Where Did We Go

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2019

Author's Note: It's the moment you've all been waiting for: the wedding chapter :) and an introduction to Max! I hope you enjoy this one :)

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You watched as Marenna and Carter moved slowly around the dance floor. They were so wrapped up in one another that it was almost like nobody else was in the room but them. It was nice to see the two of them so happy - Carter, especially - after the last few months of hectic wedding planning.

Your moment was interrupted by someone tugging on your clothes. Max was standing next to you, one of his little fists clutched tightly around some fabric, looking up at you with wide eyes. You bent down so that you could hear him better.

"What's up, little dude?" you asked.

"Drink," he frowned.

"You want some juice?"

He nodded and held his arms out to you. You scooped him up and walked back towards the table where the bag Marenna and Carter had given you was sitting. Shortly after you had set Max down in a chair, someone walked up behind you and placed a hand on your back.

"Need any help?" Tyler asked.

You relaxed once you realized it was Tyler and not some family member who was coming to rope you into a conversation. Your teenage relatives - and some of Marenna's who hadn't realized that Tyler was "part of the family" - had already been hovering around you for most of the afternoon, hoping for a chance to talk to Tyler or get a picture. It happened at every family reunion nowadays.

"Yeah, can you make sure he doesn't run off while I grab him a juice box?" you asked.

"No problem. Hey, woah, little dude," Tyler said, quickly grabbing away his beer bottle that Max had been reaching for. "That is not for kids."

"Ty, Carter is going to kill me if he gets his hands on a beer."

"I grabbed it in time!"

You shook your head as you finally found the juice box buried underneath a mountain of stuff that Carter and Marenna had left for you. Max, upon realizing that you were holding what he was after, started to reach his little arms out towards you, making grabbing motions with his hands.

"Juice."

"Hold on, bud, I have to get the straw in here for you."

When Max finally had his drink in his hand and was happily sipping away, you took a seat at the table. People started to walk back towards their own tables now that the first dance was over, happy to go back to their talking and catching up with family members that they hadn't seen in a few months. You turned to Tyler and held out a hand for him to grab.

"Hey, Ty," you said, giving him your best smile.

"What do you need?" he laughed.

"Could you go get me a vanilla Coke from the bar? My throat is a little dry."

"No problem, I needed to get a drink for myself, anyway," he said, bending down to give you a quick kiss before walking off.

"Thank you."

You took a second to watch Tyler walk off before turning back to Max. He was still sipping away at his juice, his eyes roaming around the room at all the unfamiliar faces.

"How does that taste, Max?"

He nodded and then gave you a little thumbs up. You reached out and brushed some hair back from his face, even though he tried to avoid your hand. When he saw the frustrated look on your face, he began to giggle.