Salvation [M/M]

20 - Twenty - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

My mother snatched Wren up from my dad without so much as a word about it and showered him with affection. I couldn't say this surprised me, though. This was normal for her. Marco didn't seem to have a problem with her behaviour, but I did.

"Mom, you shouldn't kiss other people's babies. More so without the parents' permission." I hissed.

"I'm sure Marco's fine with it." She said dismissively.

She went to kiss Wren again, and I covered where she went to kiss with my hand.

"Ambrose!"

"I think you should stop kissing him. He is not your child and you could make him sick."

She was visibly mad now. "You only say that because of your job. I'm not bothering you."

"You could make him sick. And you never asked Marco if he was comfortable with you kissing his child."

"Ambrose." Marco said softly, unaware that this was a hill I would happily die on when it comes to my mother.

"He is not your child, Ambrose. You don't get a say. I'm sure if Marco had an issue with me kissing his child, he would say something." She said, emphasis on that it was his child and not mine. It instantly rubbed me in ways I couldn't handle and Dad knew that, too. He took me by the arm, yanking me with him to the kitchen, claiming he needed my help.

I could hear Marco and mom chatting in the living room, as dad was speaking to me.

"Ambrose, please. I know her words were unkind, just take a deep breathe—--"

"She doesn't need to behave that way, and Marco won't say anything to her because he's under the impression that he needs to impress you." I groaned. "If I knew Marco could drive safely, I'd drink myself into a coma just to make this night go by faster."

"Ambrose!"

"I won't. I swear. At least not knowing I have to drive Marco and Wren home."

"I know your mother is hard to deal with sometimes."

"Understatement. I swear, I don't know how you do it."

"When you fall in love, and love someone, you become blind to even their worst behaviours." Dad said, smiling softly. "You will understand sooner than later, I'm sure."

Dad checked the food in the oven and cleared his throat, and I looked to the doorway. Marco was holding his side, but keeping a straight face.

"Hi, am I interrupting?"

"No, are you ok?"

"Oh, this yeah, I just got up at an angle." He said. Dad left us for the baby and I crossed my arms.

"Alright, let me have a look."

"No, I'm alright, really. But are you ok?"

"Yeah. Nothing I'm not used to. But seriously, let me look, I don't want to get rough and force you to show me, But I will if I have too."

"Fine."

I had Marco lean against the counter and I moved his pants down, and grabbed my phone, using the flashlight to have a better look at the spot where the bandage was lifting. Getting on my knees to look at the wound, without removing anymore of the tape, I used the flashlight to get a good look. It looked like it was healing and didn't have any puss or signs of infection. The stitches looked a little tight, though.

"Really Ambrose! In my fucking kitchen!" I heard my mother scream, startling me and I jumped, touching Marco's wound and he let out a hiss.

"Shit, Marco, I'm so fucking sorry. Hold on, let me make sure I didn't make any of this worse." I said, moving the bandage while my mother came around the counter to see exactly what was going on.