Page 19 of Roxy's Independence
“You’re so damn dramatic,” Laney sighs, shaking her head as she untangles one of the triplets’ hands from her hair. “I can’t even with you sometimes.”
“I thought today you were scheduled to volunteer at the community center. What are you doing here, woman?” Dragon asks his old lady.
“It is, which is why we’re here. You said you’d keep an eye on the kiddos while I worked, remember?” Laney reminds him, winking at me and it clicks in place why she’s given me this opening.
“Oh, in your office? I didn’t think kids went in there… ever.” A sly smile spreads across my face at the satisfaction of gaining the upper hand.
“Whatever,” Dragon rumbles.
“He acts as if it’s an all-boys club,” Laney snickers. “No girls or babies allowed.”
“Shut it, you,” Dragon commands, sounding grouchy. “Fine, you can have a machine in every room.”
“And the man cave has been invaded,” Weston snorts. “Good job, baby.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking a bow. When I lift up, I see a smile on Dragon’s face and realize he played me. “You weren’t upset about having a machine in your office, were you?”
“Nope,” he says, smirking. “Just wanted everyone to hear the importance behind having them randomly placed around the compound. I’m proud of you, Roxy. For not only standing up to me, but for the way you care for and love our children. In fact, once he’s home, I want the two of you to teach every single adult on this compound how to handle an attack in case they’re watching Easton.”
“I like that idea a lot. I mean, we have a lot of kids running around here right now and it’s always possible that another one could experience a heat-induced attack. The protocols are the same, but if we can help them here until we get to the hospital, it’ll definitely make a difference,” I reply. “Both chapters, I presume?”
Dragon rolls his eyes, which cracks me up because he’s normally so taciturn, it’s sometimes hard to get a read on him. “Of course. Brick’s crew is growing almost as fast as ours.”
I nod, already mentally preparing the display items I’ll need so all the adults are prepared. We’ll definitely use the machines that are already coming, and I realize I need to order more albuterol so nobody has to search for that. “Gotta add some more things, Weston,” I tease.
“Of course, you do,” he murmurs. Looking at Dragon he says, “I think we should see if there’s a big enough room in the main clubhouse to completely outfit it for the minor things that are bound to happen. I know that there are quite a few things in the room already, but we need to improve it.”
“Good idea, I’ll mention it to Brick. While we’re a clean club, there’s always someone doing something stupid that requires stitches.”
“If nothing else, we’ll be able to get whoever’s injured stabilized enough until we get them to the hospital,” I state.
“Used to be about bikes, booze, and babes,” Dragon grumbles with a smirk on his face. “Now it’s bikes, booze, andbabies.”
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Saber
While Roxyand I were tending to Selah and Easton, the guys had church to break down the prophetic words Egypt shared. When they presented their findings to me, I agreed with their conclusion. We’re gonna need to keep an eye on Scythe’s woman and her kid. If we’ve learned anything from the past, nothing good is going to come from this ordeal with those freaks. The fundamentalist fucks are shady and will go to any lengths to get what they want, no matter how insane their actions are. But we’re done with them setting their sights on our family. They need to be taken out permanently, because with what little patience we’ve had for their bullshit has run its course. If they wouldn’t have gone underground when they did, we’d have already wiped their faction from earth and sent them straight to hell where they belong.
Selah, against doctor advice, was up and about sooner than Roxy was comfortable with. Selah barged into church when she found something in her research which had my old lady huffing and puffing.
“She’s as bad as you guys are as patients,” Roxy harrumphs. “Yes, she’s supposed to be up and walking, but she’s supposed to be doing that slowly, and only a few steps at a time. Charging into meetings and getting herself worked up while walking acres… not so much.”
“Babe, she told you herself she’s a little tender, but other than that, she feels fine. She knows her body better than either of us do. She understands the ramifications if she doesn’t take care of herself, and with four kids as well as a newborn at home, I don’t see her taking risks that’ll have her bedridden.”
“I guess,” Roxy grunts. “I’m still gonna call her my runaway patient.”
I snort and tell her, “You do that. But remember, she’s our accountant guru and we don’t want to piss her off too much.”
“She wouldn’t,” Roxy argues. “If anything, she’ll roll her eyes at me, tell me to get a grip, and walk away whether I’m still talking or not.”
“Talking? Don’t you mean scolding,” Selah rebukes, coming into the infirmary. “I’m here for that check up you demanded I come for.”
“Because you’re over doing it,” Roxy chides. “You had a rough birth, Selah. I don’t even remember most of it and that worries me.”
“You’ve checked me over several times, Roxy. I’m fine, you’ve seen that for yourself,” Selah reminds her.
