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“Can we go for a ride, Uncle Tank?” says the muffled voice.
“Yeah, sure, kid,” I reply, getting off the stool.
“Erm, have you had breakfast yet?” Carrie asks his retreating back as we make our way toward the garage door.
“Yeah, Momma,” comes the muffled voice again, as he still hasn’t taken the helmet off.
“Then you can go once you have gotten dressed,” Carrie says with a‘seriously,’look on her face. Aiming it right at me, causing me to laugh when I look at Beau, realizing the kid is still in his pajamas.
“Okay,” muffles past me as he runs upstairs to get dressed, helmet still on.
“Maybe I should go help him. I doubt he will think to take the helmet off to get dressed,” I say, chuckling.
I follow Beau up the stairs and help the kid get dressed. I was right. By the time I make it into his bedroom, he has his pajama top stuck, trying to take it off over the helmet. Once he’s dressed similar to me, in dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and boots, he grabs his cut.
“Can’t forget this Uncle Tank,” his muffled voice comes through the helmet.
“That’s an important part of the outfit, Beau,” I tell him as we make our way downstairs.
“He take it off at any point?” Carrie asks as we walk into the kitchen.
“Yeah, once he tried to get his t-shirt over the top a few times and realized it wouldn’t fit,” I reply, causing Carrie to choke on the pancake she just put in her mouth.
“Fuck babe, you, okay?” Joker asks as he goes rushing over to her.
Swallowing the mouthful and washing it down with some tea, she laughs.
“Your freaking son, alright,” she laughs.
“Right, we will leave you two love birds to some peace. We're going for a ride,” I tell them as we head to the garage to load Beau’s bike up in my truck.
Once it’s all loaded and he’s strapped in, still wearing the helmet, we head for the club.
“I really love my helmet, Uncle Tank.”
“I can see that Beau, you ever going to take it off?” I ask him with a grin.
“Maybe, but I love it too much,” his muffled answer making my grin get bigger.
Pulling through the club gates, I can see Johnny laughing when he notices Beau.
“Uncle Tank, can I get out of here and show Uncle Johnny my helmet?” he asks.
“Of course, kid.”
Rolling down my window, I shout for Johnny.
“Beau wants you.”
He comes running over to Beau’s side of the car.
“Well, what do we have here?” he asks with a chuckle.
“Uncle Johnny, look at my cool new helmet Uncle Tank got me,” his little muffled voice is still so excited.
“That’s the dog’s bollocks that Beau,” he says, patting the helmet.
“Dog’s bollocks?” Beau asks.
