It’s Friday night and I can’t wait to get this time away with my woman. “Claree, is this the last of our bags?” I holler out, hoping that it is, we’re going away for a weekend and I swear she’s packed for a month...at the very least. Why does she need so much shit anyways? My plans involve minimal if any clothing!

“Yeah, that’s the last of it,” she calls out.

“I’m loading this bag, then it’s time to hit the road, woman!” I shake my head as I pick up bag number five and head out the door. I get it placed in the bed of the truck, then turn around ready to call for her again, and see her walking out the door with Steel in her arms.

“Daddy!” He hollers out when he sees me, “I’s goin fishing with Grampy Chief!”

“Grampy Chief is going to be so excited!” I excitedly join him in his enthusiasm. “Where is your bag, little man?”

“It was the smaller bag you already brought out,” Claree informs me. Well, at least she’s down to four bags now instead of five. I’m sure my clothes are packed in one of those with hers as well. I did lay them all out on the bed before I left with Steel earlier today to take him shopping for his own fishing pole and tackle box. I can’t wait to see Chief’s face when he looks at what I found. Our boy is hooked on Cars, so I found a ‘Lighting Queen’ fishing pole and ‘Mater’ tackle box.

“You did pack my clothes too, right?” I inquire, just wanting to make sure that I have something to wear home, I don’t plan to wear much in the way of clothing over the weekend.

“Yes, Talon,” she says, rolling her eyes at me.

“Keep on rolling those eyes at me, baby, and I’ll make them roll in a completely different way,” I tease.

“I’m counting on it,” she whispers, coming up next to me and kissing my jaw. She’s so short next to me, it’s the only place she can reach without me bending over.

I smack her on the ass and grab Steel, swinging him up in my arms. “Gonna miss you this weekend, buddy. You be a good boy for Grandpa and Grandma, okay?”

“I is always a good boy, Daddy!” he exclaims.

“You’re right, you are, buddy. But what kind of dad would I be if I didn’t remind you to mind your elders and mind your manners.”

“If I is good, do I get a surprise?” he asks.

“Maybe, I don’t know. You’ve got new fishing equipment, remember?”

“That was for Grampy’s house, not here!” Huh, the logic of a three-year-old. Gets me all the time.

“We’ll see, Steel. I don’t know all the plans your daddy and I have this weekend yet,” Claree states. “Let’s get you buckled up so we can go.”

The drive is quick and before I know it, we’re pulling into their driveway. I grab Steel while Claree gets his bag. “Don’t forget my pole, Mama!”

“I won’t, baby boy,” she calls back, and I laugh once again at his enthusiasm.

“Not funny, Daddy! I needs my stuff!”

“Not laughing at you, buddy, and yes, you do need your stuff so you can catch more fish than your Grampy.” He raises his hand to high five me. I accommodate his wishes and raise my hand so he can slap it. He’s pretty strong for his age and I feel the sting from where he hit. “Owe!” I call out, causing him to laugh in his little boy manner. “You’re eating too many vegetables, look how strong you are now. Maybe we need to stop feeding you all that good stuff, otherwise you’ll be stronger than your daddy, huh?”

“Nope, I need to eat good so I can get big and strongers,” he admonishes me. His eyes narrow at me showing me how serious he is. Before I can say anything, Chief walks up to us.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chief says, walking up. He immediately grabs Steel, leaving me holding nothing. Reaching back into the truck, I get the child-sized fishing pole and tackle box and that sets Steel off.

“Grampy Chief! Looks! I has Lightning Queen and Mater,” he exclaims, patting Chief’s shoulders as he talks. “I is ready to go fishing!”

“You get him any boots?” Chief asks. Boots? Why the fuck does he need boots?

“Nope, didn’t know he’d need them.”

“Good thing I got him a pair then.”

“Wait, why does he need boots?”

“Well, technically, they’re waders, but it’s so we can fish on the river’s edge. Got him a life jacket too, so y’all don’t have to worry.”

