Follow Your Dreams - An MC Story

Chapter 15

Finally arriving at Vance's home, I've forgotten how much I hate driving alone without another adult in the vehicle; especially in Los Angeles traffic. Cutting the engine with a loud sight as I glance at my boys through the rearview mirror, finding them still asleep; we left home at 10 a.m., stopped at a fast food place for breakfast, lunch and dinner and bathroom breaks. Once the boys fell asleep for the night around 10 p.m. I drove the last four and a half hours without stopping.

I'm exhausted yet thankful to be done driving and I'm sure the boys will be too; climbing out of my Jeep to stretch and enjoy the moment when Vance exits his home with a huge grin toward me; engulfing me in a tight hug that I gratefully accept despite talking to him at our last stop when I told him I was driving straight through.

"Nice to see you little brother," he sighs into my ear. "The boys too, how was the drive down?"

"Good but long; just glad to be here finally, as I'm sure they will be too," I giggle.

"Let's get you and them inside then, huh?" Vance suggests with a growing smile.

After grabbing our bags, Vance carries Tyler as I carry Tristan since he is a light sleeper, inside his cozy yet moderately sized home to lay them in the spare bedroom that the three of us are going to be staying in.

Walking inside the room, I suddenly stop when I catch sight of a brand new looking crib that is placed against the wall on one side of the bed furthest from the door; "What's this?"

"I, ah, went and bought a crib to make your stay here more comfortable," he blushes hard as he scratches the back of his neck as he lies Tyler in the middle of the bed he will be sharing with me.

"Thank you, Van, although you didn't have too, I brought his pack and play; which is still in the back of the Jeep," I thank as I straighten from placing Tristan in the crib to hug the older man tightly.

"Why don't you head to bed and tomorrow and Saturday, we'll spend together before everyone arrives on Sunday night?" he suggests still looking sheepish.

"Sounds great, goodnight Vance and thanks again," I say hugging him again before he leaves and I change before cuddling with Tyler in bed and fall fast asleep.

Tristan wakes me at 8 a.m. so I climb carefully out of bed since Tyler is still sleeping to pick my baby boy from the crib; which was easy to do since he's standing and holding onto the side as he hollers rather loudly; "Pa!"

"Morning Tristan, did you sleep well?" I ask kissing his cheek before lying him on his back on top of the bed to change his dirty diaper and snapping his jammies back on him.

He babbles at me in response, so I'm assuming that he slept good as he crawls on top of the bed over to Tyler; whom Tristan immediately snuggles into; cooing at my sweet boys as I quickly grab my phone off the night stand after unplugging it to snap several pics of them before lying back down with them to snuggle with them.

At some point Tristan and I fall back asleep and I'm brought out of my slumber by Vance knocking on the door before he comes inside the bedroom; his eyes soften at the sight of the three of us lying in the bed together. He whispers; "Hey, sorry that I woke you, are you hungry?"

"It is fine, I promise; yeah but let me wake the boys and then I'll cook us all some breakfast."

"You're not cooking, I'm cooking and you won't argue," he counters seriously; yet kindly.

"Fine, I guess," I grumble before gently brushing the hair from Tyler's face as I say; "Tyler baby, it's time to wake up so we can spend time with uncle Van."

After a few times of doing this his eyes finally blink open, sleepily as he gives me a smile; "Mornin' papa."

"Morning my Ty-Ty. Why don't you say good morning to uncle Van?" I ask him softly.