141 - Saints

*We’re leaving early tomorrow, stopping in Roanoke to see your Aunt Alyssa. We’ll be down there the day after. – Sid*

As always, Sid kept everyone up to date on their travel through the group chat. It all started yesterday morning at 4:30 when she sent a picture of the group in Nessie’s Kitchen at the Shack. She knew that there would be very few Lowerys that would come because Eliza would graduate next week, and Priscilla had her baby just over a week ago.

Camille flipped over to her group chat with Priscilla and looked at her latest picture of the baby. This time she was asleep on Aramis’ chest along with his little boy. There was no doubt that she was one very spoiled baby girl. Or as her daddy phrased it – well loved.

As she was looking at the latest picture in the Musketeers Chat, a new message came in on Sid’s Street View chat. Her mom was in a swing with Claire’s little boy on her lap and Dutch’s oldest standing next to them. A message from Trigg popped up letting Camile know that they were about an hour and a half away from Baton Rouge.

*Slidell. Watching for that Cops Live TV show. Plan on making my TV debut*

She shook her head as she grinned at her dad’s antics. If they were already in Slidell then one of two things happened. The road between Roanoke, Virginia and Slidell, Louisiana shrank. Or, more likely, Trigg and his sister were at each other’s throats, and they left super early in the morning.

A new message popped up from her Aunt Alyssa and that answered her question. And created so many more. None of which she was willing to ask her aunt or father, because she did not want to be in the middle of that mess. Instead, she messaged her oldest brother.

*What are dad and Aunt A fighting about this time?

She sat her phone down on the kitchen counter and went back to putting the groceries away. As she folded up the last of the cloth bags, her phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw Dutch and a picture of him and his kids. Clicking the button, she answered the call on the speakerphone.

“Do I want to know what the fight was about? Or is it the standard argument?”

Her oldest brother chuckled from the other end of the line, “Standard.”

“You would think that after thirty plus years, nine kids, a couple dozen grandkids and *no divorces, she would get over mom and dad being married.”

There was a loud semi-truck horn in the background and Dutch swore softly. “Please, Aunt A needs a good fuck, a botte of wine and a hard toke.”

“She needs to get her panties untwisted,” Camille smiled and grabbed her phone and water bottle to head upstairs to her office.

“If she did that, the stick in her ass might fall out. Then what would the ladies of her church think?”

Camille laughed as she plopped down in her chair, “Shit, those ladies would be clutching their pearls and reaching for a vibrator.”

“HA! Most of those women probably believe their husbands when they say that the female orgasm is a myth.”

Camille laughed because she knew that he was talking about their cousin, Joseph, who had his ex-wife, Jenny, convinced that women did not have orgasms. Dutch was not one to encourage spouses cheating on each other, but after hearing that, he broke a lot of his own rules and spent the night making his cousin’s wife scream in pleasure.

While their dad and other two brothers kept Aunt A and Joseph in the living room of his house, Dutch gave the woman her first orgasms in her life. In the morning, he reappeared with a triumphant smile, and she wobbled downstairs and declared that Joseph could either start taking care of her or she would file for divorce. No one believed that she would do it until she filed the paperwork and provided pictures as proof of her own infidelity.

“Did I tell you that I heard from Jenny the other day?” she asked as she pulled up her work email. They continued to talk until he told her that they were approaching the Baton Rouge city limits. Surprised that they had talked for as long as they had, she shut down her computer as they ended the call.

When she got downstairs, she found the kids were already home. Darkness was in the front foyer going through the small stack of mail. Approaching him, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“So, my big, crazy assed family is nearly at the clubhouse.”

“Are you telling me?” he grinned as he leaned in for a kiss. “Or warning me?”

Giving a little shrug, she replied, “You’ve met them, it could be either.”

He chuckled, “Trust me, I know.” He turned and looked over his shoulder, “Are you guys ready to meet Oma and Opa?”

Vin and Nicki both answered with an enthusiastic yes while Mitch curled his fingers together and pressed them to his chest. Camille knew that he was trying to hide his nails that needed a fill. But she had a plan. One that she was not willing to share just yet.

By the time that they arrived at the clubhouse, Mitch was working himself into a panic attack. Camille pulled her youngest into a hug and again found herself wishing that he would stay little a little bit longer. In less than a year, he had grown nearly four inches.

“What’s wrong, zoon?”

“What… what if they don’t like me?”

“Oh, little baby boy of mine, your Oma is going to love you just as you are.”

“Even with my nails?”

“Without a doubt.”

“And Opa? Will he love me too?”

“Hell, yeah. Partially because he’s scared of Oma, and if he doesn’t love you, she might make him regret that decision.”

The sound of bikes entering the compound filled the air and they were still embraced when the whirlwind of Sid entered the building. She went straight to Vin first and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Oh my god! You are so handsome!” kissing his cheek she left a lipstick mark. “You’re breaking hearts, aren’t you?”

“Ummm…” he stammered unsure of what to say.

“Sid…” Trigg chuckled.

She squealed when she saw Nicki and rushed over to hug her also. “And look at how pretty you are! I love your – oh, my gosh, your hair fucking sparkles!” she lifted some of Nicki’s braids and let them slide through her fingers. “How the hell do you make your hair – is that purple?”

“It’s tinsel,” Nicki said nervously.

“I need my hair to sparkle.”

“Mom, the gray in your hair makes it sparkle,” Critter teased.

“Shut up, asshole,” Sid tossed over her shoulder.

As she turned back to Nicki, she spotted Camille holding a very nervous Mitch. After kissing her cheek, Oma Sid gently pushed the teen to the side and Chowder hugged her to him.

“Hey, darling,” Chowder grinned as he hugged his friend.