#themidastouch

“Chill out,” Fezco held his hands in defence, noting her glare.

“Oppenheimer looks the shit though,” Ashtray piped up from his place on the other couch.

“We’ll see it before Barbie,” she appeased him.

Settling his hand down on her thigh, Fezco’s gaze flickered between the two, “Swear that shit is like three hours long, you wanna be in the movie theatre for the whole day?”

“Yes,” Rory didn’t see a problem with it. She spent hours watching the entire Twilight franchise in the movie theatre with Kat a couple of weeks prior.

“Shit, even I’ll see that Barbie movie sounds dope,” something that they never thought would come out of Ashtray’s mouth.

“Should’ve recorded that.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck you,” he was quick to flip her off, not that she paid any mind to it. She turned back to Fezco, “So you’ll wear pink?” Seeing the apprehensive look on his face, she continued, “I’ll get you pink laces,” she said with a small pout.

Ashtray rolled his eyes, knowing his brother would do just about anything to keep Rory happy and even though he wouldn’t admit it, Ashtray would wear pink top under a black hoodie to make her feel happy… but there was no way in hell he would take that shit off.

Fezco nodded almost immediately.

“Shit sounds good,” he responded, smiling when she beamed and threw her arms around him, “Ash, gotta do somethin’ too.”

“The fuck I don’t,” Ashtray’s amusement faded instantly, a scowl was quick to replace it. “And Rory don’t ask me for shit, and don’t start pouting, that shit won’t work on me.”

“I’ll just wait until you’re asleep and paint your nails,” she stated, wickedly grinning at the look in his eyes.

Before Fezco could say anything, Ashtray rushed out of his seat and began chasing her around the room.

a/n:

Wrote this a while ago, just thought it was cute.

"Because I'm on my period." she gestured to the heat pad that was practically stuck to her stomach.

The pad barely brought her any comfort.

The pain and discomfort only worsen her mood.

Rory couldn't understand why he couldn't understand what she was going through. She noticed that recently he had been more angry and explosive.

She knew of the pressure that his father put on him, however, his angst was more directed towards her than anyone else.

He stopped his pacing and looked at her in annoyance "So? just take your pills and you'll be fine."

Her lips parted in shock, "The day you start bleeding from your vagina, let me know." she sassed and picked up her phone, she didn't even want to look at his face anymore, she needed a distraction.

She removed the heat pad since ineffective.

His eyes darkened and he glared at his girlfriend, "I don't have a vagina, Relly you know that." he gritted out.

Completely disgusted by the idea she could even suggest it.

His skin grew hot at the thought.

"It's called sarcasm Nate," she said bluntly, not looking away from her phone screen, the screen that he desperately wanted to break.

He let out a humourless chuckle, "I know and you know I hate it."

He loved Rory with...part of his heart, however something he couldn't abide by was her attitude, the fact she didn't blindly follow him like his previous conquests did.

He knew this was hypercritical since he liked that she was outspoken and that she was one of the few girls that he could banter with.

She nodded slowly and glanced up at the raging boy, "That's why I do it." It seemed like they constantly had the same argument for the past 5 months.

Even when they started dating he used to comment on certain parts of her personality, initially, it was passive then it soon became something he would scorn her for every waking minute of the day.

Sometimes she wished that they could go on a break, but Rory knew he was way too controlling to let her slip through his fingers.

He stood at the end of his bed, blocking her view from the sunlight piercing his room, "So you can support Mckay but not me." he puffed out his chest and crossed his arms.

Although he was 15 years old, he stood at 6ft 2, he intimidated a lot of people around him. His huge build helped him beat a lot of his opposition, both on and off the field.

He loved the height difference between him and Rory, in his eyes, it was easier to protect him from the predators that he knew were ready to hurt or defile her.

Predators such as his father.

She let out an annoyed sigh and turned her attention back to him by placing her phone on his bed, "You know me and Chris aren't even friends anymore, so don't mention him." She hissed, "don't compare the two of you." guilt flashed through his eyes at the mention of his good friend.

She never knew why Mckay started ignoring her.

Rory unfortunately never connected the dots, she just assumed it was a coincidence that when she entered her first relationship he cut all ties with her.

Blocking her on everything.

Nate comforted her when she started to cry and spent the rest of the day checking in with his infatuation.

"I just don't get you sometimes, you're so fucking difficult." he shook his head disapprovingly.

