He had no idea what to expect when it came to the comprehension skills of a toddler. “You get that I’m your dad, right?”
“You are?”
“Yeah. You’re my boy.”
Still nothing.Shit.
“You want, you can still call me Zeke for now. Or you can call me Daddy. Whatever you wanna do, Ledger.” At least his mother gave him a badass name. And not Chad or some such bullshit.
Ledger chewed on his bottom lip.
Fuck, maybe Kyra was right and this news confused his kid.
He should’ve fucking waited.
Too late now.
He also had a feeling he’d be eating shit soon by the goddamn spoonful. In fact, Kyra might whittle down that fucking spoon to a point and stab him with it.
“Understand what I just told you?”
“Think so.” But Ledger didn’t sound so confident.
“We’ll figure it the fuck out.” He grimaced at his fuck-up, but Ledger was his kid and his future was full of bikers who let shit fly, so he would have to get used to it. So would Ky.
The fuck if he was going to shield his son from his future.
Zeke held out his fist and waited.
The kid had no idea what to do. “Make a fist, my man, and bump it against mine.”
Ledger did so and then laughed, like a fist bump was the funniest shit ever.
Zeke’s heart squeezed. Then he returned the bowl of popcorn to his kid and hit play on the remote before sinking deeper into the couch.
Look at that, he handled it like a fucking pro.
One side of his mouth pulled up as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back to listen to his kid squeal and laugh over some cartoon animals doing stupid shit.
A couple secondsafter the lock turned in the front door, it opened slowly.
Zeke waited on the couch with his knees wide and his boots spread even wider in the dimly lit living room.
He expected her to be back about two fucking hours ago.
A lot of shit could’ve happened in those two hours. Even though that Glen guy probably only needed thirty seconds to do it.
Fuck that. Zeke was giving him too much fucking credit. Twenty seconds was probably more realistic.
As soon as Kyra stepped inside, her eyes swept the living room and landed on him.
She closed the door and flipped the switch to turn on the overhead light.
As soon as Zeke’s eyes adjusted, he raked them over her and her fucking outfit.
The same outfit she walked out of the house wearing earlier. It pissed him the fuck off then, it pissed him off when she came back.
His nostrils flared and his teeth clenched so tightly, one of the muscles in his jaw popped.
