He calms down as he sees you

Your eyes meet Alex's fathers. The planing of the entire afternoon is gone, you can barely think straight, but you now what you want at this very moment. "please stop yelling." You say, the words coming out pitifully from your mouth. Alex's fathers expression changes instantaneously from burning fury to cold shame. He is unable to meet you gaze anymore and looks down on the carpet.

"Oh my poor, poor dear." a feminine voice says dotingly. The owner of the voice Alex's mom Patricia materializes in the room and hurries past her husband. "My poor dear, what have you been put trough? Don't worry, we are going to make things alright dear." She says as she grabs your face and wipes away your tears. "I just want everyone to stop fighting." You say while breathing hard from your tears. "Right dear no more fighting, no more fighting." Patricia says and pulls you into a hug, your face disappearing into the cleavage between her colossal tits. "No more fighting right darling." she says and you can feel her turn slightly to look at her husband. "Right no more fighting." Alex's fathers murmurs, the air seemingly having left him. "Now dear how about we make some warm coco and work things out, would you like that?" She asks in her own motherly way. "Yes, i would like that." you sniffle.

For the second time you finish telling the story of today. This time to Alex's parents. His mom endlessly doting on you while his dad interjects with hard looks on his son. Poor Alex just stares down into the table. He had just barely manage to hold back the tears from his parents (particularly his father's) wrathful scolding. Luckily he is left alone by his parents for now as they seem to both really want to keep you comfortable. In fact none of them has shown any hostility towards you at all."Well this is a hot mess alright." Alex's father sighs as you finish. "Look, i can only say i'm sorry about what our Alex did to you, now since you seem intent on keeping the child then we will support you." He continues, his words are soft and comforting. Then he shoots another hard look at Alex "All of us" he says sternly, his words clearly aimed at his son. "Thank you Mr Cunningham. It really means a loot to me." You say, expressing your genuine relief of having Alex's parents on your side and trying to steer the attention away from Alex. "Oh no need to be so formal, we're practically family now. Call me Max." He says, his tone having shifted to express a calm delight.

"Don't you worry dear, tomorrow we are going to sit down with your parents and have a good talk and work everything out." Patricia says in her loving way. dread fills you as you realize that you will have to face your own parents. You now you have to but even with your sister and the Cunningham's support you are not sure you could do it.