Page 36 of Razor's Edge
Candy has been pushing me to make up with Razor since she and Vixen talked about him. I pushed back and told her no way would ever happen because I wouldn’t be the other woman or a club plaything. Now, knowing everything I do, I will have to eat crow and tell her I am coming back to the club.
“Let’s get it done. I’m fucking hungry!” Vixen says, excitedly rolling off the bed.
“What the fuck, Vixen? Are you okay?” I ask, looking over the edge while ensuring Starla doesn’t copy her.
Vixen pops up, whipping her hair out of her face. “I’m okay! I can’t sit up since I grew an EXTRA-Extra-Large watermelon in my stomach.”
I shake my head, slowly getting up, reaching to pick up Starla, almost vomiting from the pain. I turn to Vixen, not knowing what to do. Vixen takes Starla from me, popping her on her side like she’s been doing this her whole life.
“Vixen, does it make me a bad mom that I can’t even push through the pain to love on her?” I ask, barely able to keep myself from shattering at failing her.
“Edge, you just got the ever-loving shit beat out of you five days ago. Nearly fucking died. No one would ever believe you wouldn’t go to the end of the world for this little girl. So, knock that shit off, and let’s go get her ready so I can eat something,” Vixen sasses.
“You’re right! Let’s fucking do this!”
It takes about thirty minutes to get Starla bathed and dressed, which is twice as long as it should have. We finally get it done and head toward the kitchen to find food. We make it to the great room entrance, and I’m surprised at how empty it is. There are a couple of club girls sitting at the bar chatting and a prospect playing pool. There isn’t a single brother in sight, which is weird. Looking over at Vixen, I don’t even get the question out before she answers me.
“Church? Remember?”
“Right, shit, I was so tired and in pain after the meeting that I forgot.”
“No worries, let's go eat. I’m going to starve,” Vixen says, dancing with Starla toward the kitchen.
I chuckle, shaking my head at her antics. This is the Vixen from before our world turned to shit. It warms every part of me to see her shine and be happy. A part of that happiness seeps through my tired soul. When we get to the kitchen, I’m not shocked Blue is cooking for an army. She turns, and a wide smile stretches across her face.
“You ladies must be hungry. I know Starla is. Aren’t you, baby girl?” She finishes on a coo.
“Fucking starving. All the babies and I need food!” Vixen says excitedly.
“Well, you ladies are in for a treat because dinner just got done. So, fix your plates before the dogs get out of their meeting and descend on us,” Blue says, pulling Starla out of Vixen’s arms.
She nuzzles her neck, making her bust out in the most amazing baby laugh. We all smile, fix our plates, and sit at the bar. Blue fixes Starla mashed potatoes before sitting her on the counter in front of her. Starla sits there without moving, just clapping and babbling between bites. We eat in silence for a few moments before Blue can’t hold her tongue anymore.
“So, Miss Edge, tell me, how you are feeling?”
“Honestly, I am doing a hundred percent better than I was when I got back,” I say cheekily.
“I see they didn’t break your spirit. So, when you coming home?”
“Well, I don’t plan on leaving and will be packing my shit as soon as the men in this building allow it,” I tell her before taking a bite of my mashed potatoes.
Blue jumps out of her chair in excitement. “Finally, both of my girls are going to be home. This is the best day I’ve had in months.”
“Wanna tell me what makes you so damn excited, woman?” A growl from the door causes all of us to jump.
“Well, I won’t be able to tell you a damn thing if you give me a fucking heart attack. For such big ass men, y’all move too damn quiet,” Blue hisses with a hand on her hip.
Steel’s eyes narrow on her before stalking toward her, wrapping her in his arms and whispering God only knows what. But whatever it is, Blue turns bright fucking red. I turn back to my plate, giving them a minute to themselves.
“Dadda, da, daaa, dadda,” Starla screams, bringing my eyes to Razor standing at the door.
“Hi there, my baby girl. Are you getting some bites to eat? Dadda was looking for you,” Razor replies, smiling, proud of his little girl saying dada.
The rest of the brothers pile in, fixing their plates and cutting up. You would never know they were just in church planning to take a family out. I guess that is the way of it when you are part of a motorcycle club.
“How are you doing? Did you get enough? Do you need anything?” Razor asks before kissing the back of my head.
“I’m doing great, feeling surprisingly good! Getting sleepy now that my belly is full, so I’m ready for bed again already,” I tell him honestly.
