Page 42 of Joker
Laughing, she has no idea.
“You remember I’ve always been a bit of a joker, pulling pranks and stuff?” I ask as she nods her head in agreement. “When I was a prospect, we went to a traveling fair. There was this Joker dancing around. The idiot lost his footing and fell, taking me with him. He ended up on top of me. The guys thought it was hilarious and said I’d been‘jokered.’I got called Joker ever since,” I end with a shrug.
By the time I’m finished, Carrie is holding her stomach, laughing so much. The sight is amazing; she looks so free and happy.
“That is the best story ever,” she says between giggles.
“Glad I can amuse you,” I say with my own chuckle.
Gracing me with a soft smile, she innocently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, causing my cock to wake up again. Damn it!
“How has Beau been?” she asks.
Knowing how important our son is to her makes me want her more.
“He’s been great. He’s really coming into himself. Prez has helped me get a lawyer so we can make sure he has the right paperwork, so he can start school,” I rush out, my voice laced with excitement.
Her face drops, and I know I’ve said the wrong thing.
“I’m so sorry, Jason,” she says as she puts her head in her hands.
Unable to stop myself, I reach for her and cradle her against me.
“Babydoll, you did the best job you could with the situation you were in. You have nothing to be sorry about. He’s a great kid. He’s so clever. You taught him well,” I reassure her.
Holding her tightly against me, but not too tightly that I hurt her, I run my hands down her hair in a soothing motion. I just want to comfort her and make sure she knows we’re in this together. I repeat those words out loud for Carrie to hear.
“We’re in this together now, Carrie. I’m his dad, and I’m going to step up to help.”
Raising her head, she gives me a small smile, cupping my face.
“You’re a good man, Jason Davis.”
Looking into her eyes, I can see the mix of emotions she’s feeling. The moment is broken when Beau comes bounding into the room.
“Momma, Dad, I’ve had the most amazing day with Aunt Kate,” he shouts as he dives onto the bed and crawls between us.
“That’s great, kid,” I say, ruffling his hair.
He swats my hand away, which causes us all to laugh. Kate comes in the room, weighed down with bags, a prospect following behind with more bags and a scowl on his face. Dumping the bags on the floor, he leaves muttering about stubborn women, pains in his ass as he leaves. Guess Kate has not behaved herself.
“Hey girlie, got you all the shit you need,” Kate says as she dumps her bags.
“Yeah, Momma, I helped pick out some girly shit,” Beau confirms with a big grin on his face.
Coughing to hide my laugh, he looks so freaking cute and proud of himself.
“Thanks, baby, but don’t copy the naughty words you hear.” Carrie tries to tell Beau off, but is struggling to keep her laugh in.
“Okay, Momma, I’m off to play.”
With that, he’s off again at speed. Jesus, how much energy does the kid have? The three of us look at each other and burst out laughing.
“Okay, I’ll grab some clothes and sort some space out for you to put all this away. I’ll stay in one of the other rooms,” I tell her.
Carrie starts to protest, but I shut her down.
“Babydoll, this room adjoins to Beau’s. It makes more sense for you to stay in here, so you’re close to him. I’ll move across the hall so I can still hear if you or he needs anything,” I reassure her.
