Page 29 of Tattered Souls
And since she was pregnant, I suggested having it at my place.
I just asked everyone to cook something and bring it.
My front door opened, and then I heard, “Hi, Garrick. Bye, Garrick,” Harlee said as she motored past me and down the hall.
I lifted a brow at Carter.
He grinned, “Baby’s been dancing on her bladder.”
I lifted my chin.
Tatum walked in then, and I watched as her eyes took in my home.
And when I saw her eyes flare at my kitchen, my chest swelled with pride.
She liked my house.
Fucking good.
I bought my house two years after Dom and I had gone into business together almost twelve years ago.
And now, it was paid off.
It was one story, like most homes in our small town.
It had white siding and stained beams holding up the front porch.
I considered installing a wrap-around porch and adding French doors to my bedroom.
But I haven’t done it yet.
***
The day had finally arrived.
Granger was born.
Yes, Carter and Harlee named him after the man who had saved Carter’s life.
I watched as Tatum’s eyes filled with tears because she was named as his godmother, and I was named as his godfather.
***
Things were going well. Business was booming, but I hadn’t seen much of Tatum.
Unless it involved Granger.
And I didn’t like that.
Not one fucking bit.
***
I felt my teeth grind together when I saw that motherfucker pull into the garage in his little Honda Civic, which he thought was the baddest little bitch on the streets.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
He was a limp-dick pussy assed bitch.
