“Your mama got you to ask that didn’t she?” I confirm and he grins wide and I shake my head.
Fucking woman.
“Where is she?” I ask, hoping he’ll be too distracted with Ginger basically glaring at him not to answer me.
Should I be using my son this way? Probably not, do I care? Nope, not one bit because I want to win my wife back.
“She’s at work,” he says absentmindedly and I frown.
Work? She quit the convenience store, unless she got another job.
“Oh yeah?” I ask casually and he hums and mutters, “It’s a shame Auntie Brit couldn’t convince Mama to steal a dog like she did on her first day at the Vet, this cat is just plain old mean.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Son, I’m popping out for a little while, you good here until Granny comes?” I ask as I’m already grabbing my bike keys and Cole waves at me without breaking eye contact with the damn cat and mutters, “Yeah, yeah, hopefully I can get in this cats head in the meantime.”
Fucking hell…
I shake my head and turn and leave as I grab my phone and message my mama.
Me:
I’ve got to go confront my wife about her now working at the vet office that Dirty kept quiet. Do me a favor and keep an eye out for your grandson, he’s currently trying to do some voodoo shit to try and make Ginger behave.
I press send and mutter, “Trust me to produce a strange fucking kid,” as I walk out of the house and towards my bike, my eyes already going to their names, the angel wings above it forour fallen angel, our baby. Flame’s old lady Sky had done it for me when I stopped by at the Untamed a few months ago being an amazing artist that she is catching my attention as always.
I need to add our baby’s as well – Tyson…
“I swear if she got a cleaning job while she’s five months pregnant I’m going to spank her ass,” I mutter as I climb on my bike and start it up, revving it.
Time to fucking woo my wife again and convince her she doesn’t need to fucking work.
Twenty minutes later I pull up next to my wife’s shit box and switch my bike off shaking my head.
Fuck’s sake.
Climbing off, I head inside and notice Brit instantly. She freezes seeing me and I raise a brow causing her shoulders to drop as she lifts her left hand and points her pen at the door at the end and I nod, walking that way saying, “Before you snap his head off, Doc didn’t tell me,” not needing her to take anymore anger out on the poor idiot who I’m pretty sure knows about Ash’s job but didn’t want to piss her off any more than he already has.
Ever since he threatened to take my son away from my wife, Brit has been giving him hell or so he explained on his check-ups while I was away.
The guy needs a break, preferably before their daughter picks up on her mother’s jabs.
I slowly open the door without knocking, ready to lose it with her for getting a cleaning job only to stop short at the picture before me. My heart pumping so fucking hard I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack at how fucking proud I feel right now.
My wife, with her blonde hair up in a messy bun, wearing navy blue scrubs as she injects a puppy.
Holy shit!
My heart skips a beat as her words from nearly three years ago come back to me, sucking me in.
“Tomorrow night, can we have a date night?” she asks, lifting the needle off my skin to dip it. “Just you and me,” she says, looking at me. “I want to tell you something, but I want to do it in a nice romantic setting.”
“And you can’t tell me now?” I ask with a smirk, but she smiles widely and shakes her head.
“I actually have two truths to tell you, but I want to do it right, please...” She whispers.
Was her second truth that she was attending school?
