Biker Girl

016

I was up and down all night with Avon last night; every time mom or Sadie offered to help, I declined. I want to take care of my son, I need to learn this mothering thing. It seems to come naturally to me.

I dress Avon in some white pants, a gray hoodie, and white booties. I dress myself before carrying him into the living room. Mom smiles at Avon and she takes him.

"Go eat." Mom demands. "I'll feed Avon."

I nod, and go to the kitchen. Making myself some eggs, I listen to mom talk to Avon about the biker family. Yugo is in Rochester, and I get to see him for the first time since I was two months pregnant.

"Let's go." I say, grabbing Avon- finished eating.

I sit in the back with Avon, mom and dad are in the front of my hummer. Sadie is on the other side of Avon's car seat, talking his baby ears off about Santiago.
-
"There he is!" Colby coos, grabbing Avon. "Hey buddy. I'm uncle Colby, and the is your uncle Nik."

Nik smiles at Avon then at me. "He still looks like you."

"He's getting g his weight up, too." Colby says. "More than the day he was born."

"I know." I reply.

"Eccola! (There she is!)" Yugo's happy voice says from behind me. "Where is that baby?"

I grab Avon from Colby, and show Yugo. Yugo very carefully grabs him, and he sings an Italian lullaby as we go to the back room, where there is no alcohol and it's quiet.

"You were barely pregnant last I saw you." Yugo smiles. "Now there is a baby boy named what?"

"Avon." I reply.

"Avon." Yugo smiles. "Bellissimo."

"Thank you." I reply, watching him watch Avon. "He's almost asleep."

"I know, relax." Yugo looks at me. "I have a child. She is four, and her name is Isabelle Ann Kellis. I know what to do."

The rest of the family come in a few minutes after he tells me he has a daughter named Isabelle. Yugo carefully hands me a fussy Avon, and Rylan hands me a fully made bottle.

"Thanks."

"Gun shipping." Yugo says, sitting back. "Italy wants to ship some here, to be shipped to Brazil."

"Ricardo has spoken to me via Skype." I say. "He says he will deal, with me."

"Does he know you have a son?" Yugo asks.

"I was breast feeding in the hospital, for the first time." I reply, rolling my eyes. "Yes, Ricardo knows. He will travel here if I cannot travel to Natal."

"So?" Gavin finally speaks.

"He'll have to travel here." I shrug. "Simple as that. "Or I can Skype him." 

"Where's your computer?" Nik asks.

"Avon's diaper bag." I reply.

Nik smirks and puts my laptop in front of me. Yugo takes Avon, and I log into my Skype account. I call Ricardo.

"Hermosa!" Ricardo greets. "How's that boy?"

"He is stronger." I reply. "Want to have a meeting from this Skype call?"

"Simple and smart, I love the idea." Ricardo says. "Put me at the head of the table."

I do that. "I'm stepping out with Avon."

I grab Avon from Yugo, and I step into the bar of the clubhouse. Waylon Thatcher is drinking a glass of whiskey. Chandler's eyes widen when he sees me.

"Emery." Waylon slurs. "And a baby. You whore!"

I flinch and I just continue walking. I sit at a table furthest away from the bar, and I rock Avon, so he can take a nap for me.

"What are you doing here, Thatcher?" I ask, glaring up at the rival biker gangs leader.

"I want you dead, Emery." Waylon says, more sober than he put on.

"You have all of us." Yugo says, stepping out.

The Bloody Rose and Dusty guys come out of the back room. The Italian bikers come inside from the back of the bar. The Spanish guys come in too. Mateo stands directly in front of Avon and myself. Everybody is here, which means Waylon has already made threats towards me.

Waylon's eyes widen when he sees all of us; we have the Spanish, the Brazilians, the Italians, and two Americans. We haven't spoke much with Germany. Adal seems pretty fond with me, so we might very much have them.

Maybe not. "I have Germany's alliance."

"We have Italy, Brazil, and Spain." I say. "Three more country alliances."

Waylon eyes me. "You won't be around them forever, Emery."

Mateo looks at me and Avon, and back at everyone else here. "Well, we all saw this day coming."

"Nova and I can bring Avon to Cali...."

"No." I demand. "I can't protect him in California."

Mateo sighs, irritated. "How about you and Avon travel to Spain until it dies down some?"

"Do it," Dad says. "Avon will be taken care of. You'll be safe, and far away from Waylon."

I look around at everyone, they are all nodding in agreement- even Rylan. "Okay."

Mateo carries Avon to his car seat, and straps him in. I sit in the back with him, Santiago sits in the front with Mateo, and Sofia sits on the other side of Avon's car seat. This will be Avon's first plane ride, to Barcelona, Spain.