Finding Myself With You 2 (Maverick Rose)

AXL 

TW: mental illness

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO!" I screamed as I had gone through one of my violent manic phases. 

Skeeter managed to calm me down a bit so I could talk to him. We were both sitting in the corner of the room. My knees were pulled to my chest and Skeeter was sitting in front of me holding my hands. 

"It's just going to get worse!" I cried. "Sh, Axl, it's alright," Skeeter said kissing my head. "You'll be alright." "No, I won't, nothing is working," I sobbed. 

Skeeter didn't say anything. I guess he didn't know what to, he wasn't a therapist. He was only the brave, beautiful husband who has to deal with my shit and I felt so bad for him. He doesn't deserve to have to deal with me. It wasn't his job to care for me when I was psychotic. He married me so the only thing he'd feel is love and lately I haven't been giving that to him. 

Maybe we're falling out of love. I hated to believe that was even real when everyone we knew would say we are soulmates. 

But even soulmates need time apart. 

"We need some time apart. You take the kids to Lousiana for Christmas and I'll stay behind and work on myself, it won't be good if I ruin Christmas because of my stupid illness," I said. "I don't want to leave you behind, Axl, I love you," Skeeter said as tears fell freely from his eyes. 

"We haven't had a Christmas apart since we got together seventeen years ago! Our anniversary is the week after Christmas and we were supposed to travel to New Orleans, but we can't if you are here. And you won't miss our eighteenth anniversary will you?" Skeeter asked. 

"I'll try to arrive before our anniversary, baby, but I don't know. Maybe we'll just have to do it next year," I said. 

"No, we can't miss our anniversary! I'll let you miss Christmas if only you'll be here for our anniversary! I-" Skeeter stopped. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Do you think you're ignoring yourself because of me? I always talk about what's troubling me and I never ask about you!" Skeeter said. 

"No, baby, I love listening to you talk. I do. I just think we might need some time away and that's alright. You can work on yourself and I'll work on mine, I'll call you every night and we can say how we're doing!" I said. 

Skeeter hugged me. 

"Okay, I just don't want to let you go," Skeeter whined nuzzling into my neck. 

"I have an idea to ease your pain," I whispered. 

Skeeter blushed and I scooped him into my arms and carried him to the bedroom. The children had fallen asleep not long after what had happened. 

I dropped Skeeter on the bed and locked the door and crawled on top of him and licked a strip on his neck. Skeeter threw his head back offering me more room to mark him as mine. I began to bite and nibbled on his neck. 

Skeeter hummed and placed one hand on the back of my head the other on my back. I grabbed my bandana off of the nightstand and wrapped it around Skeeter's mouth. "Let's be too noisy okay?" I asked. He nodded and I smirked and brought him to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his legs around my waist bringing me closer to him as I began to grind against him and take his shirt off. Skeeter moaned and closed his eyes as I took his pants and boxers off. I licked my lips and began to suck and nibble on every part of his beautiful body.

Things were getting heated when we heard knocks on the door. I groaned. 

"Fuck! Can we not have privacy," I muttered under my breath. "This could be important," Skeeter said. I huffed and Skeeter took the bandana off and worked to get dressed as I walked to the door. 

I opened it and saw Maverick standing there crying. "Maverick, what's wrong?" I asked. My heart broke at the sight of my son crying. 

"Can I not go to school tomorrow?" Maverick asked. "Why don't you wanna go to school, Mav?" Skeeter asked from the bed as I lead our son into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed. "I just don't want to, everyone is a jerk and I want to go back to my old school where I was starting to make friends," Maverick said. 

Skeeter sat beside him and wrapped his arms around Maverick. "I'm guessing it hurts a lot," Skeeter said tracing his fingers over fresh cuts that Maverick had placed on his skin. My heart shattered even more and a lump formed in my throat thinking about how hurt Maverick was that these kids were bullying him. 

He jumped to his feet and pointed a finger accusingly at Skeeter. "It's all your fault!" Maverick said stepping back. "It's both of y'all's fault! Why did you have to adopt a black baby? NO! That's not what I'm upset about! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO ADOPT A BABY! AND BRINGING ANOTHER ONE INTO ALL OF THIS SHIT! GAY PEOPLE SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO ADOPT BABIES! I'VE BEEN BULLIED FOR HAVING GAY PARENTS AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Maverick screamed. 

I grabbed his arm and yanked him to look at me. 

"Maverick Hunter Rose, I won't tolerate this behavior! We took you into this home because we loved you, we wanted you! Your parents didn't even want you! But we did. We love you. You could've gotten someone who hated you and beat and abused you all your life but you didn't get that!" I growled. 

Maverick squirmed and attempted to break free from the grip I had on him but I kept him in place. 

"And you're going to school tomorrow, I don't care what you say! Maybe if you weren't such a fucking dickhead we'd consider keeping you home! The only reason we send you to that school is so that you won't get your headshot off in the middle of class. So we can keep you safe!" Axl said. 

"A-Axl," Skeeter choked. I looked at him and he had tears running down his face. I let Maverick go. "Go to your room and don't fucking come out until tomorrow," I said. 

The boy did as told and angrily walked out of the room and slammed the door. 

I sat beside Skeeter and hugged him tightly. "Are you okay, love?" I asked. "I just don't know what to think!" Skeeter said wiping his tears. "Was this a bad decision?" "No, adopting him was the best decision we ever made. And one day he'll see that for himself," I said. Skeeter sighed and laid his head on my chest. "I hope so," He said.