“Schooled again by the old man,” Claree says, walking past me and bumping my hip with her own.

“Watch who you’re calling old, little girl,” Chief growls at my girl causing her to laugh at him and rush up towards the front door.

“Woman!” I mock-growl, “you’re gonna get it if you keep it up!”

“Promises, promises,” she taunts now that she’s on the front porch where Trinity is waiting.

“Steel!” Cora calls out. “Come play with me!”

“I don’t wants to play dolls or have tea this time, Cora!” he hollers back. He begins wiggling to be let down out of his Grampy’s arms. “I don’t likes tea!”

“Steel Hatchet! You love tea!” Claree states.

“Not the kind her makes, mama, it was awful!”

“This could be because she used half a bag of sugar,” Trinity says. “I turned my back for half a second and she had dumped it into the pitcher. And he’s right, it was awful.”

“See, I told you,” he says, turning around and glaring at his mother. “Awful! I spit it out everywheres. I’m glad you’s don’t make tea like that, Mama.”

“Mommy made it this time, Steel. I promise it’s better.”

“Can we have grape Kool-Aid instead?” he asks his aunt. Seems kind of funny because she’s only a few years older than him, but then again, the age range for all the kids in the club is all over the place. I grin, thinking about the addition that’s coming along in a little more than five months now. Then, remembering what Claree said about having a girl, my grin fades.

“Chief, your daughter is praying for a girl,” I tell him.

“Fuck no! I’m getting too old for this shit and have two more girls here at home to survive.”

“What do you mean ‘survive’?” Trinity asks.

“Let’s see, Shelby is dating, Cora is nearly nine going on thirty and then there’s you, woman,” he replies.

“Me?” she questions.

“Yep. You’re still keeping me on my toes all these years later.”

Fuck. He better not be talking about anything other than her shopping or I may puke.

“Someone has to keep you on your toes, Turk Dennison,” she says.

“Glad it’s you, sweetness,” he states, leaning in and kissing her. And... now I need bleach.

“Grampy! Why is you kissing Grammy like that?” Steel asks.

“Don’t worry about it, Steel, they do that all the time,” Cora responds.

“So does Mama and Daddy! Is disgusting. I am never kissing a girl,” he informs her.

“Thinking he’ll change his mind in about twelve or so years,” Chief mutters. “Fuck, then I gotta worry about becoming a great-grandparent!”

“Stop pushing time away, Turk! You act like you’ve got one foot in the grave and one on a banana peel for heaven’s sakes!”

“Woman, my kids keep going the way they are, and these two,” he says pointing at me and Claree, “keep giving me grandkids, I might as well have one foot in the grave.”

“I’ve got a way to resuscitate you,” she replies, grinning up at him. Fuck, now she’s trying to make me puke!

“Can y’all um, I don’t know, cool it?” Claree asks. “The kids are too young for your nonsense.”

Chief looks pointedly at her small baby bump and says, “And how did that one come along? Immaculate conception or something?”

At his comment, Trinity and Claree burst into laughter. “I’ve been saying that very thing all along, honey,” she states. “No one’s buying it from me, but you’re a badass biker so maybe you’ll be more successful.”

“What are you going on about now?” he asks her, so we then explain about lunch and Claree tells him all about their trip to the beauty salon.

“You did not tell our president she deflated your hard-on, right?” the last part Chief growls out at me.

“Maybe?” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Don’t think I used those exact words, though.”

“Fuck. You know you’re gonna catch hell at the next church, right? Especially if Smokey and Bandit hear the story.”

I groan because those two, despite being older, love to cause havoc and play practical jokes. I can just see it now, they’ll have one of those ‘supplements’ sent to me or some shit. “You better not let them send me any shit,” I growl out in return. “Don’t need anything but your daughter to get my motor running.”

“Oh, now it’s on! I’m going to tell everyone I see about your lack of use,” Chief rubs his hands together and has a sinister smile on his face. I narrow my eyes on him and give him my best death glare, which doesn't faze him at all.

