up.”
I glared at my mentor, my closest ally, and someone who was more than just a club brother to me. “It should burn you the fuck up, too, brother.”
He nodded. “Yeah, it does, but right now, we’ve got our families close, safe, and protected. Sundance, Hatch, and Doc are monitoring the situation, and you and Booker are digging into the digital black holes that none of us know how to navigate.”
“Jesus, Doom, why the fuck are you so Zen about this?”
“What have I always told you?”
I dragged my hands through my hair. “You tell me a lot of things.”
His mouth twitched. “You need to focus, Rabbit. You lose focus, you make mistakes. Parker’s safe. She’s right here. So what do I tell you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. “Don’t borrow trouble,” I repeated one of his favorite sayings.
“Right. When you borrow trouble, you spin out, then you can’t focus. Tonight’s a party. Enjoy it. Take a minute to enjoy the fact you found the woman of your dreams and you were both smart enough to make it permanent.”
I nodded.
“You heard from Jette?” Doom asked.
“Yeah, she texted me this morning. She’s good.”
Jesus, I missed my sister. That was partly why I was spinning, I think. I was having a fuck of a time getting past one particular firewall. If Jette were here, she’d be in in five seconds, flat. But I was gonna have to wait until it was safe for her before I asked for any favors.
“Do you know where she is?” Doom asked.
“Yes.”
Doom nodded. “So she’s covered?”
“Covered and then some.”
“Good.” He settled a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “You’ve got two women who mean the world to you, brother. They’re safe. Let that sink in for the moment so you can focus on the big picture.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
He gave me a quick hug, then we went our separate ways. I headed for the kitchen where I knew Parker was prepping breakfast. Walking into the room, I stopped dead in my tracks and grinned. She was dancing with Sebastian… no, she was dancing for Sebastian who sat in a highchair squealing in delight.
Parker held a knife in her hand and was singing Weird Al’s parody, Like a Surgeon, as she peeled and cut up an apple for Sebastian.
“Ba-ba,” Baz said.
“Ba-ba?” Parker stopped dancing and leaned down pointing to his sippy cup. “Your sippy cup’s right there.”
He pointed to me. “Ba-ba.”
“I think he’s sayin’ ‘Rabbit,’ Pebbles,” I said.
“Oh!” she squeaked, spinning to face me. “How long have you been standing there?”
I chuckled, pulling her against me. “Long enough to admire your mad dance skills.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “Baz inspired me.”
I kissed her quickly. “Where are Jazz and Alamo?”
“Alamo’s somewhere with Doc and Jazz is hopefully sleeping. She’s a little frazzled.”
Sebastian banged his sippy cup on the tray. “Ba-ba.”
I leaned down and grinned. “Yeah, buddy?”
“Up.”
“He could probably do with a diaper change,” Parker said, sliding the tray off. “I’ll do that, and you can start breakfast.”
“Sounds good,” I said, unclipping Sebastian, then lifting him out of the chair. “You go with Auntie and I’ll make eggs.”
“Eggs.”
“Yep, you can have eggs when I’m done,” I promised.
“Go bye-bye?” he asked, his face scrunching up.
“No, buddy, you’re going to get your diaper changed, then have some eggs.”
He blinked at me. “Eggs?”
“Yep. Go with Parker, okay?”
Parker held her hands out and Sebastian pitched toward her. I leaned down and kissed her quickly. “Can’t wait for this.”
She beamed at me. “Me too, honey.”
She walked out of the room and I went about figuring out what to cook with the eggs.
* * *
Parker
Six hours later, I was in the bathroom of our room at the club, trying to get my hair to behave. It wasn’t working, which meant I’d probably have to pull it up in a ponytail.
“Babe? What the fuck are you doin’?” Rabbit called.
I let out a frustrated groan and he appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. “I’m almost ready,” I lied.
“You look gorgeous. Let’s get downstairs.”
“I can’t get my hair to stop frizzing out,” I complained, pulling it away from my face.
“Put it up.”
“I was about to before you barged in and started bossing me.”
He grinned. “You want bossy, I’ll show you bossy.”
I rolled my eyes, securing my hair in a high ponytail, then settling my hands on my hips. “Ready.”
“You look gorgeous, Pebbles.”
I wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with knee-high boots, buckled just like Rabbit liked, and a Harley-Davidson T-shirt that I’d cut up just for fun.