Whenever she acted out like this, it allowed him to feel less guilty about cheating on her.

She laughed bitterly and cocked her head to the side, "You literally told me I was perfect an hour ago and now I'm difficult."

"Because you didn't have an attitude an hour ago." he raised his voice, pissing her off further.

She clenched her fist and counted to 10 in her mind, trying to keep her composure, "You're such a dick sometimes Nate." she winced when another cramp shot through her stomach.

Fuck.

She watched as gears turned in his, Nate's eyes suddenly locked onto hers, "Are you trying to break up with me?" he approached her and sat on his bed with a heartbroken expression.

She sighed and came closer to him, "What? no why do you think that?" she had no clue why he blurted that out.

"Because of the way you're behaving," he whined and placed his face in his hands.

"What, because I'm behaving like I'm in pain, which I am and I can't go to one of your games Nate, it's just one fucking game," she whispered not realising the weight that her words carried causing him to turn to her in distress.

"You don't love me anymore." he choked back a sob and looked at the floor, attempting to hold back the tears that he was trying to conjure up.

Her eyes widened, she was taken back by his change in demeanour.

She started rubbing his back in a comforting motion. She hated when people were upset, especially if it was someone she loves.

"You know I do Nate," she spoke softly.

He shook his head vigorously, "You haven't said that all day."

"Pretty sure I have," she mumbled.

"You haven't." he looked up at his girlfriend with a defeated expression, making her feel guilty.

She cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, "I love you."

He grabbed her face and kissed her again, "I love you too Relly," he placed another kiss on her lips before asking her again, "so will you come to my game baby?" he tilted his head.

She nodded slowly, "I will amore." he pulled her to his chest and embraced her in a hug, she couldn't see the sly smirk that appeared on his face.

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RORY'S CAR (Mid-January 2017):

"You should just come over to mine and sleep Relly." Nate ran his arms up and down her sides, she was straddling his lap.

It was lunchtime and luckily the couple had another 20 minutes before they had to go to another one of their boring classes.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, whilst they continued to kiss in the back of her car, "Baby I have cheer practice later so I can't." his hands, travelled down to her behind and he roughly gripped it.

She pushed him back against the seat, sending him an irritated look, he smirked and loosen his grip.

"Well you look so fucking tired," he mused, whilst letting his eyes trail over facial features, acknowledging the bags that formed under her eyes, "did you have another nightmare?" he was surprised that she didn't put make-up on to conceal her exhaustion.

She scoffed and went to move off him, but his hold on her was strong and sturdy, "Yeah."

"Baby you should've called me." he offered her a reassuring smile.

He knew whenever it came to the anniversary of her parent's death, she usually woke up in tears.

Although he loathed being woken up, whenever he didn't need to, he sympathised with Rory and wanted to comfort her.

She sighed, "What would you have done? it's a normal thing now."

"Yeah but I hate seeing you in pain." he rubbed his thumbs against her side, attempting to comfort her, however, it had the opposite effect.

She wore a blank expression, "Right-"

"Just call me next time and I'll be there for you." he pulled down on her neck and pressed his lips against hers, missing how they felt against his own.

She nodded stiffly when she pulled away from his loving display of affection, "Okay."

He sat back, his eyes darkened with lust, he licked his lips as he looked her up and down, "We have a like 10 minutes, you want to hav-"

She groaned, "Nate I can't have sex with you in the parking lot." she looked around, hoping she would see other students surrounding them, so she didn't have to go through with it.

It's not like she didn't like having sex with her boyfriend, Rory just felt like she had to always be talked about in it.

Although she told him 'yes', she never felt comfortable.

Like it wasn't a mutual agreement.

"People will see me," she added, she knew how possessive he could be.

He rarely liked it when she wore, what he deemed to be revealing clothes.

He turned his head to scan the parking lot, fortunately for him, he didn't see that many people. "No they won't," he responded with a scoff.

She huffed, she felt her hands become clammy, "You really wanna risk someone seeing me...naked?" she emphasised every syllable to stress the importance of why they shouldn't have sex.

She hated how he ignored her apprehensive tone, almost like he didn't care.

He clenched her sides, causing her to hiss out in pain, the thought of anyone seeing what was his, irritated him, "No."

She shifted back, "Exactly-"

Something dawned on him, "But doesn't mean you can't give me head." a cheeky grin appeared on his face.

