Chapter 17 - Sniper
Sniper followed his Shortcake home and stood on the porch while she hurried next door to retrieve Gav. The boy was sound asleep and when he saw her struggling to carry him; he double timed it over to her.
“Let me carry him Shortcake,” he demanded as he held out his arms. With a small sigh of relief, she handed him over.
“I have no idea how he’s growing so fast. It’s a struggle to carry him, but the thought of waking him so he can walk seems cruel,” she admitted.
“Well, you’re going to have to soon,” Sniper reluctantly told her. “You”ll hurt your back if you keep this up.”
“Kids come first with me,” she stubbornly replied. “I’ll always put his comfort before mine.”
Sniper frowned at her as she hurried after him, with her short legs it was hard for her to keep pace. He decided he’d have to come up with some way to ease the burden, as he didn’t think she’d appreciate him moving them in just yet and taking over the task himself. He’d been busy lately, but he’d be sure to start his cabin tomorrow. A couple cases of cold beer and he’d have a shit ton of the brothers helping.
“Get your keys out and unlock the door,” he quietly requested, as he climbed the porch steps.
Without a word, she did as he asked, and then led the way to the boys bedroom. He gently laid Gav on the bed and stepped back.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to get him settled and changed. Make sure you get yourself organized too,” he ordered. “I’m here for a while, so do what you need to Shortcake.”
The look of thanks she sent his way made him smile. He backed out of the room and shut the door over. His first stop was to the kitchen, he needed a glass of water and he needed to run some water over his face. He refused to do it in the bathroom, not wanting to make her wait for it.
Sniper turned the water on cold, then grabbed a roll of paper towels and set them beside him. He splashed the water over his face, making sure to thoroughly soak the spots he knew the cuts were. When the water ran clear, he turned it off, then grabbed some paper towels and dried it. Next, he grabbed the Lysol she had next to the sink and cleaned it.
Finally he grabbed a glass of water, a couple extra paper towels, and headed for the couch. The water had opened a small cut over his eye, and he held the paper towels there hoping to stop it. It was only a few minutes wait before she was out and heading for him. He grinned at the large first aid kit she was lugging with her.
“Am I that bad off,” he teased her with a grin.
Immediately the poor girl blushed. “I’m the mother of a young boy, there are never enough first aid supplies.”
And there was another reason she should live with him. He himself, along with Raid and Shadow had medical training. Not to mention, Doc had moved into the clubhouse and was around most of the time too. He had cut back his hours, now that Alexandria and Tiffany were close to giving birth. Macy was pregnant too, but she still had a ways to go. Soon the compound would be overrun with children.
That thought brought Carly to mind. He had everything planned out with her, and it was scary to think he could be married to her now. He was glad she’d shown her true colours before that happened, although it pissed him off knowing what Misty went through because of her.
“You okay,” his Shortcake frowned, as she took a seat beside him and placed her kit on the floor.
“Fine, sorry, just a bit tired,” he lied. He threw all thoughts of Carly out the window. She was still in jail and according to Darren and Colin she was still having problems seeing. Misty had done a damn good job extracting her revenge.
“Do I look that bad,” he questioned, as he dropped his arm and the paper towels.
She leaned forward to get a better look, and her breath fanned over his face. It was his undoing. He snaked his hand into her hair and pulled her close, then his lips were on hers and he forgot all about his cuts.