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Pouring him a large measure of coco pops, I top it with milk and grab him a spoon. Placing it in front of him, I take a seat. “I hope you were okay seeing Louis when you came downstairs this morning.”
“Did he sleep over?” he asks instead of answering.
“Would it be a problem if he did?”
Shovelling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, he mumbles, “No.”
“Do you think you’ll like him being around the house more often?”
He goes to shove in another spoonful, but I reach over and stop him. I need to know how he feels. This is his home, and it’s the last place he should feel uncomfortable.
“Will he bring his motorcycle?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he will.”
“Then I like him. I don’t mind if he comes around.”
“Do you think he’s nice, though? Did you like him?”
With a nod, he takes another bite. Apparently, that’s all I’m getting from him, but I’m satisfied. If at any point he doesn’t like Louis, I’m sure he’ll tell me.
Leaving work, I find Louis leaning against his car, and my heart pounds at the sight of him waiting for me. I hope this feeling never fades.
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought we could pick up Thomas from school together and we could swing by the club before going out for dinner.”
My heart races, but not because of him. “You said you’d keep us separate.”
Even after being around Louis these last few weeks, I’ve not had the inclination to think about what his life is like there, or the guys he rides with. When he told me I’d not know that side of his life, I accepted it and moved on.
“It’ll only be this once. I want my brothers to meet you, and I want you to see what we’re about so your imagination doesn’t run away with you and come between us.”
I’m not sure how to take that. Has this been a problem for him in the past? I’m thinking all of this as we drive toward the school. But when Thomas runs out of the building, a wide smile springing to his face when he sees Louis standing beside me, I let myself relax. Perhaps they won’t be as scary as I expect.
“Are we riding on your bike?” is the first thing out of his mouth. He’s got nothing for me. It’s all about Louis’s motorcycle.
“How would we all fit on his bike, Thomas?” I smile, but my poor guy looks gutted.
The school run is different today. Where we’d usually talk about his day on our walk home, he sits in the back of the car, asking Louis all sorts of questions about his bike. My son seems to have lost his head, but I enjoy watching their bond develop.
“Is this where you live?” Thomas asks, looking up at the imposing building behind the gates. I’ve only seen it in passing from the bottom of the street.
“No. I live somewhere else, but I spend a lot of time here,” Louis explains.
I take in the intimidating surroundings and realise this is why I don’t come over to this side of town. The club has never been a secret around here, and most people tend to stay clear.
Getting out of the car, Louis slips his hand around mine, and I’m a little surprised when Thomas doesn’t run to my side, being that we’re in a strange place. I’m noticing lately that he doesn’t need me as much, and I’m putting it down to me being away from him for nearly three months. It hurts, but at the same time, it’s nice to see him growing up and showing his independence.
Ignoring the guy wearing a prospect cut, Louis leads us to what I learn is a bar. When I say everyone stops their conversations and stares at us, I mean everyone. You could hear a pin drop, it’s so quiet. It becomes so uncomfortable, I squeeze Louis’s hand. But Thomas is in awe, staring at everything he can lay his eyes on, not the least bit bothered that everyone’s staring at us.
A big guy makes his way over to us with a warm smile, setting me at ease.
“Evie, this is my president, Chaos. Pres, this is Evie and her son, Thomas.”
He holds his hand out and I shake it. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” When he kneels down and bumps fists with Thomas like Louis does, I laugh. When I look up, I see another guy coming our way.
