Free Butch by Sam Crescent Page B

her eyes, she counted to five and turned to
her son. “No, baby. I’m not angry.” Going down to his
level, she picked him up. Turning back to her mother she glared at her. “Be
happy for me.”
    Leaving her alone, she took Matthew to get changed.
Her hands were shaking as she sorted him out. He no longer needed to wear a
diaper as she potty trained him already. Her son was a fast learner. Slowly,
she started to calm down. She knew her mother only worried. Why couldn’t her
mother accept the fact she was happy?
    Holding him close, she inhaled his scent feeling all
the love she had for him come crashing through her. She’d do anything for him. The
sound of her mother’s door being knocked on interrupted the moment.
    She left her mother to open the door. “Are you ready
to have some wicked fun?” she asked.
    “Yeah,” Matthew said, giggling.
    Picking him up and resting him on her hip she spun
around in time to see Butch. His gaze lit up the moment he saw them. He was
dressed the same way he was last night only they were fresh clothes. Butch took
Matthew off her hip, kissing the top of his head. He claimed her lips, and she
melted at the smallest touch.
    “Are we ready to go?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    Her mother was watching them from the doorway. “I hope
you three have fun.”
    “You’re not coming along?” Butch asked.
    “Nah, I’m going to stay home. I’ve been to enough
fairs to last me a lifetime.”
    “Mom!” Cheryl growled through gritted teeth. Her mother wasn’t even going to
give him this time.
    “It’s nothing personal,” Anna said. “This is a time
for the three of you. Take care of my daughter.”
    Nodding, Butch took the lead, taking them outside. The
fair was a walk away. She held his hand, and for the first time she was happy.
    Butch put her son down, and together they walked out
to the big field.
    “You’re not regretting going with me, are you?” she
asked.
    In the past he’d gone with The Skulls. She knew he did
as she listened to the gossip in the streets.
    “No, this is what I’ve wanted for a long time.”
    Smiling, she saw several of The Skulls ahead of them.
She recognized Nash and Tiny with them. He tightened his hold on her as another
set of bikers joined the crew.
    “That’s the Chaos Bleeds crew,” he said, whispering
against her ear.
    “Are they your friends?” she asked, curious to know
more about him.
    “They were. They’re not my friends anymore. I made my
choice.” His hand tightened around hers. She looked around aware of all the
stares coming their way. Cheryl had never been so nervous in her whole life.
Part of her wished she’d stayed home with her mom. “You look amazing. Stop
worrying.”
    She nodded, walking beside him.
    “Hey, Butch, it’s true then. You’ve given up the
club?” a man with short hair wearing a Chaos Bleeds jacket spoke up.
    “Hey, Pussy. I’m bare, and I’m a civilian. I’d like you to meet my woman, Cheryl.”
    “Pussy?” she asked, shaking the man’s hand.
    “Yeah, name’s Shane, but I go by Pussy. Who’s the
kid?” He pointed down at her son.
    “Matthew, this is Shane.”
    She watched the introductions being made. They were
all walking with the biker clubs. Some of the women from town were glaring at
her. Ignoring their glares she saw Eva taking care of their kids. They were in
a small area being taken care of.
    “He can go and play, Butch. You’re not part of the
club, but we’re not fucking animals,” Tiny said. “We’ll keep an eye on him.
We’re friends, right?”
    “Right,” Butch said, squeezing her hand. She took the
reassurance and smiled.
    Cheryl nodded, watching her son run off to play with
the others. Some of them were his age. It was the first time she’d seen him
playing and having fun. She was always busy with work.
    “He’ll be fine. They’ll take care of them.”
    “I know.” She kept her gaze on her son as Butch talked
with his friends. This was the first time she watched her son