Andrew woke up on the Tuesday of the week that everything was going to happen with a knot of panic in his throat. He wanted everything to be perfect, had even had to contact May for help. He had somehow managed to ask for it without revealing too much of the plan, but he was a mess.
Maxwell, on the other hand, slept like a damn baby. Andrew wasn't bitter. Okay. Maybe he was a little upset that he was as cool as a damn cucumber while Andrew was working himself up. Andrew was about to start grumbling to himself when he remembered that Maxwell stored everything inside until he exploded. Maybe Maxwell was doing that, and it wasn't like they could talk to each other about what was going on.
They both knew why they would be stressed. Everything would be fine once Sunday came around and everyone showed up at the party. They had been told that they were having dinner at the restaurant again, and had just said that it was a monthly family dinner.
