Salvation [M/M]

17 - Seventeen - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

At the end of our shift, we pulled back into the bay, and I spoke.

"Mia, I'm sorry for the other night at the hospital—--"

"Nah, I get it. You like him and you wanted to protect him. Honestly, I went home and mulled over the idea a ton and I got it. I would have done the same thing and I've never known you to be a terrible judge of characters, so if you think he's good enough of a guy to be with, I won't question it, or his job."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I don't see any reason to."

"Hm. What are your plans?"

"Max and I are having breakfast this morning, and then I'm heading home to sleep. You?"

"I'm heading to see Marco at the hospital. I'm going to get in my truck, get a coffee, change out of my uniform, and then head up."

"Have fun with your expensive boyfriend." She laughed, heading out.

Getting into my truck, I stopped and grabbed a coffee, and drove to Marcos. Romeao's car wasn't there. I assumed he might have been at the hospital. Getting changed quickly, I grabbed one of Marco's jackets because I didn't have my own, other than my paramedic one, and I didn't want to wear that in the hospital. I was off the clock.

Badge clipped onto my shirt. I headed up and didn't bother to knock. I just headed into the room. Romeao, Marco and Sasha, and my dad looked at me.

"Huh. This is... awkward." I muttered.

"My coat suits you." Marco said, smiling, trying to break the silence in the room. Wren was sleeping tucked in beside him.

"Should I step out? I don't want to interrupt."

"No, you're welcome to stay. You obviously came for a purpose." My dad said, in uniform, looking at Romeao.

"Please, come. I'll move if you want to sit by Marco." Romeao said, getting ready to stand up.

"No need, he can sit on the end of the bed." Marco said.

Sasha, who was standing beside me, spoke.

"You smell like Marco, his cologne... Oh."

"It's his jacket." I muttered.

"Yeah. It's not. It's too heavy—-"

"Detective Doornail, that is my father. Zip it." I hissed.

"Ambrose, I sure hope you're using acceptable words." My dad said, glancing at Romeao, as if he was reminding who we were in the presence of.

"Come sit." Marco said, his hand patting the bed. Biting my tongue, I made my way over and sat down. Marco chuckled.

"Sasha's right. You smell like me. Used a couple sprays, huh?"

"Eh, maybe."

My dad cleared his throat, getting our attention.

"I apprised Maddox of the situation, and Sasha is doing some digging into the situation. We are going to call this a freak incident. I trust you two families can work something out and sort this. The gang violence is getting out of hand."

"We intend to handle this quickly and quietly." Romeao said, glancing at Marco.

"Ambrose." My dad said.

"Yeah?"

"Dinner at the house this weekend. I expect you, and you're plus two."

"My plus two? Oh!" He meant Marco and Wren.