Page 11 of Bound By Redemption
I was about to ask her what she meant when Blaze, Remy’s now grandmother, came running through the parking lot to the table where we were sitting. Her eyes glistened with tears, and my heart stopped for a moment.
Did Micah have time to talk to his parents about not telling Remy quite yet? Was she going to spill the beans right then and there? What would I say to Remy, especially with all the drama that had happened today? Questions upon questions piled up. The anxiety inside of me continued to climb as my gut twisted, threatening to explode. With everything going on, I couldn’t deal with this too.
Maybe it was irrational to fear Remy being told she had a father and grandparents. Who was I kidding… It was my hang up. It had nothing to do with Remy. It was all me, and I needed to work that out.
Remy jumped into my lap. She must’ve felt my panic of everything coming at me like a flood.
Blaze surprised me, though. She first went to Austyn, wrapping her arms around her tightly. She mumbled something into Austyn’s ear, but I couldn’t hear it.
Blaze then turned to us, eyes bright. “How are you doin’?” Her tone was one that I’d wished my mother had, had for me but never got. It was concerned, kind, and caring. Three things my own mother was not. It made me happy that Micah had that.
“We’re okay.”
Blaze nodded, then bent down to get closer to Remy. “How ya doin’, Remy banannee?” The nickname made me smile. I’d forgot about that. Blaze donned her with it one of the first times that we'd met her.
“Houssss boom,” Remy blurted, sitting up and arms going out in a large arc. Kids were little sponges, and I hated that this would be a memory for her. But it wasn’t any different than a car accident. I preferred to see it as a teachable moment. That was once I got my shit together and was able to explain it right or in a way that didn’t scare the hell out of her or me. Not to mention to have the answers to give Remy in the first place that I did not have.
“Yeah. I heard. That had to be scary,” she replied, getting close to my little girl.
“Gou … nd ’ent boom,” Remy continued, and I was pretty sure she meant ground. Her use of words was getting better and better every day.
“Yeah. We had to go to the ground, but we were safe,” I said, hugging her.
Remy nodded. “Mmmmmk dare.” That one was new, but Blaze caught onto it quicker than I did because she smiled wide.
“Micah was there? He kept you and Mommy safe?”
Remy’s head bobbed, then her thumb went in her mouth, and she laid her head against my chest.
“He ran in to get Austyn,” I told her, not knowing if she had heard everything.
“That boy. Or man. Hell, it’s all so different. It’s a good thing, don’t get me wrong. It’s just an adjustment to the man he’s become. He’d never allow someone to be hurt if he could help it, and running into a burning building sounds like something the man in him would do.” The pride in her words was evident.
“Better than the pissant he used to be,” Austyn started, and my head turned to her. She’d told me some things about Micah, but not the pissant stuff in detail. Austyn looked to me. “He used to say bad shit about the club. It seems he’s over it now, and the brothers seem to be over it for the most part, so we’re letting it go.”
Blaze shook her head, giving Austyn the mother glare to end all mother glares. “Yes. Let it go.” It came out more as a mother’s demand than a statement. The Ravage MC respected their women, and the women respected each other. The elder generation held even more respect, leading up to Ma who was the matriarch of the MC. It was amazing watching them all together.
In this instance, Blaze was showing her rank in the system and expected Austyn to follow it. I had to admit I was curious if she would or not. The woman had, had a traumatic day and all.
“Right.” Austyn conceded, but there was a big story there that I’d need to hear at some point. Micah was the father of my child, after all, and I wanted to know everything about him. Before we hadn’t really spoken about him. It never came up, and I never put two and two together. Now, I wanted to know.
“I think we have ice cream inside,” Blaze said, looking at me, and I smiled, catching on to her game. She loved Remy, and she didn’t have to play anything to get to spend time with her. Even bribing her with ice cream. It made me overjoyed that Blaze wanted to spend time with her at all. She then directed her attention to Remy. “You wanna come and see if we can get some, Remy?”
My little girl looked up at me, silently seeking a feeler for what she should do. “Go ahead, baby. Eat some for me.”
Remy appeared to not want to go, warring with staying with me or getting a yummy treat, but then she reconsidered, reached out and took Blaze’s hand. Watching them walk away, it was confirmation that my little girl had a grandparent, and it hit me hard in the chest, threatening to knock the wind out of me.
That would’ve been a great picture to take, but before I could pull out my phone, they were gone inside the building. The feeling still remained, though, and I clung onto it with both hands. I loved that for Remy.
“So, she knows?” Austyn asked.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if Micah told her that we weren’t introducing them as grandparents yet. I’m assuming yes because she didn’t say anything.”
“She would’ve if he hadn’t said somethin’, so I think you’re good.”
Austyn was right. The way Blaze was so smooth with Remy, she knew and was keeping it to herself for now. It made me want to tell Remy all the more. Remy could trust these people and have a strong family unit. One that I could never give her back in our old life. The emotions whirled around me, and it might sound selfish, but I really wanted to see Micah.
“Any word from Ryker or the guys?”
