Catalyst (Holy Rebel MC 3)

Chapter 3

"Hello?" I answer my phone after its rang for the fifth time. My grogginess almost causes me to drop it in my small wired trash can.

"Shes about to start pushing if you guys wanna come." Dads says in a sarcastic tone. Like we actually have a choice in being there when the baby is born. Even if we did, I'd still be there. I'm about to have a little brother or sister. Its exciting!

I try to sit up in bed but end up being slammed back down into the matress. Ashes arm is wrapped tightly around my stomach. He grins when I look over at him. His  eyes aren't even open. Why is he even in my bed? Why is he shirtless?

"Clairissa!" Dad snaps.

"I'm coming!" I hang up the phone then thump Ashe on the back of his head. That's right guys, a Gibbs smack.

"Although I'm sure you don't hear this often, get the hell out of my bed! Your mom is fixing to start pushing." I thump him again when he doesn't move.

"If You didn't want me in your bed, then why did you invite me?" He muffles in my pillow, his arm still around my waist.

"I didn't invite you. You invited yourself. To my bed and my weed." I recall him snatching my blunt back after recovering from his blue balls.

He just chuckles. Grabbing his arm, I remove it from me and get out of bed to slip into my flip flops and grab my keys. Ashe is still laying in bed. So I take the time to admire his body.

He has a full back tattoo of an Angel falling put of the sky during a thunderstorm, maybe even a hurricane. There's loose feathers astray as the naked angel reaches up, back towards heaven with a look of total agony on his face. His withered wings start off as white at their tops, but fade into black where they start to lose feathers. Then I get it.

Holy Rebel.

Fallen angels.

"Get your tush up or I'll tell my daddy you were in my bed. 'Daddy, he touched me down there.'" I tease him, suddenly needing him to get up.

This gets a reaction from him and he turns as he starts to sit up. "You're seriously fucked up, Claire." He gapes at me. I just grin.

"Is that your only tattoo?" I ask as he throws his shirt back on and grabs his cut from the back of my computer chair, the chair swivles.

"I'll show you mine if you show me all of yours." He winks as he passes me on his way out my door to his room across the hall.

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Dad comes out cradling a tiny human wrapped in a little pink blanket. A huge smile spreads across his face as we swarm him. I cradle her to my chest, taking her right out of Dad's arms.

"Stop being so fucking stingy!" Ashe hovers over my shoulder to watch her sleep too. Shes so precious and small. Which doesn't make sense why she needed all that room in Daisey's belly.

"Kiss my tush!" I retort, smiling down at the little baby.

"Knock it the fuck off, you two!" Dad scolds quietly. I glare at Ashe but he just glares right back.

"Another girl? You're gonna go bald." Ed slaps dads back with a shit eating grin.

"You gonna keep trying till you get a son to take your place, you dusty ass old fart?" Panik glances over at my sister.

"I already have a son, you shit for fucking brains." Dad glares at Panik.

"Damn, you and Prez get so touchy." Panik backs away with his arms raised in surrender. Lynol?