max stepped out of her room, the hallway dim with early morning light filtering through the curtains. her socks made soft shuffling sounds against the hardwood floor as she rubbed at her eyes, still groggy from sleep. the house was quiet in that peaceful way it only ever was when neil and susan were gone. no yelling, no slamming doors, no tension thick in the air. just the smell of something warm and sweet drifting from the kitchen.
she paused at the corner, peeking in.
billy was at the stove, flipping pancakes shirtless with a concentration that looked almost comical on his usually scowling face. steve stood beside him, leaning against the counter a cup of coffee in hand, grinning like heâd just heard the best joke in the world. he said something low, and billy snorted shaking his head, but max saw itâŚthe way his mouth twitched into a smile he didnât bother hiding. steve bumped his shoulder gently with his arm and billy nudged him back with the spatula, mock-annoyed but clearly not.
it was strange, seeing billy like this. not just calm, but soft. open. happy.
when billy had first told her about him and steve, sheâd been surprised. not because it was steve (though that part had taken a second to process) but because billy had told her at all. heâd sat her down one night, awkward and tense as if he were bracing for impact. she remembered the way heâd looked at her, like he wasnât sure if sheâd yell or laugh or silently just walk away. but she hadnât done any of those things. sheâd just nodded, let it sink in, and said, âokay.â because it was okay. weird, sure. unexpected, definitely. but not bad. not wrong.
and now, watching them in the kitchen, she felt something warm bloom in her chest. maybe she hadnât realised how much billy needed this. someone who made him laugh like that, who stood close without flinching, who looked at him like he wasnât just the angry guy with a chip on his shoulder.
steve spotted her first. his eyes lit up, and he waved her over.
âmorning, max,â he said, voice bright and easy. âcome sit. we made wayyy too many pancakes!â
she stepped into the kitchen, the warmth wrapping around her like a blanket. billy glanced over, gave her a nod, and turned back to the stove. he didnât say much, but he didnât have to. instead he plated a stack of pancakes with toppings she liked and set them in front of her with a quiet âhere,â then slid into the seat beside her, his knee bumping hers under the table.
steve joined them, sitting across from billy, and for a moment, it was just the three of them, the clink of forks and the soft hum of morning settling around them.
max watched them out of the corner of her eye. steve didnât touch billy much, not like he probably would if she werenât there, but there were little things. the way she knew his foot tapped against billyâs under the table. the way their gaze lingered on each other when they thought she wasnât looking. the way steveâs smile softened every time billy spoke.
they were in love. she could see it now, clear as day.
and billyâŚhe was different. not completely, not like heâd turned into someone else overnight. he still had that edge, that sharpness in his voice when he got annoyed, that guarded look when someone pushed too hard. but with steve, it was like some of that melted away. like he didnât have to be on defence all the time. like he could justâŚbe?
max took a bite of her pancake, syrup sweet on her tongue, and let herself relax. this was nice. quiet. safe. she couldnât remember the last time breakfast had felt like this.
steve leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. âso,â he said, looking at max, âany big plans today? or are we all just gonna be lazy and eat pancakes until we pass out?â
max shrugged. âlazy sounds good.â
billy smirked. âyouâre always lazy.â
âand youâre always annoying,â she shot back, but there was no bite in it. just habit.
steve laughed, and billy rolled his eyes, but he was smiling again, that soft kind of smile that max was starting to think only steve could pull out of him.
they talked a little more about movies, about school and the arcade about nothing important. and max found herself still watching them, not in a nosy way, but in that curious, quiet way you watch something rare. something good.
she thought about neil and susan, about how different the house felt without them. how billy didnât have to flinch at every sound. how she didnât have to brace herself for the next argument. how steve had slept over for the first time last night, and it hadnât been weird or tense or anything but normal.
and maybe that was the best part. how normal it felt. how right.
after breakfast, billy started cleaning up and steve helped, their movements easy and practiced, like theyâd done this a hundred times. max stayed at the table, sipping orange juice and watching them move around each other like they belonged in the same space.
she didnât say anything, but she didnât have to. billy caught her eye once, and something passed between them. an understanding, maybe a thank you.
max just nodded. because yeah. she was happy for him.
really, truly happy














