“A smelly lesbian with a leaky eye and chronic diarrhea.”
Pax narrows his eyes. “How can she have a kid if she doesn’t like cock?”
“We’re in church.”
“So it was a miracle birth, then?”
Shay rolls her eyes and focuses on me. “I want at least two babies.”
“Right now?” I balk.
“Oh, hell, no. I like sleeping too much.”
Pax leans over and smiles. “Ford’s babies will be huge. Imagine shoving those out of your vagina. Girl, you’ll never walk again.”
I wrap an arm around a laughing Shay. “I don’t want kids.”
Her smile fading, Shay studies me to see if I’m lying. I look her in the eyes and give her my most serious expression. Instead of falling for my bluff, she smiles and leans her head against me again.
“At least two. A boy and a girl would be best. We’ll worry about the details when I’m much older and less interested in sleep.”
I frown at how well she reads me. Trying to imagine a kid of my own, I shake my head. My life leads to a coffin at the front of the church.
Thinking about Tiny, I know he was no one without his old man. If Big Dick hadn’t been in the club, his kid would have lived a long nothing life. Instead, he’s dead with his mama weeping feet away.
I want to keep Shay. This fact isn’t up for debate. What I don’t know is if I have the stomach to give her a life where she buries her baby one day.
45
Shay
Hairy Asses
City by Night isn’t packed on this Tuesday, so we get a nice table near the aquarium. I’m wearing heels and a dress. I never thought much about my long legs, but Ford makes me feel sexy.
He looks hella sexy too, wearing a gray sweater and jeans. Ford scoots his chair closer, so I can caress his leg while he orders our drinks.
Pax arrives a few minutes after we do, dressed in a hoodie and raggedy jeans.
“I overslept,” he mumbles. “Did you order for me?”
“We’re waiting for Bebe to arrive,” Ford says then ignores Pax and focuses on my bare knee.
Leaning over, he whispers, “I’m flipping you over tonight.”
I lift my lips to meet his until Pax clears his throat. “I’m not interested in this crap, so stop. If you don’t, I’m bringing a date next time. I promise she’ll be a diseased hooker who coughs on your food.”
Shrugging, I wave at Bebe standing at the door. “I bet that diseased hooker will enjoy a free meal. Bring her next time if she’s special to you.”
Ford smirks at Pax rolling his eyes dramatically. He rolls them again to make sure I didn’t miss it.
“Bebe, this is Ford,” I say, smiling proudly at how hot my guy is. “That’s his brother, Pax,” I add, waving my hand dismissively at Pax. “His diseased hooker girlfriend couldn’t make it.”
Pax flips me off and Ford’s foot goes flying under the table.
“Be careful,” Pax says, “Your foot slipped and hit me.”
Ford glares and Pax glares, but I ignore them. Bebe sits on the other side of me.
“Brothers,” I tell her then wave over the waitress.
Bebe is nervous and the brothers aren’t helping by being assholes. I want her to get along with them. Well, really just Ford. I need all the little parts of my life to link up. Friends, boyfriend, and soon my brothers.
“You have a kid, right?” Ford asks Bebe.
“Yes, Tallulah.”
“Is her dad anyone we know?”
Bebe shrugs. “Howie Becker.”
“You banged out a kid with Wolfman?” Pax balks, leaning back in his chair. “Why?”
“I was young.”
“So is your kid hairy?” Pax asks.
Bebe glares at him. “No.”
“She’s still little, right? Wait ‘til she gets older and the mustache grows in. I suspect a life of heavy bleaching in the kid’s future.”
“Shut the F U C K up.”
“Why the fuck are you spelling at me?”
Bebe crosses her arms and ignores him. Pax won’t be silenced so easily.
“Look, you made the choice to fuck a dog man hybrid. Now, your kid will live with the hairy consequences.”
“She is not F U C K I N G hairy.”
“Again with the spelling.”
“She spells cuss words out of habit,” I grumble at Pax. “Stop being a jerk.”
“The truth hurts and I’m a truth teller. I can’t change who I am.”
“You’re an asshole, Pax,” Ford mutters. “That’s who you are.”
“Well, that too,” Pax says, giving his brother a wink.
“Can we talk about something else?” Bebe mutters.
“You mean, besides your hairy as fuck daughter?”
Bebe stands up and hovers over a grinning Pax. “Lula is a beautiful child. Even if she wasn’t, she’s a human being you evil F U C K.”
“Unless your kid is hiding under the table, I think you can stop spelling cuss words, baby.”
Bebe doesn’t even look at me before bolting out of the restaurant. I grab ice cubes from my drink and throw them at Pax who laughs. Ford will soon make crotch threats and the brothers will beat on each other later. They’re not my concern though as I chase after Bebe. She’s in the parking lot, spelling cuss words.