“What? She can’t be here already, we aren’t ready yet!” Karly whines, stomping her little foot. “She should go wait outside until we’re ready.”
“I agree with her. She won’t get the full effect by walking in now,” Chewy agrees.
I shake my head, blinking to try and process why Jackson, Rodney and Karly from my class are here with the MC. I’m not even going to touch on why Rider is wearing a pink wig and has a vacuum cleaner.
Nitro groans behind me and the noise makes my nipples stand at attention, which is not ideal.
“Um, what’s happening?” I ask, finally finding my voice.
“He said they messed up and that you loved us and they needed our help to make you love them again. But if you do, I don’t think I could marry the Ken one,” Karly says.
“The Ken one?” Tav says, head quirked. “Oh yeah, I see it,” he smirks.
“The blonde one promised us pizza but I haven’t seen any pizza yet so I bet he’s a lying kiddy fiddler.”
“I am not!” Hayden splutters.
“Of course you are! Everyone would want a piece of me,” Rodney taunts.
“If I was I wouldn’t choose you -”
“So you are one!” Rodney crows, pointing at Fox and dancing around like he’s won the lottery.
“I always thought I was safe from kidnapping, no one wants a kid in a wheelchair, do you know how much this chair weighs?” Jackson moans, Savage taking the bait as he shakes his head at Jackson. “Too much, mister! That’s how much and Istillgot kidnapped. By bikers! They’ll sell me into slavery! My legs don’t work but I have hands they’ll use to pick cotton, just wheel me out there at the mercy of the elements and the pedophiles,”
“Jesus Christ,” Marx mutters, eyes glued to Jackson as he melts down.
“You’d be easy pickings too,” Rodney says, not helping whatsoever.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out, holding one hand up as I call out “Chrome and leather-”
“We ride together!” the kids yell, freezing in their tracks and stopping all whining and freak outs.
“Good, now, can somebody please tell me what is going on.” I keep my hand up. “One of the adults please. Namely Zane and Hayden?” I turn to them, my gaze running over their handsome faces.
“We know we were total dicks. We were so wrapped up in trying to take care of you that we hurt you and we are so fucking sorry,” Zane starts.
“So, when our texts and calls and visits were rejected we decided to go big. The one thing you love more than us is your class so we asked them to help and then Rider-” Hayden frowns in his direction before his gaze meets mine again, “got involved and now we have a whole song and dance routine performance to get you to forgive us.”
“Oh,” I say, shocked and wide eyed.
Never did I expect this is the way it was going to go.
“When we heard about the fuck up we wanted to join in because at no time do we want you to think you aren’t one of us,” Vi says, ignoring when Mira starts chanting “one of us, one of us,” in the background.
“So baby, sit there, and give us five minutes,” Hayden says, pressing a kiss to my lips, then pulling away for Zane to kiss me too.
“Hey! She’s kissing both of them! My mom says only loose women do that sort of thing. I’ve been kidnapped by bikers and looser women!” Jackson starts up.
“They might both be her husbands,” Karly pipes up.
“Is she a Mormon?”
“Who’s Norman?”
The MC tries to hide their chuckles as my students keep debating why two gorgeous men kissed me. I’m not too sure how it happened either kids, but I’m going to try my best to not freak out in the future. Unless this little grovel show is really good and then I might do it in the run up to special occasions. The couch where Zane and Hayden told me to sit dips as Pops sits on one side of me and Mad Dog on the other.
“Don’t know how you do it girl. Those kids are fucking exhausting.”
