Page 60 of Judge
Chapter 19
Judge
“We got everything?” I ask for the third time, because, well, these kids seem to just leave their shit all over the floor on game day.
“Yes, Dad,” Annie rolls her eyes, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
We all moved into our completed cabin two days ago, and it’s been quite the crash course on living as a family. As a single man, an ex military one at that, I’m used to a small, tidy space. Now I have a home with people in it. More importantly,teenagersin it. Needless to say there’s shit for miles.
“Everything is packed up and we’re ready to go,” Kaia says, wrapping her arms around one of mine. “Come on Papa Bear, let’s go watch our babies kick ass!”
We all head out to the new SUV I bought Kaia and the kids. Yes she kicked up a fucking stink about it, but there is no way I was going to have my boy driven around in a damned matchbox car. Well, that and I could barely fit in the thing.
I wave out to my brothers who are lined up either on their bikes or in the Tombs SUVs. It’s game day today, and as with the last one, we have a DRMC pop up gazebo to set up along with thesnacks and beer coolers. Even though it’s only 10am. Removing my cut I fold it and hand it to Annie. It sits across her knees and she strokes the buttery soft leather, smiling at me when I wink at her. I love both the twins equally, but I would be lying if I said Annie didn’t hold a special place in my heart. Her sunshine nature is exactly what grumpy fucks like me and Jax need in our lives.
Settling into the front seat, I give Jax a wink in the rear view, getting a chin lift back. I try not to smirk, but shit, the kid is a chip off the old block. I flash my lights at my brothers and slowly move down the drive. As Road Captain my duties don’t stop just because I’m in a cage.
We arrive at the sports grounds and I snort when I see the other parents watching us through narrowed eyes. Kaia outright laughs and practically skips out of the SUV, waving at Chelsea Wilson and her blonde, bimbo BFFs.
“Do you think the girl gang will start another fight?” Jax asks, his hopeful face staring at me in the rear view.
I let out a sigh, “Look son, we can’t wish for a cat fight every soccer game.”
He rolls his eyes, before getting out of the car. A small hand pats my shoulder, “It’s OK Dad. I’m sure the last fight was a one off.”
I help Jax grab all our shit out of the back of the SUV and walk it all over to the gazebo Niko just finished putting up.
“Tamariki, what are the rules for today?” Mama Debs calls out, the big littles lined up in front of her.
“No gambling with juice boxes,” Jovie diligently replies.
“And?”
Cove rolls her eyes. “And we’re here to watch the game, and not get in trouble.”
“Perfect,” Mama Debs grins at them. “You can help me and your aunts with the babies.”
“And if you’re really well behaved,” Switch begins, “you can help me with any injuries we come across.” He grins down at them and I’m proud of the brother. Him asking to pull back his emergency room hours will be good for him. He was burning the candle at both ends and he really needs to slow down and enjoy the quiet time while we can.
“Yes! I hope there’s blood!” Cove exclaims, grabbing Elio by the shoulder and shaking him in excitement.
“And bones!” Jovie adds.
Switch nods politely before turning to me and widening his eyes. I cover my snort. They’re his problem now.
Wandering over to where my brothers are set up I stand and watch as the two sides get into position.
“You all ready for tonight, brother?” Tank murmurs, his eyes darting to his woman.
“All set. Kai’s cut arrived yesterday.”
“Glad it all worked out, brother. You deserve it,” Marx says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
Before I can swallow down my emotion, Pops and Mad Dog come to a stop next to me, “It seems to me the Love Pres has a 100% success rate.”
Marx and I share a look. “I guess you do. Although, it would have worked out for Judge and Kaia with, or without you.”
Pops slowly turns to stare at Marx. “Are you high kid?” Marx smirks and without a word turns on his heel and heads toward his woman and baby girl. “Little asshole. What the Love Pres giveth, the Love Pres can taketh away.”
