Hello there fanfic net readers! I freaking forget that I have this story on here and it never gets updated!
Sorry :(
I have this on AO3 under the same name and title if you're interested!
Another fight?" asked Irene with exasperation as she gently dabbed some antibacterial cream on Sting's bruised cut cheek.
The three were in the kitchen. Sting sat in a chair while Irene knelt while tending to his injuries.
The young boy sheepishly grinned as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well those punks were asking for it."
Irene couldn't help but sigh. She looked over to Rogue who onced again, busied himself with his book.
"What about you Rogue? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Rogue looked up and shook his head.
"I didn't participate, Mother."
"Okay. Good."
Irene looked back to finish wrapping up her troublesome son.
Minutes later
"There! All better," smiled Irene.
Irene placed a sweet kiss on Sting's cheek showing she had finished with her first aid.
The young boy squirmed and backed away, blushing with embarrassment.
"Mom! I'm not a kid!" whined Sting as he turned away.
Irene giggled as she rose to her feet and then patted his head affectionately.
"Yeah yeah. I know Sting.