Page 63 of Joyride
We pull up to his house and I climb out of the car. I walk into the house to Wren, rocking Caden and singing a lullaby to him. The sight stops me in my tracks and I watch her. She doesn’t sing often, but when she does, it’s such a beautiful sound. I need to remember to mention that to her. After a couple minutes, she lifts her head, eyes connecting with mine.
“Hey,” she says softly.
“Hey, Little Bird.”
Cali walks out of the kitchen, greeting Buster with a kiss. “Would you two like to stay for dinner?”
“Maybe another night? I’m honestly not very hungry,” Wren says to her.
“That’s fine. Y’all are welcome whenever you want. You’re a pro with Caden.” Cali smiles at her.
Wren blushes. “Thank you. He makes it so easy.”
Her eyes sparkle when she looks at Caden. She’ll make a great mom one day. Wren hands Caden to Cali, saying her goodbyes and making promises to come back again soon.
“Thanks for the ride back, B. See y’all later,” I say. I tuck Wren under my good arm and we walk back outside. “Did you have a good time?”
“Yeah. It was great spending time with Cali. Caden is such a sweet baby,” she tells me.
“You looked like a natural with him,” I admit. We climb into my car, Wren driving since I can’t. “What’s this about you not being hungry, though? You haven’t been eating much lately. Are you alright?”
“I’m okay most of the time. It comes in waves though,” she tells me. “I’ve been eating small bits throughout the day.”
“How long has it been going on? Do you think you’re coming down with something?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve just chalked it up as effects from being so stressed out when I was with Zack.” She glances at me then back to the road. “If it gets worse or doesn’t get better soon, I’ll go to the doctor.”
She must have read the worry on my face.
“Are you hungry,” she asks. “We can stop and get you something or I can make you something at the clubhouse.”
“I’m sure Minx is cooking at the clubhouse. I want you to get some rest when we get there,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes as a smirk touches her lips. Once we get to the clubhouse, she heads straight for the kitchen to find Minx. I sit at the bar to wait for her.
“Sketch! You’re back,” Trix purrs out. “Oh, my God! What happened to your arm?”
“None of your fuckin’ business.”
She slides her hand up my good arm. “Do you need someone to take care of you? I can make you feel real good, baby.”
“Fuck off, Trix. I’m off the market,” I snap.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to tell her.”
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” I growl out. Wren walks out of the kitchen, face pale. I hop off the chair, pushing Trix away from me. “Little Bird, you okay?”
Trix scoffs. “That’s your Ol’ Lady? Let me know when you’re ready for a real woman.”
I turn to Trix. “You’re a cut bunny. You’ll never be Ol’ Lady material. Disrespect my woman again, and I’ll get your ass thrown out of this clubhouse so quick you won’t know what the hell happened.” She flinches at my words before retreating to who the hell knows where. I cup Wren’s face in my hand. “Babe, what happened?”
“I need to lay down. One of the smells in there made me really nauseous,” she tells me.
“Let’s get you to bed. I’ll come get some food later.” I wrap my arm around her and we walk to our room. We walk in and she goes straight to the bed to sit down.
“Logan, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Her voice is soft, sad even.
I move to her side. “What’s wrong, Little Bird?”
“I know you don’t like talking about Zack, but I have to get this off my chest. I’ve been trying really hard not to let it get the best of me, but some days it’s harder than others.”
