Darkest Shadows

3) Immortal Love

"Then do it."--Ambrose

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Jaxin wakes up to Ambrose kissing his lips, cheeks, forehead, and nose. "Good morning," he smiles and kisses Jax again, he starts to pull away, but Jax traps him with his legs.

"Good morning." With another kiss, Ambrose attempts to roll out of bed but Jax pulls him back. "Where are you going?"

"I've got to go to work," Ambrose says, smiling when Jax frowns and smooths his lips with his thumb. "Don't pout, I'll be back. Wait here and I'll bring you breakfast."

"No, I want to come with you. You have to carry me though."

"Yes Princess," he jokes, "Get dressed, you're not going down there naked."

"Same to you, that—" Jax waves his hand and gestures to Ambrose's body, "Is all for me and no one else. You get dressed first; I'll watch the show."

He knows he can get perverted sometimes but can you blame him? He's got a hot fighter as a boyfriend whose body is toned and hella hot, of course, he's going to stare. "Pervert," Ambrose chuckles but gets out of bed and dressed, his backside on display; Jax wolf-whistles. "Get up."

Jax groans but gets out of bed, smiling as Ambrose watches his dress, "Who's the pervert now Bellezza?"

"Oh hush or you can w-walk downstairs by yourself."

Jax quiets and dresses quickly before jumping on his boyfriend's back, locking his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck, peppering little kisses on Ambrose's neck, only stopping when they are going down the stairs, so they don't fall. Ambrose sets Jax on a stool at the counter and pulls out a skillet and the ingredients to make pancakes, Jax's favorite. He loves sitting there watching Ambrose cook, the way his back muscles tighten as he reaches for something in the cabinets, he can imagine Ambrose cooking breakfast for their daughter, and it makes his heart flutter. "Are you going to keep staring?"

"We need to get our own house so you can make breakfast naked," Jax inserts, making Ambrose choke on the orange juice he was drinking.

"Jaxin!"

"Oh no, what did he do now?" Ace chuckles, Rhett following behind and yawning. "Ooh, pancakes!"

"Nope, they're for Jax."

"Didn't anyone ever teach you that sharing is caring Jax?" Ace pouts. "I am famished over here."

"Me too," Rhett adds, opening the refrigerator and getting orange juice out.

"It's okay Amby, I'll share," Jax smiles, an evil glint to his eyes. Ace notices and shakes his head.

"Never mind, we'll go to the Highrise, I don't trust Jaxin."

"I'm not going to poison them. Are Rhea and Gemini still here?"

"No, they went back to the Highrise to bathe Tarver. Well, Flame will bathe him while Gemini ogles her," Rhett explains, taking a seat on the knee Ace has pushed out for him. "I was thinking we could all go over there to watch the game."

"What game?" Ambrose asks.

"Babe—" Ambrose flushes and turns away, "the football game. I never knew what football was until Jay and Adam introduced it, apparently, in the Embassy the sport was discontinued after the Black War but in London, it became a huge thing."