on me, you better run,” Bronze returned and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Fuck,” I groaned and covered my mouth with my hands while Frankie launched herself off the float and went after her pig, causing the float to tip over and plunge me into the water.
I thought I was only under for a few seconds, but when I surfaced, Frankie had a pissed-off Brat wrapped in a towel, and Bronze was holding Blue while she fixated on the pig and giggled.
“Come on, you big ham, let’s get you inside for a treat.”
I gasped. Frankie only bribed him with treats when it was an absolute necessity. And I guess she thought my biker was serious when he threatened to burn her bacon.
“Would you two like to go for a swim?” I asked. I wasn’t ready to go inside. It was such a nice day, and I wanted to enjoy it a little longer. “We could have something for dinner delivered and eat by the pool,” I suggested.
He shook his head. “We’ll have to pass. We haven’t had a chance to go swimming before now, so I haven’t gotten her a swim diaper yet.”
“Does she need one? I mean, a little bit of baby pee in this giant pool isn’t going to bother me,” I told him and lowered my voice. “Do you think she’s gonna poop anytime soon?”
He chuckled. “If I knew when that was going to happen, I would’ve saved myself a shitload of trouble, literally.”
“Seriously, get in. The water feels great. I’ll be right back,” I said and hoisted myself out of the pool on the side near the pool house. A few minutes later, I returned with a float my mother bought for one of my baby cousins a few years ago. “Do you think she would like this?”
“There’s only one way to find out.” With that, he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and proceeded to undress Blue. “I just put a clean diaper on her, so she should be good for a little while.”
He carried her into the pool slowly, dipping her feet in first to see how she responded. “She loves bath time, so I doubt this will be any different.”
He was right. Blue loved the water. Once he got her situated in the float, she flashed us a big, gummy grin. Every once in a while, she would randomly smack both hands on top of the water and laugh when she made it splash.
At some point, while I was pushing her float around the pool and watching her enjoy herself, Bronze moved behind me and slipped his arm around my waist. “You’re good with babies,” he rumbled.
“Thanks,” I squeaked and cleared my throat. “I love kids. I want to have a houseful someday,” I told him, not realizing I was nonchalantly sharing my future hopes and dreams with him.
“I knew I wanted to have kids one day, but never gave it much thought until Blue was born.” He snorted. “I still haven’t given it much thought, but right now, I’m focusing on the one I’ve got.”
“You’ve got a good one,” I said wistfully.
“That I do,” he agreed and kissed my cheek.
24
Since Sloane previously agreed to skip the events for the first two days of the convention, we planned to load up and drive to the “undisclosed” location where Tatum made arrangements for us to stay. Even though Tatum forbade it, I debated on telling Sloane we were headed to Croftridge anyway. Because I knew she would be pissed if she didn’t have time to adequately make herself a nervous wreck and change clothes fifteen times before she met the rest of my family. I understood it was how she dealt with her nerves because my mom was the same way anytime she was meeting a group of new people.
While I trusted Sloane, and I knew Sloane trusted Frankie, I didn’t know Frankie well enough to trust her; therefore, I couldn’t risk putting us all in danger if it turned out Frankie wasn’t trustworthy or sucked at keeping secrets. However, in the best interest of my own ass, I found a way to skirt the rules.
“When you’re packing and getting ready to leave, pretend like it’s the first time I brought you to the clubhouse for the cookout.”
She whirled around with a look of confusion on her face. “What? Why would I do that?”
“Trust me, Sweet Sloane,” I said cryptically and covered her lips with mine before she could argue. “I’ll be back in a