Disclaimer: I don't own Ambrose and I don't own Adrian
Ambrose was surprised by a knock at the door. He looked out the window and saw his brother's car.
"Adrian," he whispered surprised. He walked to the door very slowly and opened it.
"Hey,"
"Ambrose… how are you feeling?"
"Oh… the burns are almost completely healed," Ambrose explained, "but I'm still a bit shaken up by what happened"
"So am I," Adrian admitted.
"I'm sorry about what I had to do," Ambrose added
"DON'T BE," Adrian told him firmly, "You did what you had to do. It was literally a matter of life and death"
"I had to do it to put the fire out"
"Exactly"
"So, you're going to go see her later today," Ambrose asked
"Yes," Adrian told him, "of course. She's still on bed rest until Ambrosa is born"
"Give her a hug for me?"
Adrian smiled
"Why don't you give her a hug for you"
"How would I do that?"
"Come with me to see her?"
"B-but that would mean leaving the house"
"I know"
"I- I can't leave the house"
"AMBROSE," Adrian said loud enough to get his attention, "yes you can. You can do a lot more then you think you can do. You've already left the house"
"When?"
"When? Um... a week ago"
"That was different. I had to"
"and yet you were able to do it. You were afraid but you did it. Ambrose you're a lot stronger then you think"
Ambrose thought about it.
"Okay," he said, "I'll go"