Page 58 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
But, the longer we waited, the more nervous he became.
“What if she doesn’t like me being her father?” Tanner asked.
I snickered. “It takes more than DNA to be a father. That’ll take baby steps. Right now, your only concern should be getting her into your good graces.”
He peeked over at me. “How do you know all of this shit?”
I shrugged. “I read a lot in my spare time.”
He blinked. “You read?”
“Just like I know you watch trashy reality television on your days off.”
His face fell. “That’s supposed to be a secret.”
I grinned. “And it’s one I’ll take with me to my grave. Just like you will. Right?”
He nodded. “Right, right.”
“Tanner?” a small voice asked.
We whipped our heads in front of us and I saw a thin, lanky, beautiful little girl standing there. She had Tanner’s eyes, and she definitely had his defined jawline. In fact, she looked a hell of a lot like Tanner, and I took a few steps off to the side to give them their moment.
“Yes, Chey?” he asked as he crouched down to be eye level with her.
The girl looked back up at Summer and she nodded, encouraging the little girl to speak. And when she did, I knew things would be just fine.
“Are you really my dad? Mom tells me you’re my father, and I’ve always wanted to meet him.”
Tanner took her hands in his. “Yes, I’m your dad.”
Cheyenne swallowed hard. “Does that mean we can hang out more?”
“That depends completely on you, Chey. If you want to hang out, we most certainly can. I don’t want to do anything that’ll--mmph!”
Cheyenne wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and almost took him to the ground with the force of her hug. I smiled as Summer’s eyes watered over, and I chuckled as Tanner and Chey fell to the ground. He caught her on top of him as she started rattling off all sorts of questions. And as quickly as she rattled them off, Tanner answered them.
“How old are you?”
“29.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Red.”
“Are you allergic to anything?”
“Season changes. You?”
She shook her head. “Do you live around here? Can I see your place one day?”
“Yes, I do; and of course, you can.”
Sloane walked up next to me and placed her hand in mine. I looked over at her and my breath was taken away. The way the sunlight played off her hair made her look radiant. Like an angel sent from heaven to try and redeem my scarred, darkened soul.
“Mom? Dad?” Sloane asked. “This is Finn. He’s a friend of Tanner’s.”
I watched an older couple step onto the porch while Cheyenne continued to rattle off questions. They shook my hand and smiled.
“Looks like things are going well,” Sloane’s mother said.
I nodded. “Tanner was nervous.”
She laughed. “Looks like he had nothing to be nervous about.”
I opened the door and led them to the back patio. Tanner and I had forced the rest of the club to go for a ride so that Tanner and Cheyenne could meet without everyone around. They all took their seats on the patio furniture while Sloane and I hung back in the doorway.
“Who is your favorite superhero?” Cheyenne asked.
“Ironman,” Tanner said with a laugh. “Who is yours?”
“Captain Marvel,” Cheyenne stated proudly.
“Ironman could totally beat Captain Marvel,” Tanner joked.
“He could not!” Cheyenne cried out.
Everyone started to laugh as I leaned over to Sloane and whispered in her ear.
“I think we should get out of here. You know, give them some time as a family.”
She scoffed playfully. “Hey, I’m part of this family, too.”
I winked. “I figured we could sneak away and get started on a family of our own, if you catch my drift.”
She turned to face me. “You want kids someday?”
I shrugged. “It’s always been in the back of my mind. I never really thought I could do it though, until I met you.”
And as her eyes sparkled with the bright rays of the sun, she laced her fingers with mine.
“Then, let’s get the hell out of here, big boy.”
A statement I couldn’t have expressed better myself.
