The only thing I have left to do is figure out how to tell Havoc that I’m pregnant.
Something tells me kissing him isn’t going to make a difference.
Bikes But No Breakfast
Havoc
“Dad, are you sure I shouldn’t just pop in and check to make sure Greer is all right?”
No, I’m not. “She messaged me last night that she had a long day in Urbium and couldn’t make dinner. She’s fine, just tired. We can’t suffocate her.”
“Caring about a friend isn’t suffocating them.” Creed climbs onto his bike.
It’s not that I want to tread lightly. “We’ll see if she’s free for dinner.” That is, if Everett has left already. I pull on my helmet and wait for Creed to do the same.
“This kid better not be a total nerd. I have a reputation to uphold.”
Yeah, right. Like Creed actually cares about that. He’s just grumpy that we didn’t get to have breakfast with Greer. To be fair, so am I.
What is a weekend for without a leisurely breakfast with your family?
Not to mention, I have so many questions to ask her. Why was she at Creed’s school? Why was she in the city? Has her ex tried to contact her again?
When can I kiss her next?
Where would she like to go for our first date?
It really should be a long bike ride through the mountains where we stop for a picnic, but the weather is way too cold for that. Maybe next year, or when she’s a little more acclimated to riding. I need to get her leathers soon. And a helmet.
Will she want a pink one or something red?
Her whole house is fairyland themed. Maybe I should have one custom-painted for her.
***
“Are you sure teaching him to ride is a good idea?” Rage watches as Everett runs his bicycle off the track for the fifth time.
“He just needs to find his balance. Learning this part on a bicycle is much easier than on a motorcycle.” Though I’m pretty sure Creed had more balance than this when he was learning to walk.
Rage raises an eyebrow at me. “I need to bring him home with no broken bones. Also, how would I go about getting him a custom bike?”
That was what I was going to use to bribe the kid over to our side. “We can make just about anything. I can bump the kid’s bike up on our waiting list.”
“How long is it normally?”
“Between one and five years, depending on how much we like you or how cool the bike you want is. Interesting bikes always move up the list.”
“The kid will want his sooner.”
“I had Creed build his own to earn it.”
Rage stares at the wobbly boy. “Great idea. And he might even love that more. Learning hands-on about how engines work would be a great skill to add to his repertoire. Just be careful, the kid might try to redesign them.”
“I’m used to it. Creed does it all the time. He’s working on an electric motorcycle right now.”
“Aren’t motorcycles really energy-efficient already?”
“Yeah, the only problem he’s hit so far is that the engine is completely silent.”
