Salvation [M/M]

03 - Chapter Three - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

Stretching out, the sound of a baby crying made all the events from last night flood right back in. I was in the enemy's home. I went home with him last night, because I couldn't get into my apartment. He was speaking and I could hear him walking, too.

"You mustn't yell, Amore Mio, you will wake up our house guest, and he was unwilling last night. He will probably have a hangover, and your cries will be like glass in his ears."

He was right. I had a hangover, but not that bad. Thank the heavens for that. The clock on the nightstand in the spare room he lent said it was six in the morning. The baby stopped crying, and I heard him still walking around. I did not know a man like this would have a baby. He must have had a wife, too. I wondered what she would think about me being here.

Standing up, I used the attached bathroom, then opened the bedroom door. He was walking around the living room with a small sleeping baby in his arms.

"Sorry, I hope we didn't wake you." He whispered.

"No. Even if you did, it's not like I can be upset about it. Please apologize to your wife for needing to stay here last night."

"My wife? I'm sorry, I think you're confused. I am not married, nor do I have a wife. When I was married, it was to a man." He said.

"Oh."

"It was my son, right? That's why you thought I had a wife?"

"Honestly, yes."

"That's fair. I get it."

I nodded, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to stop the throbbing in my head.

"Let me just put him down and I'll get you something for the headache." He whispered.

"Alright."

He set the baby down in a swing and left. I watched the swing rock the baby back and forth. He was cute. Even in the low light out here, you could see that this child was biologically his. He cleared his throat, a water bottle in his hand and a bottle of painkillers in the other.

"They are both new, in case you don't trust me."

"Thanks."

I took the bottle and cracked the lid off; he opened the painkillers and handed me two. He dropped them in my open hand and I tossed them in my mouth and then took a sip of water. Swallowing them down, he hummed.

"You should eat something small with those. So they don't give you a stomachache."

"Probably."

"Come, I'll make you something small."

"That's really unnecessary."

"Please, let me. It's the least I can do after what I did to you in the alley, and after you still helped me at Maddox's."

"Fine. But understand, I'm not big on you Mafia men."

"Understood."

I watched as he cooked something small in the kitchen.

"Is the baby ok there by himself?"

"Wren will be fine. And I have this."

He pulled up the side of his shirt and tucked into his waistband was a baby monitor.

"So, you said you were married? What happened there?"

"For someone who doesn't like Mafia men, you surely have a lot of questions."

"Hmm, Yeah, Know your enemy and all that shit."

"Enemy? We are hardly that."

"My throat two weeks ago would disagree with you heavily."