“Can we find another subject? Please?” Claree questions, her face beet red.

“Turk! You’re embarrassing your daughter! Knock it off right now. I’m sure everything works just fine,” Trinity says, blushing.

“Oh, that it does,” I say rubbing Claree’s belly. “Works just fine, and your daughter enjoys every minute of it.”

“You sure don’t mind taking your life in your own hands, do you, boy?”

“I’ve got your boy right here,” I tell him, cocking my hips in his direction.

“I’m cursing you to a girl, I am going to pray to the gods that you have nothing but girls from here on out. I’ll call my parents and grandmother and have them curse you as well,” he proudly states.

“Mom, do you wanna go to the cabin?” Claree asks.

“What? Why?” I question.

“Because,” she angrily states, “your manhood won’t be working anyways if you keep running your damn mouth!” I cover my junk at her statement. Women should not threaten to take away our dick and its prowess. That’s just rude and not right.

“C’mon, baby, you ready to go?” I ask.

“Been ready, Talon,” she responds. Great, now I’ve gotta improve her mood if I want a snowball’s chance in hell of getting inside her this weekend.

We pass off Steel and all of his belongings then I escort her out to the truck and help her up. She still suffers from stiffness from time to time and has a hard time climbing up on her own. When I get her up, I pinch her ass causing her to squeal out from the suddenness of the act.

“Still as sexy as ever,” I say to her.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she winks at me. And just like that, her good mood is back, and I can’t wait to play and flirt on our two-hour journey to the cabin.

I must’ve fallen asleep in the truck on the way up here. I wake up when I hear the door open and Talon leans over me and unbuckles my seat belt. “Shh, sleep baby, I’ve got you,” he says, pulling me into his arms and out of the truck. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head against his shoulder. I feel him open the front door and carry me inside.

I come awake long enough to say, “Talon, you need to be careful,” I say as he gets us inside the cabin and walks over to the couch, where he gently sits me down.

“Baby, you’ll never be too heavy for me to carry,” he states, leaning in for a quick but hot kiss. “Let me get our bags and then we can check this place out together, okay?”

Now, I find that I’m wide awake and anticipating some much-needed bedroom time with my man. It’s been so fucking long and while we’re still working through stuff, we’ve gotten a lot of the harder things out of the way. I kinda like our current bedtime routine once we get Steel down for the night. We curl up on the couch and talk about our days and anything that we want to deal with before we head to bed. As he told me when I asked why we didn’t just do that in bed, he wanted to make sure the air was clear before we hit the sheets. Even though nothing’s been happening between those sheets, I like how we’re dealing with stuff now.

I lay my head back on the couch and watch the front door like a hawk with my eyes trained on my prey. My man is usually the one who makes the first move, but a girl has needs, and tonight, he’ll barely make it through that door before I’m on him like white on rice! I’m sure, knowing Talon, he has some kind of game plan for the weekend, and I’m all for him taking charge in the bedroom, but this weekend, I’m gonna be directing a few of those plays. That’s for damn sure. If he only knew what I had on underneath my clothes he’d be speechless. An idea comes to my head and I rush around the cabin to find the bathroom.

I do love surprising my man! Hehehehe, I laugh inside of my head at where my devious thoughts have gone. I can’t wait for his tongue to hang out of his mouth as his jaw drops to the ground. We’ll see who is keeping who on their toes. I look at myself in the mirror, seems like Deja Vu, I’ve been here before, a long time ago on prom night. I quickly strip out of my clothing and fluff up my hair to give it back some life since I fell asleep on the right side of my head and it’s smashed to the side of my face some. Is that drool on the side of my face? How flipping embarrassing! I turn on the sink and wash my face so that it’s clean of all make up and, uck...drool.

I hear him calling my name, I take one last look in the mirror and am impressed with what I’ve been able to accomplish without the normal tools I use.