Page 124 of Grumpy Sunshine

“Work that bad?”I asked.

“Another organ donor came in,” he explained.“Died.Family wanted his organs harvested.And then went through an eighteen-hour surgery for a complicated brain tumor.”

“Ew,” I said as I reached for the rag on the corner of the counter that was wet enough to get the chocolate off of Riggens’s face.

He complained, of course, but I managed to wrangle him long enough to get him presentable.

“Riggens,” Chevy said.“You need to get changed.Grandpa is going to be here soon.”

Riggenslovedhis grandpa.

Every Tuesday night, Dad picked him up to take him to the park and out to eat.

And Riggens loved it.

Dad—it still felt surreal that I had a dad and could call him such—loved it even more.

He’d offered to take Haven on Thursdays, but Haven was still too young yet to be without her mommy for any length of time.

Sadly, when Haven was born, she adamantly refused to take anything but the boob.

And we’d tried everything.

Eventually, I’d decided that I would just take an extended leave of absence and stay with Haven until she was a year old and could be weaned.

It’d worked out well, and I hadn’t realized how much it’d completed me until I’d realized how happy I was to be there with my family every day.

Though, I missed the hell out of my husband.

Sometimes it felt like I was missing a limb when I was away from him for any length of time.

Chevy tore off another small hunk of cake and fed it to Haven, who happily gobbled it up.

Riggens came back into the room wearing his Wrangler jeans, a white t-shirt that said ‘Truth Tellers MC’ on it, and his motorcycle boots—a gift from his grandpa Cakes.

The doorbell rang, and Riggens went tearing off, fully expecting to see his grandpa there waiting for them.

Only, it wasn’t his grandpa, but the president of the Truth Tellers.

“Webber.”I smiled.“What are you doing here?”

“Came to see your worst half,” he said as he picked Riggens up and gave him a small squeeze.

Riggens wound his tiny arms around Webber’s neck and giggled.

I was about to close the door when Dad pulled up on his bike.

“Grandpa!”Riggens screeched.

Webber set Riggens down with a wince, rubbing at his ear as he did.

Riggens tore off in Dad’s direction, and he caught him before he could make it into the road.

Not that it would matter.We had this whole end section of the road secure with Claybornes.

“Webber, what’s up?”Chevy asked, coming out of the kitchen with Haven in his arms.

Haven squealed, and Webber reached for her.

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