Hale-Ferguson Residence
"DADDY!"
The first thing Ambrose felt when he stepped into his living room was a little body slamming right into him. He stumbled back a step, eyes wide with surprise.
Then came the warm smile as he looked down on his little sunshine.
"My baby." He crouched, picking up the little boy like he weighed nothing. "Daddy missed you so much. Gosh, did you gain weight while I was gone?"
Gabriel, Valentine and Loki followed behind him while Devon and Viktor stood waiting in front of him. The space god had teleported them here… a move that made him a little drowsy.
Despite Ambrose's successful guiding, he still needed at least a few more hours to fully recover. Slipping so close to going berserk while redirecting an anomalous tear in space-time millions of miles away can do that to you.
"I had Uncle Viktor's Beef Extravaganza this afternoon!" Orion said with a cheesy grin. "Then papa's parfait this evening."
