Trust me, it’s damned near a requirement for brothers to want to kill each other at some point; but so is forgiveness. – IsraelTank and Ink sat in the emergency room waiting room waiting for… something. Anything. Everything. Their world was back there and they could not be back there with her. They were not family. They were not married. Not yet.Several other Saints stood around uncertain of what to do for their brothers. The outer doors slid open and five men in leathers entered. The gray-haired man with a large belly sat in a chair across from Tank while the tall lanky shaggy brunette sat across from Ink. A large muscular African American man sat next to Tank. The other two, both tall and dark, approached the counter. The two men across from them spoke softly in a foreign language until the larger man next to Tank gave them a warning glare. After a moment at the window, one went to the back and the other came and sat across from them. “They’re taking Priest back to her.”“Funn
Torture. That’s what those of us waiting are going through. – DixieThe surgery waiting room was painted a light blue with dark gray and navy furniture. The plastic tables held an assortment of newspapers, magazines and one well worn copy of Percy Jackson. It was doubtful that any of them were paying any attention to the décor. Much less anything that was in the magazines. As if to prove this point, Isaac took the magazine away from his wife and turned it right-side up. “I always read my magazines upside down.” Dixie said. “Uh-huh.” Isaac chuckled. “And I watch porn hub for the articles.”There was a light ripple of nervous laughter around the room. “Brother, I think you’re on the wrong website if you’re getting articles.” Isiah told him with a grin. “Are these how to articles?” Israel teased. “Anything our wife wants you to work on?”“Please, for the love of God, do not answer that.” Law pleaded. There was another round of laughter and the tension seemed to lessen in the room.
My dad’s a doctor. I need him. – Evie“Knock knock, Avon calling.” Isaac said stepping into the little room and pulling the curtain behind him. Smiling at her dad she gave a little laugh. “Do you still say that?”“Uh, yeah.” He scoffed sitting down in the chair by her bed. “I see people on what can be their worst day, a little levity helps. Sometimes. Not advisable if there’s nothing you can do but make them comfortable.”“Like when they get shot and are dying.” She whispered.“Yes.” He answered in his doctor voice. He knew the reason he asked for him was because he was a doctor. She needed her Dr. Dad as all his kids called him. Had it been about getting shot, she would have asked for Deputy Dad. Feral Dad would have been asked to handle anything that the other two could not.“I was so scared. It was a funny looking gun. Boxy. It looked fake. But it felt real.”He took her hand that was playing with trim of the white blanket. “It was real. Joy went off the deep end of the deep end.
Ummm, no offense, but why are we putting a GSW in the maternity – oh, never mind. – DocDoc walked into the waiting room and approached Tank and Ink. He motioned for them to follow. “Brothers, come with me. Once she’s settled and they’re ready, we’ll bring the rest of you up.” Doc said and Isaac smiled at him. The room filled with conversation as the three left. Doc led them down the hall and into the elevator. He waited until the other two were inside before pushing the button for four.“Do you promise that she’s okay?” Ink asked after the doors closed.“I do.” Doc grinned as the elevator moved upwards. “She’s being kept as a precaution.”“For complications.” Ink said as the box stopped and the doors opened. “Yes.” The PA agreed as he led them to room 403 by the nurse’s station. As they walked in, he smiled at the nurse as she charted the vitals. “Hey, Betty. This is Ink and Tank,” he pointed at each one in turn. “They are engaged to your patient.”“Both of them?” the middle-aged
I’m sick and twisted. But not even I would wish that shit on anyone. – DomCelt called Toad at three the following morning. At four, the clubhouse was buzzing with activity. All the patched members from the local chapters, the Tomlinson family and the Renegades and Cajuns were called in. Ink and Tank were also called and Ink went while Tank stayed with Evie. When he was leaving, Ink snapped a picture of Evie asleep in the hospital bed with Tank spooning her. She was leaning against his chest taking pressure off her injured shoulder. His hand lay on her belly where it had remained for the majority of the day. Ink knew the other man was not quite asleep. But it was the most relaxed he had been since Isiah had called. Once he arrived at the clubhouse, Ink wasted no time in showing off their babies to anyone. And everyone. When he found Athos, he gave him the copy that Tank had set aside.“Are you sure he wants me to have this?” Athos asked looking at the grainy black and white image.“
Oh, we love Dr. Barkley. He’s delivered all our babies since Dr. Coggins retired. – BecksAfter four days, Evie was released from the hospital under light duty. Even the nurse was having a hard time not laughing as she read the instructions and restrictions. Neither of her men were letting her do much. They were still feeding her the meals. They gave her sponge baths. When she had to get out of bed for the sheets to be changed, they scooped her up before she could get up on her own. If it was something that they could do, the nursing staff learned to simply get out of their way.The two large bikers pampered their woman. They even arranged for someone to come in and give her a manicure and pedicure because she missed her weekly appointment. Then, because Evie said every woman, especially new moms, needed a little pampering, all the new moms got them also. And the nursing staff all got gift certificates. She was spoiled. She knew it. And she was okay with it. Her men were well awa
There are some clauses that I’m putting in the contract. Trust me, you will thank me. – JoshuaAthos was still living at the Shack when Evie was sick in June. He stopped by a few times, but he never saw the horrible patient that Law had described. His brother and Ink were so worried about her that they didn’t care how she acted. As long as she got better.Even now, as she was laid up at the house with her arm in a sling, he didn’t see the bad patient. Where as Nessie was a self-proclaimed house cat, Evie was more of a bored, one armed tigress. Every afternoon, after Ink left and before Tank got home, Athos would take Evie for a walk through the grove. They both had to leave their phones at the house. Tank had called the first day and demanded that Athos take Evie back to the house.It didn’t matter that they were on private property. Or that, under Werewolf’s orders, Athos carried a side arm. Or even that she did not need her arm to walk.Her men had nearly lost the love of their li
I need to know what name you want me to train him with. – DawgIt was two days before school started and Athos was driving Evie home after a doctor’s appointment. She talked him into stopping by the Cookie Jar for a decaf coffee and a toasted sandwich. And a few cookies. A slice of cake. An order of fried potato slices. And a fruit salad.Athos was laughing as he turned onto their road. Evie had the Styrofoam box of potato slices open in her lap and eating them with her good hand. “Are you sure that we got enough for you to eat?”“Yeah, there’s food at the house.” She said around a mouthful of food. “Which one is hungry? Baby Ink or Baby Tank?” he asked pulling into the driveway and opening the garage door with a press of a button. “All three of us.” She said as he parked in the garage. “Let me help you with all this.” Athos said getting out of the car and coming around to her door. “Did you really eat all of those on the way home?” he laughed gathering up the to go bags.“We’re h