Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 56: Meet The Family

Mama Ambrose was at once both everything I had pictured but also nothing like I had imagined her to be at all and I honestly wasn't sure which one of those two things momentarily threw me off my stride the most. Her eyes were blue much like her offspring but not mottled in the beautiful way that his lusting orbs were and while his face carried some flesh and a pinky color hers was impossibly pale and thin.

Maybe that was the drugs?

I swallowed my nerves back and in the deafening silence it sounded like a bomb had gone off or must have because the cold gaze then snapped towards me and with such sudden intensity that I almost instinctively backed up.

Uh oh.

Her skinny arms were clad in a battered looking sweatshirt and she was perched on the only free pew on the couch with one of her knees bouncing up and down repeatedly like she was trying to blow up an imaginary air bed and with her fingers picking and fussing at one another like she was physically unable of keeping herself still. Perhaps that was even where her son got his twitchiness?

Dean grumbled the word out in shock again,

"Mom?"

In response to his surprise she actually sneered at him and it was by no means a kind or welcoming little sound but instead was loaded with the type of raw bitterness that as far as I knew was a sure fire way to start a brawl.

"Mom is it now huh? Kinda figured you'd forgotten me along with the rest of the folk in this town. Not good enough anymore for the big successful wrestler."

"Fuck."

His fingers tensed readily in mine and made me remember our hands were still tangled since he had recently been slashed at by a knife wielding loon and I wasn't prepared to let him go prematurely or more than likely ever again. Dean was positively vibrating with anger and so to lessen his frustration I stroked his bicep with a loving hand, hoping to remind him that I was still there with him and that I completely intended to support him through the meeting but which then brought the biting focus rapidly back to me,

"So this is her huh?"

"Mom – ,"

Dean interrupted her with a warning but he still wasn't quite quick enough to stop her penetrating blue eyes which slung up and down then examined my figure in a way that made me feel about a half an inch tall and forced me to lift a hand in an awkward wave gesture,

"Hello, um, it's nice to meet you at last."

His mother ignored me like a hadn't even spoken and her reluctance to acknowledge me was a hugely crushing thing because it was literally everything I had been worrying about happening with the exception of the whole being-punched-in-the-face-thing and so therefore was like having to live a waking nightmare with the earlier added bonus of the inebriated knifing thrown in.

"Your girl is way too skinny and pretty, she'll be like a lamb to the slaughter around here."

I blinked,

"Um – ,"

"She won't last five minutes in these parts before the scumbags show up to try and eat her alive. Christ boy you sure know how to pick out the live ones. Disneyland hasn't got shit on this kid."