Grinning at the idea, Meggie grabbed one of Jo’s tiny hands. Her heart melted when the baby wrapped that little hand around one of her fingers.
“I love you, my little love,” she whispered, kissing her baby again and settling back to spend the next hour with her.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“Yours fit?”
Walking out of a dressing room in Edie Bradford’s boutique, Christopher halted in front of one of the mirrors hanging between the stalls. Diesel and CJ stood in front of the other two.
They were all dressed in the same gray handyman jumpsuits that Val and the others wore to Ridge Moore.
“Rebel will know it’s us immediately, Dad,” CJ complained.
Edie stepped next to Christopher and smiled. “I suppose that’s why he wants the same beard and billed hat getup that Val ordered for everyone.”
Christopher nodded and turned, glancing over his shoulder to see how the jumpsuit fit in the back. Megan always said she could pick out hisasseven if she couldn’t see the rest of him. According to her, noteven a blindfold would stop her. One feel of his ass cheeks, and she’d know it was him.
He couldn’t allow Megan tocatchhim spying on Rebel’s date. If CJ hadn’t shown him Rebel’s fucking profile on a motherfucking dating app, Christopher would’ve told him Kaia had to find some fucking way to convince Rebel to wait an extra day or two.
Since his daughter was in such a fucking hurry to grow the fuck up, Christopher had to fuck with Meganagain. No wonder lil’ motherfuckers broke up marriages. His children were driving him up a fucking wall.
Three little reform school motherfuckers that convinced Diesel to plead their fucking case. They were still punished, but Diesel’s defense got them out of ass beatings for fucking with the sprinklers.
A psycho-schizo-hearing voices-wannabe priest who Christopher intended to fucking kill if he fucked with Megan or Rebel again, and then make it look like an accident or him a runaway. Something told Christopher Rule was fucking dangerous. As mad as Megan was at him, he didn’t want to push her and have his kid locked away. Over the summer, though, Christopher had to convince Megan, Rule needed treatment in a mental facility.
They’d agreed to that timeline. Christopher intended to put his foot down and make her stick to it.
Then there was a pussy crazed mopey motherfucker on Christopher’syou-will-soon-be-fucked uplist—along with Johnnie and Easton.
Christopher and Megan had a girl still in the hospital. A son, the best one of them all, suffering from PTSD; and a little kid whose voice was heavier than fucking Rule’s.
Put it all together and it was fucking up his goddamn marriage. Megan wanted Rebel to go on the fucking date and she didn’t want Christopher to interfere.
What the fuck elsecouldhe do, except piss her off so much she probably dreamed of stabbing his fucking ass. Adding insult to injury, he had to keep up thismiserable charade untilafterRomantic Motherfucker Day.
He told CJ they could go on a double date. Kaia and Rebel, and Christopher and Megan. CJ looked at him like he’d lost his fucking mind.
“Fuck, son. Come with us. Ask the teacher that gave you a blowjob out for Valentine’s Day.”
Christopher smiled at how appalled CJ had been. At least, it eased their minds after Megan had been so frantic and they’d rushed their boy back to the hospital.
Diesel turned and looked over his shoulder. “Do you think Aunt Meggie would recognize me from behind?”
“Fuck no!” Christopher snapped. “That means she been studyin’ your goddamn ass and she not allowed to look below a motherfucker chin. She might accidentally see the imprint of his cock.”
His sons laughed, but he was fucking serious.
Grumpy at all the fuckery, Christopher glanced over his shoulder and focused on what he saw in the mirror. His ass looked like any motherfucker’s ass. He didn’t have eyes in the back of his fucking head, so he didn’t study the motherfucker very often.
He faced forward again, frowning at the tightness around his crotch. “Fuck, my cock don’t have room to breathe.”
“I thought it was only me,” CJ mumbled.
Christopher snickered. “Nope, shit like this not made for horse dicks.”
“Or big balls,” Diesel added.
Edie laughed and rolled her eyes. “You’re so fucking modest, Outlaw.”
