142 - Hurricane Sid

*Grandbabies. That’s practically a foolproof excuse with mom. – Charlotte*

Camille kissed Mitch on the top of his head and gave a soft-spoken warning before turning him around, “Fair warning, it’s hurricane season.”

Sid cupped Mitch’s face between her slim hands and beamed at the youngest, “And this must be my little Mitch!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said through his smished cheeks and lips.

“Moeder,” Camille rolled her eyes, “he’s not a baby.”

“All my grandbabies are my babies,” Sid declared as she moved her hands down to his shoulders.”

Camille rubbed a knuckle on the bridge of her nose and gave her mom a small smile, “Nagels.”

Her mother looked at her oddly and then trailed her hands down the boy’s arms and grasped his hands. The bright smile that had been there just seconds ago, fell as Oma Sid lifted his hands for her to look at his nails.

Camille bit back the smile as Sid read her the riot act in Dutch. She pulled her youngest new grandson to her and berated her daughter for being such a horrible mom. Holding her hand out, Camille handed over the Jeep keys and tried her hardest not to laugh at her mother.

As Sid walked Mitch to the door, still railing at her daughter, Camille made a quick comment, “*Moeder, neem Nicki ook mee*.”

Moving as fast as a hurricane changing course, she moved over and grabbed Nicki’s arm. With a strong arm wrapped around Mitch, she guided the two siblings outside to her daughter’s Jeep. The entire clubhouse was silent as they stared at Camille.

Her siblings were grinning because it was obvious to them that the youngest had played their mother like a fine-tuned fiddle. The other Saints that were there could tell that she had pulled one over on Sid, but understanding everything that had been said, they were not certain about the details.

The Cajuns, meanwhile, were all getting angry at her. She had been the one to threaten them if anyone picked on Mitch for him having his nails done. And here she was, antagonizing her mother.

“Right then,” Camille rubbed her hands together. “Two down and one… hey dad,” she smiled broadly at Trigg. “Did Vin tell you that he got his motorcycle license?”

“Did you, now?” he grinned at Vin and then slowly turned to look at his youngest as she was trying to push her husband towards the hallway. “What are you up to, little girl?”

“Mom’s going to take then to get their nails done, if Nicki is smart she’ll mention shopping, you’re going to take Vin and go look at bikes.”

“And you?” Trigg asked.

Giving up on moving Darkness, she sighed and dropped her hands, “If this big idiot would get on board with the plan, I’m going to take him upstairs and show him how grandbabies are made.”

Trigg nodded and flung an arm around Vin’s shoulders which were just a few inches above his own, “Works for me.”

“So, she’s going to take them to get their nails done?” Darkness asked his wife.

“You were standing right there when she told me I sucked as a mother because I hadn’t taken him to get his nails done. And I told her to take Nicki and -.”

“In Dutch,” Darkness cut her off.

“No….” she cocked her head in thought. “Did I really?” he nodded at her, and she turned around and looked at her brothers that were still chuckling at her. “Did I really?”

“Trust me,” Chowder told her. “You did.”

“Oh, well, shit,” her shoulders slumped as the front door flew open and Sid stomped over and grabbed Camille by her ear.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Fuck woman! That hurts!”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to go get your nails done,” her mother said dragging her across the room to the door.

“But damn it, I want to get laid!” Camille objected. “You know, the process that will lead you to having more grandbabies?”

Mere steps from the door, they stopped, and Sid released her daughter’s ear, and her hand lifted to her now tender ear.

“Are you actually going to try to get pregnant?”

“Well, no,” Camille scoffed as she rubbed her ear. “I still have a year of school left.” She smiled at her mom, “But I figured we could practice.”

“Notch D into Slot C, remove and repeat,” making an open fist, Sid drove her middle finger in and out of the center of her fist and slowly removed it before picking up the speed and pumping her finger in and out of the fist. “A lot.”

“Great, I’ll go practice,” Camille turned and headed back towards the hall doorway where Darkness still stood.

Sid grabbed the opposite ear and started dragging her daughter back towards the door.

“Amos!” Camille pleaded while her mother was pulling her through the open front door.

Turning as much as she could, she looked at her husband. He cocked a dark eyebrow at her and held up a single finger. “One.”

“Damn it,” she muttered as she willingly followed her mom out the door and to the Jeep.

“Do you have a place that you usually take them?” Sid asked as she let go of the ear and moved to the passenger door.

“Yeah, it’s over by the college,” Camille opened the driver’s side door and slid behind the wheel.

“I’m sorry,” Mitch wailed between sobs from the back seat.

Camille turned to look in the back seat, she saw the youngest of her kids being comforted by his sister.

“That’s why you’re going with us,” Sid said harshly.

Shaking her head, Camille got back out and walked around to the back passenger door. Opening it, she pulled the upset child into a tight hug. She kissed the top of his head and then laid her cheek on top of the short curly hair.

“No, zoon, I’m sorry,” Camille said as a tear slipped out of her eye. “I did not realize that we were speaking Dutch. I thought that you understood when Oma was telling me that I was a bad mom.”

“Because I have my nails done?” he asked quietly.

Shifting, she pressed another kiss to his hair, “No, sweetheart. She was telling me that I was horrible because I had *not* taken you to get your nails filled.”

He sniffled and rubbed his nose against her gray T-shirt, “I get the dip. They put a new set on, they don’t fill them.”

She chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “And that shows you exactly how much I know about this stuff. But I’m learning, slowly, obviously.” She held her hand out for Nicki and the girl slipped her darker hand in it, “But I’m learning because that’s what you two like.”

Nicki looked at Sid who was looking over the front seat at them, “Is that really what you told her?”

Sid nodded and she gave a small smile, “Yes, and until you asked me to repeat what I had said, but in English, I did not realize that I had been speaking in Dutch. I do it automatically when I get excited.”