Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche

So Smooth And Casually

"When's she gonna be here?" I groaned. "I wanna meet your daughter."
"Yeah, so do I." Ronnie sighed and laid on the floor.
"You know, time would probably pass by faster if you guys actually did something." Max pointed out.
"Wanna go hang with my band?"
"Yeah, sure." I pushed myself off of the couch and stood up. "Will you be okay with Violet?"
Max looked at our daughter crawling on the floor. "Yeah. Of course."
"Okay." I kissed him. "Bye, babe."
"Bye. Don't get into any trouble." Max was a little bit sad after he was hospitalized and sent to rehab, but once he finished withdrawal and the cravings stopped, I knew he'd be better.
I grabbed a coat and pulled Ronnie off of the floor. "Motorcycle or car?" He asked.
"Ugh. My car is a mess. Let's take the motorcycle."
Ronnie tossed me the helmet. "I'll be fine, wear it."
I caught it and put it on, sitting behind him. "Remember when you bought this and Dad freaked?"
"Yeah. And he told you to never ride with me."
"Hm, well, it's too late now. I'd ride all the time." I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"And you stopped once you started dating Max the second time."
"Actually, I stopped when you went to prison. I never touched your motorcycle, just your car."
"You crashed it."
"Shut the fuck up." I let go of him for a second to punch him in the shoulder.
"Ow, fuck! What was that for?"
"We never talk about that."
He groaned and sped off. His hair flew into my face and I laughed. He muttered something that I couldn't hear. "What?" I asked.
"Stop laughing at me!" He took his hand off of the accelerator for just a second to flip me off.
I laughed again. "Fucker."
We drove the rest of the way to Ryan's house. Ronnie pushed me off of the motorcycle. "You've lost motorcycle privileges."
"How am I gonna get back to my daughter?"
"I dunno. Jacky could drive you." He ran his hands through his hair.
"Fuck you."
"You wish, darling."
I rolled my eyes and went into Ryan's house. "Hey, guys!"
"Oh God, Ronnie's here." I heard.
I walked into the kitchen, where the band was hanging out. "Sadly."
Derek laughed. "Believe me, we're sad about it too."
"Shut up." Ronnie said, hopping onto the counter.
"No."
"Wanna fight?"
Derek hid behind me. "Nope."
I protected him. "You wouldn't hurt sweet, innocent Derek, would you?"
"Yes, I would." Ronnie rolled his eyes. "But you have a daughter to go back to, or whatever."
"Your goddaughter? Hm. Yeah, I should probably get back to her eventually."
"Eventually."
"Ash. I'm so glad you're not like one of those girls that just becomes all lame and shit after she has her kid." Ryan said, sliding me a shot of vodka.
I took it. "I mean, Violet just rolled over-"
"Stop."
I laughed. "Sure. I'll never be lame, believe me."
"Yeah, we know." Ronnie groaned again.
"Shut up. Before you know it, I'll be dead and you'll regret not being nicer to me."
"Nah."
"Yeah you will." Jacky muttered.
Ronnie's phone rang and he answered it. "Hey. What....? Are you serious? A month still... Yeah.... Holy shit, okay... I'm on my way... Fuck, okay... I'll be there soon."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Chrissy's in labor, come on." He grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.
"Bye!" I yelled.
We hopped on the motorcycle, and we were off to see Ronnie's daughter.