She gulped, "Nate-"

"We have time baby, I love feeling that pretty little mouth around my cock." he almost moaned at the thought of her on her knees again.

He loved that she could please him easily, however it made him slightly suspicious of how Rory was talented at performing oral sex.

Like she could've possibly been lying to him about being inexperienced.

"But-"

"When the bell goes we'll stop okay?" A smile grazed his face, however, it didn't reach his lust-filled eyes.

"Fine." she reluctantly agreed and moved off his lap, she nervously watched as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

He wore a smirk as she moved into position, "Good girl."

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RORY'S ROOM (February 2017):

"But you're texting other girls Nate," Rory stressed as she paced around her room, pointing at her boyfriend, who didn't seem to care what she was saying.

"No I'm not." he huffed and didn't move from his spot on the bed, his head was surrounded by pillows, he barely glanced at her.

Her eyes watered, "People at school have been telling me." her voice cracked, she didn't want to believe them.

But when Maddy when told her that Nate was talking to some random girls in school, she felt like her heart split in two.

She still refused to believe it.

Nate constantly told her that she was the only girl for him, she hoped that was the truth, if not she would make sure that he would get his ass beat.

He narrowed his eyes at her in irritation, "Are you really gonna believe them over me?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

His girlfriend trusted other people over him.

Yes, he cheated but he didn't need her to know that.

"You're fucking with other girls Nate." her body shook with anxiety.

He clenched his jaw, "Believe what you fucking want, you're being delusional." he snapped and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

Rory didn't even feel the tears rolling down her face, "No, the fuck I'm not." she sucked in a deep breath, "if you're cheating on me then fuck you."

He didn't even know why she was crying, "I wouldn't cheat on you baby, you're my whole world." he cooed and tried to approach her, he groaned when she stepped away.

If he was being unfaithful, Rory would blame herself.

"Sure, Nate." She would assume that it was something she had done.

She might've been a confident girl, but gradually over time Nate broke her down and made her crave reassurance.

He ran his hands over his face, "I'm being serious." and stood over her, sighing when she shook her head.

She nodded mockingly, "Right, Do you think we'll last?"

He gasped dramatically and spun around on his feet, "How could you even ask that?"

He imagined a future with her.

The mother of his kids.

His wife.

His Relly.

She bowed her head, "It was just a question."

"Let me guess Fezco told you to ask me that." he gritted out, she noticed his eye twitching.

She was taken back by his words.

She only recently became friends with the local drug dealer. She liked talking to him because he actually listened to her.

He was a sweet guy.

She knew whoever ended up with Fezco would be very lucky.

"What no-"

"I know you've been face timing him." he took a menacing step towards her, backing her up against the wall.

The idea of her talking to something who he deemed to be the lowest of the low had his blood boiling.

He felt betrayed by their innocent friendship.

"What, how?" her chest heaved up and down, Rory could see the evil glint in his eye.

He shrugged, "I've checked your phone."

He didn't want to raise his voice in her house, knowing that her grandfather was probably listening.

Nate knew that Luca wasn't much of a fan of him, he had no clue why.

"Nate, what the fuck?" she couldn't believe that he would invade her privacy.

She never checked his phone, not once, despite the urge to scroll through his messages.

"I was just making sure that you still loved me." he spoke in a 'matter of fact' tone.

He smirked when he noticed her clench her fist, "You didn't have to check my fucking phone, you could've just asked me."

She was tired of the constant back and forth.

She never thought of cheating on him, she loved him, so why would that even cross her mind.

He roughly cupped her face, "Watch your tone."

She pushed him back, "Fuck you." he laughed mockingly at her attempt to move him away.

He gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him, "You did yesterday baby and I know you're still craving my cock."

More tears poured down her face, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he wiped her tears away, tired of her being so emotional.

"I'm protective over my girl," he said softly, pulling her closer to him.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered and turned her face away from him.

"Come on Relly," he kissed her forehead, "baby I love you and only you." he moved his lips to hers, "Let me take you out tomorrow."

She slowly looked up at him again, "Can we have a picnic or something?" she asked hopefully.

They never went out on dates that didn't involve restaurants.

She hated the formal setting, she preferred doing it with her grandfather, not her boyfriend.

He chuckled, "Fuck no, I'm not doing that shit, my girl deserves something special." he promised.

