Will waved a nonchalant hand. “Not just you, brother.”
“You don’t fuck the whores,” the SAA said accusingly. “Plus, you’re like, a hundred and goddamned three. They’re probably scared they’ll kill you off.”
Will grinned. “True. Though, come to think of it. Arizona and Tia did offer me a lil’ show for my birthday last year. Turned ‘em down though. You’re right; I’m too old for that shit, and with havin’ a dodgy ticker and all...” He patted his heart comfortingly. “Let’s just say they probablywouldkill me off.” Willwent over to Hendrix, rubbing his hands together. “JT wants to come to Gramps.”
“Fuck off,” Drix snapped.
“You’ve had him all day,” Will argued.
“He’s my kid,” Hendrix reminded him.
Will grabbed his cell from his inside pocket and stabbed at the screen. The sound of ringing filled the room, followed by Anna’s voice saying, “Hey, Will.”
“Sweetheart,” Will crooned. “Have a word with your ol’ man, will ya. He’s hogging the baby.”
Hendrix’s head reared back. “Did you really just callmywoman and tattle on me?”
Anna laughed softly. “Jamie. Give him the baby.”
“Fuck no,” Prez muttered. “He’s all ‘let me hold JT’ when I’ve just changed the kid’s diaper. When the kid shits his diaper, the old fucker’s nowhere to be seen.”
“The perks of bein’ a grandparent instead of a parent,” Will grumbled. “It’s your job to change shitty diapers, not mine. I did all that with you, and you had the shittiest ass I’ve ever encountered. When you came outta your ma, you were an ugly little thing. Your head was distorted into a cone shape because it was abnormally big, and your mom had a job squeezing you out. The nurses had to use those suction cup things and suck you out. What with your shitty ass and your weird cone head. I thought your ma had been abducted and impregnated by aliens. I used to say, Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t remember getting beamed up to the Starship Enterprise? ‘Cause our boy sure does resemble a fuckin’ Vulcan.” His voice dropped, and he muttered, “I was a hairsbreadth away from naming you goddamned Spock.”
Diablo roared, choking out, “Fuckin’ cone head.”
I chuckled.
Blade’s lips twitched.
Anna giggled down the phone.
Hendrix looked at the ceiling and sighed out his frustration. “Can we get on with fuckin’ Church?”
Will said his goodbyes to Anna and ended the call. “Gimme the baby,” he ordered, “Or I’ll tell ‘em about the time you thought your ma was haunting you, and you pissed the bed.”
“A lotta kids have trouble controlling their waterworks,” Blade interjected,
Will smirked. “When they’re seventeen?”
The men snickered.
“For fuck’s sake, take the baby,” Hendrix bit out.
Will grinned and made a grabby-hands gesture. “Give him here.” He moved toward Drix and leaned down, transferring JT into his arms. “There’s my little fella,” he crooned, pulling the baby into his chest and moving toward his seat.
JT let out a little mewl before snuggling into his gramps and falling back to sleep.
Hendrix picked up the gavel and smashed it into the sound block, startling JT out of his sleep. The baby opened his mouth and let out a piercing cry, angry at being disturbed.
I couldn’t help myself. I sat forward and began to bust a gut.
Will slowly stood, rocking JT from side to side, trying to soothe him. “What the fuck did you do that for, you idiot?” he whisper-shouted.
Hendrix looked up at the heavens and sighed.
“Shouldn’t he be with his mom?” Pyro asked.
Hendrix’s eyes narrowed on my buddy. “You’ll get kicked outta Church before my boy does. Anna’s busy making inquiries about the empty salon in town, so I’m on daddy duty.”
