Sabrina
Saturday night, I loaded Felix into the car, set food and wine on the floor in front of him, and took off for the Howlers’ compound.
I was admittedly nervous, but Stoney had assured me that everyone would be on their best behavior and there’d be other kids Felix’s age to play with.
I pulled up to the gates, but this time, a biker was out front and opened them without me needing to roll down my window. He waved me through, and we drove down the road to where another biker was directing folks into parking spaces. Once I parked, I texted Stoney to let him know we were here, then I released my seatbelt.
“Wait for me, honey,” I directed to Felix as he tried to get out of his booster. “I need to get the food first.”
I slid out of my car and walked around to Felix’s side just as Stoney walked up to us.
“Hey, Breezy.”
“Hi.” I smiled, pulling Felix’s door open.
Felix waved. “Hi, Stoney.”
“Hey, bud. You ready to play some pinball?”
“You have pinball?” he asked, his eyes wide.
“We sure do.”
Felix bounced in his seat as I pulled the shopping bags out of the back.
“I brought you a lasagna,” I said. “You can either put it in the fridge and eat it this week, or freeze it for when you need something easy.”
He smiled. Slowly. “You made me a lasagna?”
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“You have no idea how okay that is.”
I shivered, feeling the heat creep up my neck. I handed him the bags and turned away. “Come on, Fox, you can get out now.”
He jumped down and took my hand as I slid my purse over my shoulder. We followed Stoney inside, and I was a little taken aback by the sight of bikers, women, and children milling about. I didn’t see anyone smoking inside, and it appeared whatever drinking they were doing was in moderation.
“Sabrina!” Wyatt called, grinning as she walked toward me. “Welcome.”
“Thanks, Wyatt. This is my nephew, Felix.”
Felix held his hand out and Wyatt shook it. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, sweetheart. Do you like hot dogs or hamburgers?”
“Both,” he said.
“Well, lucky for you, we happen to have both. And we have brownies and cake for dessert.”
“You do?” he asked, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
“Yeah, and if it’s okay with your aunt, you can have whatever you like,” Wyatt said.