"But-"

"Dinner tomorrow," he said sternly, leaving no room for an argument.

He purposefully ignored her defeated expression, "Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too Nate."

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a/n:

Some ppl requested that you wanted to see Nate and Rory's relationship.

Speaking of Alonzo, the toddler was running around the house in his spiderman costume, he had refused to take it off because he claimed to be very distressed by the news that he was going to be a big brother.

Fezco picked up his son, who huffed out in annoyance, "Little man, you're going to be a big brother in a couple of months," his words made Alonzo grimace and escape his grasp.

The married couple had settled on the name Francesca Salem Marchetti if the baby was a girl, Rory suggested the middle name in the memory of the Fezco's little sister who had prematurely lost her life.

Fezco cried when she told him, he knew that Ashtray would love it as well when he would find out.

Speaking of the 15-year-old, Fezco, still carried the guilt and the blame for the raid, that resulted in him, Ashtray and the SWAT officer getting shot.

It plagued his mind, both during the day and in his dreams, which resulted in him staying up at night and working so he didn't have to think of his torment.

Rory suggested that therapy would be a good solution as she had recently started going. She wanted to deal with the issues of losing her parents at such a young age and how they impacted her during her adolescence.

"I don't want you to have another baby," Alonzo shook his head and grabbed his T'challa action figure, "I don't like it," he sniffled and pointed at his mother's stomach, "get it out."

Fezco hid behind his wife, attempting to hide his laughter, "baby I can't do that," Rory spoke in a soft tone, knowing it was more effective than shouting, "you know you won't be left out when your sister is born."

Alonzo narrowed his bright eyes at his parents, trying to comprehend what his mother said, "I'm stressed so don't have another baby," Rory had no clue how he learnt the word 'stressed', he had to have been spending way too much time with Luca.

"Lonny, do you know what that means?" Fezco asked through his laughter. He knew that his son was incredibly preceptive even at his young age.

There were days when Alonzo barely spoke and just took in his surroundings, it used to worry his family, but then they realised he was trying to learn the things that surrounded him, even learn the people he was with daily.

He found out that it was easier to get his way after he learnt people's mannerisms and demeanours.

He loathed loud noises, despite being loud sometimes himself, but he meant no harm when he shouted, he was just showing his excitement and joy.

"No," the 3-year-old said proudly, causing his parents to snicker even more, "ciao," he skipped out of his playroom with his favourite toy.

"You know he gets that attitude from you," Fezco said looking down at his wife, who spun around and glared at him.

"No, he doesn't." Rory sassed, proving her husband's point,  "but don't act like you don't like my attitude."

"I love it ma," he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, "I love you," he kissed her forehead.

"Ti amo, amore," she replied with a huge smile, he mirrored her expression, "I don't know how he's gonna be when the new baby arrives," Fezco licked his lips when he looked down at her stomach, she smacked his chest, "stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" he teased and rubbed over her stomach, unfortunately, she wasn't showing yet, but he hoped she would soon.

"Like you wanna put another baby in me."

He wore a lazy smile, "I do."

She scoffed and moved away from him, "stop."

"Stop what?" he cocked his head to the side, his eyes wandered over her face,  "ma, you're glowing." he tried distracting her, but he failed because she wore a blank expression.

"You know I'm done after this baby." Rory hoped this pregnancy wasn't going to be as draining as Alonzo's.

She also hoped that there would be no issues with this baby, that her health or life, wouldn't be put at risk, as well as the baby's because she couldn't go through that pain again.

"Sure," he sheepishly smiled and continued to rub her stomach, "just be on your best behaviour for your mommy okay?" he whispered to his future child, causing Rory's heart to skip a beat.

"Yeah, just be chill like your daddy," she added.

"Say that again," Fezco's hands gravitated to her behind and squeezed.

Rory smirked and shook her head, "Nope," she gasped when she felt stinging on her cheek, "ouch," she stopped him from slapping her again, "we're not starting this shit now."

"Why?" he whined.

"I have a surprise for you," she said and his hands travelled around her body and settled on her waist.

"What kind of surprised?"

"It's PG." he looked at her curiously.

He had no clue what she could be planning, "Really?" he questioned, because nothing they ever did was child friendly, apart from parenthood of course.

"Nope but you'll see."

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FOYER:

"Ash?" Fezco gasped and stepped back from the door. His jaw was practically on the floor when he saw his brother in front of him.

