Page 27 of Clash
“Is he non-verbal?” he asked, turning my way.
I shook my head, hoping that what my gut was telling me, wouldn’t happen, but of course, Alex had other plans.
“You got a really big nose!” Alex blurted out. He looked over at me, instantly seeing my look of disapproval and shrugged. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Mommy says I shouldn’t talk about things that are different on people. Like one time, I saw a man that was really, really big. And when I asked him why he was so big, my mommy got mad at me. I just wanted to know why he looked that way. Like your nose. Why is it so big?”
Clash and Isabella stifled their laughter.
“Alex, you shouldn’t ask that sort of question!” I scolded.
Dr. Isaac held up his hand, taking my son’s ramblings like a champ. “Genetics. My dad had a big nose. My brothers both have big noses.” He held a hand up to the side of his mouth and whispered, “Even my mom has a big nose, but we don’t mention it.”
Alex nodded thoughtfully. “Makes sense. My mommy has really big feet, but I don’t say anything about it because she’s self-Jiminy Cricket.”
“Self-Jiminy Cricket?”
“Yeah, he’s Pinocchio’s conscience, and Mommy says when people say things about what makes you different. It makes you Self-Conscience. Though, I have trouble saying that word, so I just say Self-Jiminy Cricket. It’s easier.”
“I’ll have to remember that. I’ve never heard anyone call it that before. And I believe the correct term is self-conscious,” Dr. Isaac said with a wink.
“Still too hard for me to say. I’ll stick with the cricket,” Alex said giggling.
Everyone in the room laughed, making Alex grin in delight. He loved making people smile.
After about twenty minutes, and a few x-rays, Alex’s arm was definitely indeed broken, and I felt so incredibly guilty about it.
Alex though, thought it was the best thing ever, especially when Dr. Isaac placed him in a nifty blue cast—his favorite color.
“Mommy, look at this thing. It’s huge!” He then dropped his voice a little lower. “It’s even bigger than the doctor’s nose.”
“Alex, it’s really not nice to point out people’s flaws like that,” I reprimanded him again.
“I know. I know,” he said, blatantly ignoring me. “Hey, Mr. Clash, Mommy has big feet, but don’t tell her that, and I have this cool big cast. Do you have anything that’s really big on you?”
Instantly, my cheeks went pink, remembering the ginormous appendage sitting in his pants. Clash must’ve seen my blush because he chuckled, stating the obvious, “I’ve been told there are a few parts of me that are bigger than normal…” He paused, flashing me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen, right before winking. God, how that wink and wicked smile affected me, too. My lady basement was a total flood zone right now.
“Like what?” Alex asked.
Of course, he would ask that.
“Oh, would you look at that? We’re home!” Clash exclaimed, using the sudden pull into his driveway as a way to avoid the question.
Alex was out of the car before either of us could stop him, excitedly skipping toward the door as he exclaimed. “I can’t wait to show Skittles how big my cast is!”
I started to open my mouth to thank Clash for taking us to the hospital, but he had different plans.
“And I can’t wait to show his mommy, how big something is as well.”
Yeah… that instantly clammed me up. No use in thanking him now. That last statement of his made me a lusty fucking mess.
10
When Ranger called me, telling me there was a major emergency at the club, I didn’t want to leave. Alex had this uncanny way of playing my heart strings like a violin, tugging and pulling them like a true musician. I’d literally do anything for that fucking kid, and seeing his heart breaking over me not being able to go to the park with him, absolutely devastated me.
But I had to push it away.
I had a club that needed me right then.
But fuck me for thinking that it was an actual emergency I was needed for, because when I pulled up into the club parking lot, I found myself face to face with three unfamiliar faces, and one incredibly proud Skid.
