It was all coming together. At least Max thought so when it came to the marriage and the move and even Christmas. But it was miserable out. Plain cold.
Thankfully, Chris's hand was just about as good as new. And he figured the two of them could get Bex's things moved. Of course, she hadn't done much, and he knew she might have a fit if she knew they were going to get this started earlier than later. It was a mess, but Max figured as much. He didn't want her doing any of this.
"Quit fighting me on this," he said before she ever got a mouthful out that she could take care of the packing and even the lifting. "You're not. You have to just go away for the day. Maybe go Christmas shopping."
"Do I have too." She looked hurt that he wouldn't let her stay.
"You'll just be in the way," Max said.
Bex looked at Chris as if he might have a different answer, but all he did was shrug and got busy wrapping up all her light houses. She stood there watching with her hands on her hips.
"What are you wearing to the wedding?" Max then asked as he was doing his best to put things in the kitchen in boxes.
"I haven't thought much about it." Bex rolled her eyes. "I'll look hideous in anything I wear."
"No you won't." He had to coax her somehow into getting a move on.
"Maybe I'll wear black," she said trying to offend him.
"Even Laura Ingalls Wilder wore black on her wedding day," Max reminded her. "And she even called her husband, Manly for a good long while."
"Don't remind me, how everyone is treating Oliver about me at the library," She was in a huff then.
"So what," Max had heard that not everyone thought of them as a couple. "It'll work out. Just go, will you." He so wanted to call his Mom and tell her to tend to Bex, but he couldn't. It would just make things worst. "Don't you have any girlfriends you could call and do something with?"
Chris shot Max a look then that he better be quiet and just get back to packing.
Max just sighed, he guessed they were all in this together. Best to have Bex here so she could tell them what not to do.