The fact that his baby brother was finally here spread joy through his veins.

He couldn't believe it.

When Rory said that he had a surprise for him, he wasn't expecting this.

Ever since he had found out his brother was alive, they could only speak only a couple of times throughout the year, because they were worried about the police monitoring their calls.

Yes, they spoke for a while on the wedding day, because Ashtray was on the phone with Gia, during the whole thing, but since she was his girlfriend and they were not related, they assumed there was no issue with it.

"Well, you look like you've seen a ghost bro," Ashtray teased, shocking his brother even more. The 15-year-old's voice had dropped a couple of octaves like that was even more possible.

He had grown to 5ft10, matching Fezco's height, his build looked bulkier, suggesting that he had taken up some sort of sport whilst he was in New York with Tommy.

Fezco wasted no more time and pulled his brother in for an overdue hug, the brothers began to cry tears of joy.

For the first time in 3 years, they could be in the same proximity to one another.

The last time they were near each other, blood was clinging to both of the forms, pouring from Fezco's stomach and Ashtray's chest.

Their old apartment hallway looked like a battle, that they had no doubt lost.

Fezco assumed that he lost his brother for good, Ashtray thought the same, that he would never see the people that he loved ever again.

He didn't even get the time to say goodbye to his grandma or Gia, at that moment in time he never even told the Bennett girl that he loved her.

Although he texted Rory, he wished he could've heard her voice for the last time, but her phone went straight to voicemail.

If it wasn't for his gangster guardian angel, Tommy Egan, he would've been sent straight to a juvenile correctional facility and then be transferred to a maximum-security prison once he reached 18.

Living in New York with Tommy, along with the St Patrick's, he had formed a close bond with Tommy's godchildren; twins Tariq and Raina, and the baby, Yasmine.

Tariq had become Ashtray's best friend, while his twin might've developed a little crush on him, however, he constantly reminded her that he had a girlfriend.

"I thought I had lost you," Fezco mumbled as they pulled away, he kept his hands on his brother's face, analysing every pore and blemish.

He noticed the change in the teen's eyes, they told him more than any words that Ashtray could speak.

The 15-year-old had clearly lived several lives whilst he was away, Fezco only wished that his childhood could've been included in that.

"Nah we're a family forever bro," Ashtray chuckled and held onto his brother's hands, he noticed that Fezco had more tattoos, that were similar to his, a diamond on his hand and a black rose on his arm and several dates on his neck.

He recognised his grandmother's birthday, causing his body to tense, he wished that he was there to say goodbye to his mother figure or even see her one last time before her passing.

Sounds of barking broke the brothers out of their intense gazes, the barking grew louder as Woody approached the door, wagging his tail happily when he recognised Ashtray's scent.

"Sup killer," the 15-year-old, stepped away from his brother, bent down and scratched the back of the dog's ear, causing Woody's mouth the open and pant heavily, "Still my favourite." the dog had grown a lot.

Fezco fake gasped, "Bitch, what about me?" Ashtray playfully scoffed and rubbed the labrador's stomach before, Woody stood up on all fours and ran out into the garden.

"You ain't even in the top 5."

"Dick," they both laughed, "then who is?"

Ashtray reached into one of his Armani suitcases and pulled out a bouquet of black roses that fortunately didn't get squashed on the journey here, "Where's the dumbass?" Fezco smacked the back of his neck, causing him to hiss, "I mean Ro." he corrected.

"Ma," Fezco yelled, hoping that his wife would be close enough to hear him. He couldn't wait to see her face when she saw his brother.

She strolled out of the kitchen with her son attached to her hip, who was complaining about how he doesn't like Steve Rogers because he left Bucky.

Rory let out a shakily breathe when she saw who her husband was standing next to, "miss me?" Ashtray held his hands out expectantly with a huge grin on his face.

She gently placed her son on the ground, Alonzo waddled up to his father, standing by him, looking at Ashtray cautiously.

Rory ran up to the teen and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, he instinctively caught her, "I've missed you," she cried into her shoulder.

Although she occasionally heard his voice on the phone, the connection was rarely decent.

She frequently cried herself to sleep before she discovered that he was alive.

She practically helped raised him.

Many people knew that she would be a great mother based on how she treated Ashtray, and how maternal she seemed at such a young age.

It only made her feel worse when she discovered he was caught in a shoot out, she only blamed herself.

