I took the ice cream from her and took a bite. “I’ll eat this one and she can have the new one. She wants extra hot chocolate, since I’m trying to get her back up to fighting weight and all.”
Frieda’s motherly look took in her daughter.
Though she’d gained quite a bit of weight back, it was still easy to see that Baker had a lot to go.
The jean shorts she refused to replace hung off her hips, despite the belt holding them on.
She was wearing a black nursing tank top that fit her like a glove but still showed off the few ribs she hadn’t been able to get filled in just yet.
Her face was beautiful, though there were still a few sharp lines along her jaw and her cheekbones.
Though she was drop dead gorgeous, she would look even better when she had all the meat on her bones that she’d lost in those first few months after Holt’s birth.
Shad’s hand touched his wife’s shoulder, and she jolted. “Oh, I would’ve never thought to put two shots of chocolate syrup in there.”
“I only found out how to do it last week when Copper took me here,” Baker murmured, her eyes finding her mom’s and sliding away.
I squeezed her hand lightly before saying, “Let’s sit.”
Everyone sat off to the edge of the building, but I stayed standing, knowing I’d have to just get up in a minute to get Baker’s ice cream.
I took another bite of my own ice cream, grimacing slightly at the sickly sweet taste.
For fifteen years, I hadn’t been able to have the sweets that I’d so desperately wanted.
I’d wanted all the sweets when I got out, but this was one of those sweets that I just couldn’t get behind.
“You don’t like James Brownies?” Shad asked, looking amused.
“Not my favorite,” I admitted.
“Copper?”
I walked to the window to get Baker’s ice cream, and didn’t miss the look of fear that crossed the kid’s face when I took it.
Though, it had nothing to do with him knowing I’d been in prison, and everything to do with the Truth Tellers MC cut I was wearing.
That didn’t bother me.
I liked that people had a healthy fear of the club.
They should.
Even people that were around this kid’s age.
The kind that were stupid and did things to show off when they shouldn’t.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
A woman holding her child side-stepped so fast that she nearly toppled over.
I managed to keep my eye rolling to a minimum.
“…With him? Are you sure that’s wise?” I heard Frieda say as I got closer.
Baker stiffened at her mother’s words. “What do you mean by that?”
I stopped behind the large board that displayed the menu and waited, unsure of whether I should round the corner or not.
