My Dark Biker (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 4) by Fox Regina

Author:Fox, Regina [Fox, Regina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
Published: 2015-10-21T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

After a few seconds of arguing, Aiden finally saw reason and agreed to take my car. A baby riding on the back of a bike was insane, and I refused to say yes to Dave’s offer to take Jack and my car to Aiden’s house. He was my baby and would ride with me.

With Jack comfortably seated in the back, I opened the driver side door of my car just to have it slammed shut again by Aiden. I stared at his gorgeous face with pouted lips. “What the hell, Aiden?”

“You ain’t drivin’, Abby. I am.”

I took a deep breath and shook my head, thoroughly annoyed. However, seeing as there was no point in arguing with him, I walked around the car and took my seat on the passenger side. Aiden waited for me to get my seatbelt on before driving away from my home.

During the drive to my local grocery store, I kept looking back at Jack. Although I had recovered from the initial shock of Vince’s surprise, I was still edgy about it and needed to make sure that my son was okay.

“You can relax. He ain’t goin’ anywhere—not on my watch anyway,” Aiden assured, looking at me briefly before he focused his gaze back on the road.

I stole a glance at Aiden, completely confused. The man changed moods like people change clothes. When he hopped out of his bike earlier, I was sure he would yell and curse at me for leaving him like I did. Instead, he was being sweet—in his own gruff way, of course—and telling me that everything was going to be fine. He made me swoon almost as much as he made me pull at my hair.

“Mama!” Jack’s enthusiastic call broke my reverie as Aiden parked the car at the grocery store.

I turned around to see Jack swing his legs in the air. His round, childish eyes followed the movement of his feet unblinkingly.

“Yes, baby?”

“Tots!” Jack exclaimed, pointing down at his wiggly toes.

I smiled at his attempt of saying toes. “Yes, Jack. Toes. Do you want to show Aiden your toes?”

He nodded. “Aien, tots!”

A laugh bubbled up from my throat as big-bad-Aiden chuckled and turned his body around to tickle Jack’s foot. His lips tilted into a smile as my son wiggled and pulled his legs up, evading his touch. I could be wrong, but he seemed as fascinated with the toddler as I was with him.

I forced my eyes away from the two of them and looked around for my purse. On my necessities run through the house, I grabbed his bottles, a bundle of clothes and personal hygiene items, my laptop and some of his toys—including the stuffed dog he was clutching at the moment. However, I was down to two diapers and half a scoop of formula, which were definitely a problem and the sole purpose of our trip to the store. He couldn’t go without those items and apparently, in my haste, I’d forgotten my purse back at the house.

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