She often pondered what if she moved him out of the apartment sooner, if she enrolled him in school or even if he was born to a different family.

"I've missed you too," he hugged her tightly, before settling her own the ground, "you're squashing your flowers you idiot," she squealed when she noticed the black roses.

Fezco's eyes darted between the two in happiness, whilst his son had no clue what was going on.

Rory shot Ashtray a grateful smile and took the gift, "Your voice got so deep," she commented, "your balls dropped, yeah?"

They all began to laugh, including Alonzo because he wanted to be involved.

Ashtray playfully rolled his eyes, "Shut up and yes." he turned his gaze to the 3-year-old for the first time.

His lips parted in shock, the teen had seen many pictures of his nephew, but this was the first time seeing him in person.

Alonzo had the best parts of his parents, Fezco's bright blue eyes, that held a mischievous glint.

Although his curls were golden, they still had a slight orange tinge that he inherited from his father.

The toddler got his complexion from Rory, as well as her smile and attentiveness.

Ashtray just hoped he didn't get her height.

"Who is that?" Alonzo looked at his parents and pointed at his uncle,

"Who are you?" the teen shot back teasingly. The married couple began to smile at their interaction.

Neither of them knew how their first meeting would go.

Rory reluctantly stepped away and closer to her husband, who pulled her against his chest and rested his hand over her stomach, an action that Ashtray peeped.

The child gestured to his Black Panther costume he had randomly changed into, "Alonzo."

"Ash." the toddler nodded slowly, recognising the name and stepped closer to the teen, feeling some sort of familiarity with him.

Yes, Alonzo saw pictures of his uncle hanging around his house, however, Ashtray had changed drastically over the last 3 years.

The toddler looked up at Ashtray, with a smile small, his baby teeth were on show, "Your, my zio?" uncle.

Alonzo had been incorporating more Italian into his everyday speech, Rory thought it would help him more when he started attending nursery later this year.

Fezco could understand the language, he promised himself that he would learn Italian because of the love of his life and because it was the country he lived in.

Also since he had been working with Luca for a couple of months, he had even learnt more phrases.

Mainly inappropriate ones but oh well.

The Marchetti patriarch was currently having a meeting with his nephew, talking about new business ventures.

Ashtray playfully scoffed, "Yes dumba- I'm your Zio." he avoided the glares he received from the married couple and picked up his nephew, who rested his head on his chest, "Sis, he looks just fuckin' like you.. " the teen internally cringed and looked up at Rory who scolded him for the language, "my bad," Fezco snorted and whispered something to his wife, causing her to calm down.

Alonzo started giggling, despite not knowing what the word meant, "Do you want to help me pick flowers so I can put the soil in Mamma and Papà's bed?" he whispered so only his uncle could hear.

Ashtray laughed softly and nodded, "Of course, Lil menace." he whispered back, the two ignored the stares they received from Rory and Fezco.

"Mamma's got a baby in her tummy," Alonzo said loudly, and pointed at his mother, the couple's eyes widened in shock.

The wanted it to be a surprise but judging from the teen's expression, he already knew.

Ashtray grinned at their embarrassed faces, "Can't you guys keep it in your pants?" He jokingly scolded them, "You guys are such whores." he tutted and instantly regretted it.

"Ash." the couple shouted in unison, everyone turned to look at the toddler who started to smile.

"I mean you guys snore." Ashtray corrected himself, he needed to stop cursing, especially since he knew he would be around his nephew a lot more.

"What's a whore?" Alonzo questioned with narrowed eyes.

The atmosphere shifted.

Fezco rubbed the back of his neck, hoping his wife would speak up because he didn't know how to answer, "He said, snore baby." Rory cringed at her words.

She hoped it didn't sound like she was intentionally gaslighting her son, because she didn't want to be that parent.

Alonzo frowned, "No he didn't."

"This is your fault bro." Fezco groaned and looked at his brother who was trying not to laugh.

Ashray clicked his tongue and stared at his nephew who started giggling, "What? Whore isn't a bad word."

"Whore, whore, whore." Alonzo clapped excitedly, causing his father to sigh tiredly and his mother to throw her hands up in exacerbation.

Jesus Christ.

Ashtray snickered, "Fuckin' hell." he blurted out, making his nephew laugh with him.

"Ash, shut up." the couple shouted in unison, they started to groan when the laughter grew louder.

"My bad."

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