We watch Wilder as he pieces together Legos. His tongue darting out between his lips as he concentrates with his nose wrinkling up every five seconds. I find myself watching him playing on the living room floor with his toys at night, studying his ticks and innocent wonder.
“Is that a—”
I cut Eden off, leaning forward, squinting my eyes. “It’s a damn motorcycle.”
The boy doesn’t build basic shit like most kids his age. Wilder never follows the picture instructions either. It’s all him thinking outside of the box, building what he wants. Every single day, he never ceases to amaze us.
“Steal it when they call us back,” Eden demands in a hushed whisper.
I shake my head knowing I’m about to battle the Mitts bear. Eden refuses to use any reference to being Wilder’s mom. She’s his Mitts and honors Zoe daily by sharing the memories of her. Wilder will know how much his mother loved him.
“Woman, you’re crazy. I ain’t stealing toys from a damn preschool.”
“Motorcycle, or you’re cut off. And really, Saxon, petty theft from a preschool would make you look like a saint.” She points a finger at me.
She’s threatened cutting me off before, but that shit don’t last, but it’s a different story if it’s anything that involves Wilder.
“You’ll be suffering if you cut me off. I know how much you love my cock, darlin’. Those fingers of yours might be full of magic when they wrap around my shaft, but they ain’t got nothing on the way I make you feel. You know it, and so do I,” I whisper in her ear, smirking as I do. She squirms, presses those legs of hers together, and just when I think I got one up on her, she bends over, tying her shoelace, and makes my dick hard, the zipper in my jeans threatening to break.
“Jesus Christ, woman what is that?” I reach forward, pulling back the hem of her skirt. Before I go any further, I glance around to make sure we are still the only family in the waiting room. Carefully, I peel off the plastic bandage.
“Take a look and then talk smack about your cock.” She giggles.
“Property of Brick,” I mumble. Fuck me. My fingers are itching to trail over the tattoo right above the crack of her ass.
“Get the hell back up here.” I glance at Wilder to make sure he ain’t looking. Grip her by the back of the neck and yank her up.
“I told ya I’d own that ass. I love you, darlin’.”
The smiles we share with each other are more powerful than any ‘I love you.’ Can’t wait to trail my tongue over each letter on her ass after it’s healed. Then I’ll take over proper ownership of that ass, making my girl scream the whole time.
“Wilder,” a gentle voice floats in the small area.
Miss Rachel peeks her head out of her office. She’s the one who approached us when Wilder returned. It was no secret what he went through. I’ll give credit to Miss Rachel approaching us about counseling because I may be a big badass scary biker guy, but it was Eden who had her hackles up. It took Eden sixty seconds to fall in love with Miss Rachel, and since then, they’ve been on the same page.
Wilder pops up on his feet, races over to Eden, and tugs her from the chair.
“Our turn,” he sings out. She’s gone into every session with him. Some days, they come out giggling and carefree, while other days, the defeated look on Eden’s face slices me wide open.
Eden hops up from her chair pretending Wilder pulled her up. She peeks over her shoulder, swings her hips from side to side as if stretching out. I know better; my girl is taunting me. She’s just begging for a hard and rough fuck tonight.
Before focusing forward, she sends me a death glare and mouths, ‘Do it, or else.’
Great, now I have thirty or so minutes to sit here and form a plan to steal a Lego motorcycle from a preschool, I think as a stare at it in the toy corner. Karma is a dirty bitch in the form of stealing from preschools. What’s next? Stealing an old lady’s cat Wilder falls in love with? Doesn’t matter because I’ll do it.
There’s light tapping on my knee, distracting me. I turn to see Wilder standing in front of me. He holds his hand out to me palm up.
“Will you go with me today?”
His question shocks the shit out of me. Wilder kept his distance at first but has grown more curious over time. I roll his question over and over in my head. My throat threatens to squeeze shut.
“Saxon.” Eden’s loving voice washes over me.
I look to her then back to Wilder. He’s smiling at me and confident. He drops Eden’s hand and steps between my legs, placing his tiny palms on my thighs.
“I love you like Mitts. And I wanna”—he stumbles over his words for a few beats. It happens when he’s trying to get a lot out—“wanna motorcycle like you, and I like it when you read to me.”
Son of a bitch. This is what true love feels like. It’s raw and honest in the form a four-year-old boy. Ain’t ever been a liar or fraud, and am not starting now. Not gonna hide from what’s happening right in front of me because there’s no need to mask my emotions anymore. Not with these two in my life. Tears form in my eyes, my heart swells, and I’m man enough to let them spill over.
I lean forward until I’m nose to nose with him. “I love you, too, Wilder. I’ll be by your side today, tomorrow, and forever. Whatever you need or want, I’m here. The three of us are our own family, and ain’t no mother— I mean, no one gonna change that fact. Every morning and night, you gonna hear three words from me. I love you.”
He shrugs. “Okay, so you wanna go with me?”
I chuckle and ruffle his hair. “I’ll take you out on my bike this afternoon. We can start shopping for a little dirt bike for you. Gotta start out slow.”
Shit, I want to sprint out of this place this second and go buy him a 50cc with training wheels and all the gear to accompany it.
On cue, Mitts bear clears her throat, bites her bottom lip trapping in her verbal assault, and shakes her head. “Something we will have to talk about in a few years.”
She overemphasizes the last part. I stand up and wave her off.
“Don’t worry, Mitts, we men have this.”
“Yeah,” Wilder agrees.
Eden’s dying to respond but keeps her mouth shut as we enter the colorful office. The explosion of colors makes me dizzy, but I can see how it would make a child comfortable. Eden pulls me down onto a leather couch, while Wilder scurries around the room. It’s clear they have a well-established routine here as I watch him.
Eden leans over whispering into my ear. “Don’t forget to steal that motorcycle before we leave.”
I glance down at her. “Babe, ain’t no way. Was gonna make a plan to nab it while you guys were in here, but now…”
She clutches my forearm, kisses my cheek lightning fast, and then hits me with a sugary, sweet smile. “Get it.”
I shake my head, but she’s not done.
“So I can ram it up your ass.”
I can’t help the laughter that spills from me. Miss Rachel and Wilder don’t miss a beat going on about their business. Gonna have a little fight on my hands over the motorcycle-riding issue. Ain’t no worry. I’ll fuck some sense into her. Works every single time. I reach over and splay my palm out on her belly, lean in to whisper into her ear, and trace the shell of her ear with my tongue before speaking.
“Property of Brick. Your ass says so, darlin’. And what’s gonna happen when our second little boy is born in six months? Shit, better buy two while I’m there.”
I’ll never tell Eden, but I wish for a little girl every single night. One with her eyes, same color of hair, and warrior spirit. And you can bet your damn ass my little girl will be riding, too.
The End
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