Braxton

 

I pull my phone from my pocket still seething at the nerve of those assholes. I brush my finger over the screen to bring it to life, then I scroll down until I see Law’s name. I press the call button and wait for him to answer.

“Axe, my man, what can I do for you today?”

“I need your help man, Caraleigh’s dead husband's parents showed up here and were complete assholes, they made some threats, legal and otherwise.”

“Lay it on me,” he tells me and so I do. I tell him from the second they left the room until the moment the stupid cow dragged her husband from the room.

“Tell me, do they have a leg to stand on here?” I ask him desperately hoping for the answer I want.

“I don’t see how they’d have any, let me look into them and see if they have any skeletons in their closet and I’ll get back with you. And can you get Cara to get me a copy of his will? Don’t worry, Braxton, I won’t let these dipshits take Luca from you and Cara.”

“Appreciate that man, anything you can do to end this before it begins would mean the world to Cara and myself. I’ll get with her to get that copy for you as well. I don’t want this touching her or Luca any more than it already has, if you get my drift.”

“I get you, man, let me get off here so I can get to work on it. I will make this my top priority, that’s a promise.” We end the call, but I get in touch with both Twisted and Hatchet, and let them know of the morning’s activities. I also want them watching for any outsiders coming around and asking questions. I will protect Cara and Luca with all that I am, and I will use any arsenal I have in my pocket to do so.

 

 

Four hours later, we finally make it home from the hospital. We have Luca’s prescriptions in hand and he even has a wheelchair and crutches to accommodate him at school and home. I lay him on the couch so that he will be more comfortable than being held in my arms.

“Braxton, we can’t be lugging him up and down those stairs, and he’s not steady enough on his feet to do it all on his own. I guess we need to get him a bed made on the couch and bring down some of his stuff,” Cara says to me, while chewing on her bottom lip. I notice she does this when lost in thought or if she’s nervous about something.

“I have a better idea,” I tell her. “What if we pull his bed down here along with some of his belongings and set him up in that corner over there,” I say pointing to the one corner in the living room that isn’t occupied by much. We can move her desk over and make plenty of room for him, so he still has his own little space.

“That would definitely make things easier for taking care of him, I could bed down at night on the couch, so I’ll be close by.”

“Or, we could get a monitor so you can hear him, you still need to get a good night's sleep to be any good to him, sweetheart.” I don’t like the idea of my woman sleeping on a couch.

“I’ll need to contact the school so we can make sure they’re prepared for him and the extra help he’ll need. The doctor said he’ll need to use the wheelchair at first, so someone will need to push him through the halls. Maybe I should just keep him home for a bit?”

“I think keeping him home for a couple of days is a good idea, plus it will give us time to go up to the school. Something needs to change, that accident should’ve never happened,” I tell her.

“I agree, and I feel so guilty. I noticed his first week how unorganized and how short-staffed they were for watching the kids. I should’ve said something, made some demands, something.”

“You can’t put this on your shoulders, beautiful, as parents we trust the school to take care of our kids, it’s their job to keep them safe while in their care. This is all on them, but there needs to be some demands made and compensation for their stupidity.”

“I don’t want any money from them, Braxton, I just don’t want this to happen to someone else’s child.” My sweet, beautiful woman, always thinking of others.

“I didn’t mean money sweetheart, but we’re going to have Law pursue that for Luca’s sake. We can put it up for his college fund or a bike fund.”

“Um, just saying, Graham left me with enough that I never have to work again, and also set up a college fund up for Luca. And as far as that bike goes...that’s a no-go.”

“Well, he’s going to get that other money, so maybe you let what he got from Graham grow and put this aside to take care of whatever else he might need. And, just saying, once I adopt him, he becomes the oldest son and my successor to the club so yeah, there’s gonna be a bike in his future. Now, let’s get you and Luca something to eat, you two must be starving.”

“I’s is, Daddy,” Luca says. Every time he’s called me daddy I feel my heart beat a little faster.

“Let me go grab Lily from Nan and I’ll be right back and get my family fed.”

“Yay! I wanna see my sister.” This kid!