I need to be the vulnerable one

Maxwell normally hated weddings. Didn't matter if it was his own family, or if it was someone else's. 

In fact, it was one of the reasons he'd been so insistent against marriage. He never wanted to be at the center of all of that attention. His family also had so many strange traditions, three different receptions, several before photo shoots, a drinking portion that normally wouldn't be avoided but Amir was pregnant, so that wasn't going to happen this time. 

There were more, but Maxwell didn't bother to list them. He'd never cared before, but now, he had Andrew. 

Glancing at the man he was dragging by the hand whose face was still flushed, he wanted to curse.