Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 3

The next morning, I get a text from my mom saying shes on her way over. Just great. We haven't spoken since the other night when the bomb dropped, so I can't even imagine the shit she's gonna say when she gets here. That mouth on her has no filter. Must be where I get it from.

Shane's still asleep as I creep bare foot across the wooden floors to the kitchen. Mom doesn't bother knocking as she just casually walks through the door. "Coffee?" I offer. She waves a hand and just sits on a stool at the counter.

"Where's Shane?" She peers around.

"Asleep." I answer shortly, annoyed she wont just get to it.

"Well, I will wake him up. I'm taking him for the day." She informs me.

"Excuse me? No. We have plans today." I lie. She isn't just about to take my kid without asking.

"Doing what? Taking him around that club full of felon pigs?" She snaps, green eyes ablaze.

"Why don't you just say everything you want about Shank." I tell her.

"What's to say? You met him in prison! You should have known better!" She shrieks, her face turning slightly red.

"Yup. And say what you want, but Shank wants to be a part of his son's life." I don't exactly know that for sure. Yeah, he said stay in town with him, but hasn't made too much effort to do anything. He's still probably trynna wrap his head around all of this.

Mom shakes her head, greying red hair swaying a little. "You're unbelievable. He and that club are no good." She fixes me with one of her motherly stares.

"Thats for me to decide." I shrug.

"Mom?" Shane appears in the doorway of his room in just his little blue plaid pajama pants.

"Hungry?" I ask him. There's a knock on the door, interrupting his answer.

"Can I?" He asks me. I nod. Only one other person.

Shank's boots are heard as he makes his way to the kitchen, following his mini me. "You need to stop letting him answer the door. Never know who's on the other side." He totally ignores my mom. Well, good morning to you too.

"Need? Great, now you have a man telling you what to do." Mom rolls her eyes. She's never been keen on being told what to do. Male or female.

Shank sets his ever lasting glare on my mom. "He's right." I pipe up before they start fighting.

"Of course." Mom mutters before getting up and grabbing her purse. "I'm leaving." She announces like it's not obvious.

"Ok." I shrug and watch as she leaves through the kitchen and into the living room. I hear the front door open and slam. It's ok, the doors used to it at this point.

"Shank, do you want some of mom's pancakes, they're really good." Shane climbs into one of the high stools next to where Shank stands. He looks at his son, then me, then back to Shane before shrugging his broad shoulders and sitting next to his son. I smile at the sight of them side by side. Its like comparing a baby picture to a graduation photo.

I turn and get a large bowl from under the cupboard and reach for the mix on a high shelf. Even on my tippy toes, I don't reach. "I got it, mom." Shane climbs on the counter beside me. I laugh as I hold the monkey steady. My little helper.

Turning back around, I catch Shanks eyes rising from where my ass was a second ago to my face, a smug grin making its way on his face. "How old are you, buddy?" He turns to where Shane has returned to his seat beside him.

"Almost 7. I'll be in second grade when school starts up again. I started school early." Shane smiles proudly.

"And you're good in school?" Shank asks. My son nods.