
Very scared.
Jos and his mom never had a good marriage. Ever.
Was he scared of Charles turning out like Jos? Well he hoped he didn’t but Charles was too damn kind to be like him.
Was he scared of himself being like Jos?
very.
He gulped, the ring in his hand stabbing at his mind.
With this. They would be together. He would be Charles’s. And Charles would be his.
He blushed, tucking the ring box into the pocket of his hoodie. Or Charles’s. He couldn’t tell anymore with how damn much he wore it, stumbling out to meet Charles, who was on the couch, looking at his phone.
..
Both of them made eye contact, both of their cheeks reddening. Before Charles got up too.
This was the moment. They thought. Both of them took a deep breath.
“Max.”
“Charles.
“I have to tell you something.” They both said in unison.
…huh?