Page 9 of Tuesday

I stare at her, give her the look that makes grown men shit their pants and she still doesn’t back down. I would argue but she’s right. I know nothing about kids. How the fuck am I meant to be a dad?

A large hand lands on my shoulder, giving a tight squeeze. “Go take a walk brother,” Savage’s blue gaze meets mine, before he gives me a shake and shoves me down the aisle, to walk off whatever the fuck is happening to me.

I wander aimlessly for a while, somehow ending up in an aisle full of little cars, bikes, trucks, and shit that I would have fucking lost my mind for as a kid. I rummage through the Matchbox section, looking through their motorcycle collection.

“You’re too old to be here. Are you a perv or something?”

I turn to my right and my eyes land on a chubby ginger kid that looks vaguely familiar. He’s wearing a button that reads “Rodney” so I’m guessing that’s his name. I stare at him, wondering if I should engage with him or not. He looks about 9 or 10 and even I know kids this age are scary as fuck so it’s probably best I ignore him. Clearly he doesn’t get that memo before he steps closer, staring up at me, chewing his hot cheetos with an open mouth.

“Perv says what?” he says, around a mouthful.

I frown down at him. “What?”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He flips me his very orange middle finger before scuttling away.

“What in the fuck was that?” I mumble to myself.

Is this the shit I have to look forward to? A kid with a smart mouth and rude finger signs? I let out a long sigh, because yes, that is exactly what I have to look forward to. Rider is my best friend and I just fucking know that he’ll teach my kid all that shit and more. Hell, thinking back to our childhood we were fucking awful. I’m amazed my dad didnt kick my ass more. Thinking about Mad Dog I pull out my phone. If I’m having a kid my dad should know.

“Yo, son, what’s up?”

My whole body settles as soon as my dad’s voice rumbles down the line, my lips tilting up. “What? Nothing’s up. Can’t a son call his dad out of the blue?”

There’s a pause on the other end, before a chuckle, “Well, he can, but he doesn’t, does he?”

Fuck, he’s right, I should make more of an effort to check in. He’s been off with his woman for months now, tripping around in his RV. A better son would call regularly. “Yeah, sorry Dad. I should make an effort to check in with you. How are you?” He blows a breath out, and his hesitation makes me worry. “Dad? Is everything OK?”

“Yeah, son, everything is good. I’m on my way home, but minus an Ol Lady. Molly and I decided that we didn’t want the same things. And shit, being locked in an RV for days, months on end, we kinda realized that we had nothing in common other than fucking,”

“Fuck, Dad! Don’t say shit like that!” His booming laugh comes over the phone and I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips, even though I want to remain grossed out. Forever. “Are you OK with that?”

“Yeah son, it was mutual. She had me drop her at her sisters, and I got the call from your Ol Lady, so I’m making my way home. I know you’ll need me.:

My brows fly up. “Chewy called you?”

“Yeah, told me I was going to be a grandpa and to get my ass home. Couldn’t come at a better time son.”

“So, you’re happy?” My stomach flutters knowing that Chewy knew what this would mean to my dad. Shit, to me.

“Fuck yeah! I’m not getting any younger, you know. Besides, that funny little woman of yours would make a good mother. I can’t wait to watch her kick the asses of any kid stupid enough to take yours on.”

I snort, knowing that’s exactly what would happen. “I’m glad you’re happy, Dad. I guess I’ll see you soon then?”

“Look out your clubhouse window tomorrow, Son. I’ll be there.”

I rub my chest, feeling the pang there. “Love you Dad.”

“Love you too, Son. See you then.” Dad’s phone clicks off and I feel a renewed energy bubbling up inside me.

I’m going to have a kid. My woman is bringing us home a kid that needs us. My dad will be here and between us, the DRMC, the Tombs and everyone else in our circle we’re going to love that kid so hard they’ll shit love.

Striding back to where I left the buggy and Ol Ladies I’m taken aback when Blanche comes out of nowhere and shoves a mini-toilet thing into my hands, “Put this in the buggy. And don’t bitch.” She glares at me and I’m almost happy that Chewy and I are skipping pregnancy because a pregnant Blanche is fucking scary. But her pregnancy rage isn’t going to slow me down; I have shit to do to get ready for my family.

Walking toward the buggy with the tiny toilet a kid’s voice calls out of nowhere “Nice toilet! Shit much?

“Rodney!”

“Shit! Ms Jasmine!” A fat, orange blur races past me, Vi’s sister hot on its heels and a guffaw bursts out of me.

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