“Can I do the honors?” I asked hopefully, but Maccon shot me down straightaway.
“This is Wyatt’s and you know it.”
I spun on my heels to see Wyatt’s chest puffed out.
“With pleasure,” he said with a snicker.
It was nice to see a spine starting to grow. I’d known all along he had it in him, and it was about damn time he manned up.
Grabbing the soldering iron from the back wall, Wyatt sparked it up.
“Bring him to me.”
Chapter 5
Raven
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” I asked, helping Emma put her very first backpack on.
She bit her lip as tears started to fall down her plump cheeks. “I don’t want to go to school. I’m scared.”
“Aw, come on, now, pipsqueak. School is awesome,” Wyatt sang out, lifting his niece into his muscular arms.
“Don’t make me go!” she cried, burying her tiny face in the nape of his neck.
“Baby, I promise you’re going to love it and make so many new friends.” I tried my best to comfort my daughter, getting up on my tiptoes to be eye to eye with her as my brother carried her to my beat-up sedan.
Wyatt buckled her in before turning to me. “I cannot believe she is growing up so fast.”
I peeked over at my hysterical daughter in the back seat. “Too fast, dude. Too fucking fast.”
“You sure you don’t want me to go with you guys?” Wyatt put his hand on my cheek, seeing my heart breaking.
I let out a sigh. “You have work. I got this.”
“Call if you need anything,” he hollered over his shoulder as he made his way over to his bike.
“Will do.” I waved goodbye to my brother while sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Mommy?” Emma blubbered from behind me.
“Yes, baby?” I looked back at her red eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Is Daddy going to be there too?”
If my heart hadn’t already been breaking, it sure as shit was right then.
“He had to go away for a few days for work, but we can call him on the way if that would make you feel better.”
“Yes, please.” She sniffed pitifully.
I put the phone on speaker and listened to it ring and ring, eventually getting his voicemail. I slapped the screen of my phone harder than necessary.
“Sorry, baby. We’ll talk to him later.”
Piece of shit.
“Okay, Mommy.”