Free Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) by Glenna Maynard

dude. He treats her right, keeps her happy. Hope we aren’t interrupting, maybe we should have called first. He doesn’t get a lot of time off to spend with her, he drives a truck cross country for a retail company. I wouldn’t have come if I knew he would be here, I hate intruding on them.
    After parking my bike, I open Baby’s door for her and then proceed to getting Colt out for her. He smiles so big at me, I hope Baby doesn’t freak out but I am telling Foxie today that this is her first grandbaby, he may be the only unless Baby and I have more, since Rumor found out that she more than likely will never have a kid of her own.
    When we get to the door, Cowboy is opening it to greet us. “Your mom is in the bathroom, come on in.” He drawls full of southern hospitality. Yeah, we interrupted something, I laugh to myself. Baby goes into the kitchen to fix Colt some juice in his sippy cup. I take a seat on the couch after laying Colt down on a quilt in the floor so he can crawl and roll around.
    Mom comes in. “Well what a nice surprise, you aren’t here with Colt on your own are you?” She eyes me questioningly.  Her hair is messy, eww I know she has sex but knowing you walked in on it basically is gross.
    “Of course not,” Baby laughs hugging her from behind. 
    “Not that I’m not happy to see all of you, but what are you doing here?” Mom hugs her back.
    “I was hoping you could keep Colt for a few hours, I want to take Baby somewhere with me.” I tell her hoping she says yes.
    “Well Cowboy promised me dinner, if you’ll be back in time for that then I think, I’d be happy to keep my grandson.”  She winks at me.
    Baby’s eyes bug out of her head as she takes a seat by me on the couch. I wrap her hand in mine and bring it to my lips kissing it tenderly, so she knows I support her decision in this moment.
    “Foxie, I,” Baby starts but my mom cuts her off.
    “I raised you both, did you think this would get past me.  So you together or not?” I shrug my shoulders. “Thomas Black, you had better do right by them. Don’t be a foolish son of a bitch like your daddy was.” She zeroes in on me with a pointed stare.
    “I’m trying ma. Let’s talk about this later yeah?”  Fuck, I don’t want to get into this with her right now, Baby is apprehensive as it is. Bringing up my father and his asshole ways isn’t doing me any favors. I swear mom loves Baby more than she loves anyone.
    “Suit yourselves.” She picks Colt up from the floor and takes the sippy cup from Baby. “Go on leave us be.” Mom is in a mood, one that you don’t question her, you just do as she pleases. Baby and I both go out the door quickly.
    “Did you tell her?” She raises her brow at me accusingly.
    “Fuck, Baby he looks just like me, of course she figured it out on her own. Can we just get on the road and enjoy some time together and not worry about everyone else?”
    She concedes, “Yeah, I suppose you are right. But Grim is going to kill you.” I have been waiting for it; I am surprised he hasn’t yet.  I know he sees the way I chase after Baby, I don’t try to hide the fact that I love her.
    “Let me worry about that when the time comes, we don’t have to decide anything right now.” I would go to him right now and declare my undying love for her, if I knew she wanted me the way I want her. I would give her everything; I’d do anything if she would say the words.
    Baby climbs on my bike behind me wrapping her arms around me, holding me tight. Feels like she was always meant to be riding with me. “I don’t have my brain bucket.”
    “Do you trust me, Baby?” My question holding double meaning. I want her to know I am motherfucking serious about this with her.
    “I want to,” She whispers into my ear as I pull out of the driveway.
    Baby
    Striker pulls up outside of Inkman’s shop. He better not have brought me here to do what I think he has. It’s too soon. I cannot wear his brand yet.
    Striker