150 - Cut

*Trig and Sid are great but have an escape plan to get away. I love my Oma and Opa, but trust me, they are a lot. Like a whole fucking lot. - Colton*

With Darkness on the custom motorcycle and Vin driving the Jeep, Camille and Tink bounced back and forth as they drove almost straight through from Baton Rouge up to East Vale, stopping overnight to allow Vin to sleep for about six hours. After breakfast at the diner next to the hotel, they were back on the road by six the following morning. Stopping at an all you can eat buffet for lunch, and afterwards they took Tink so that he could run at a nearby dog park.

It was getting close to seven on the second night when they pulled into Trigg and Sid’s driveway. Sid rushed out past her daughter and straight to Vin. Camille looked at her mother with a flat look that showed she was not at all surprised.

“You know, mother, you gave birth to me,” she said dryly as she paused on her way inside for the bathroom.

Looking at her daughter like she was an idiot, Sid did jazz hands directed at Vin, “Grandbaby.”

Camille rolled her eyes and headed for the front door. “He’s a foot taller than you; he no longer qualifies as a baby.”

“Shut your mouth!” Sid commanded as she turned to hug Darkness. “Are you boys hungry?”

Darkness chuckled as he hugged his mother-in-law, “I could eat.”

Vin nodded, “Same.”

“Well, I can either whip something up, we can order something, or we can go to the Shack,” she offered as Trigg walked out with his arm around Camille. “Your bother and sister are over there now, and we have to go get them at some point.”

“Yes,” Trigg grumbled, “my baby doesn’t need to be around those assholes.”

“Dad, I grew up around those assholes,” Camille pointed out as she moved to her mother to get a hug.

“And?” he asked as he hugged Vin before shaking hands with Darkness. “I said what I said.”

After rolling her eyes, she looked at her dad with a grin, “Would you rather they hang out at *your* clubhouse?”

Triggs’ face fell and drained of color as Sid started laughing.

“Yeah,” Camille grinned, “I didn’t think so.”

“Let Priss know that we’re headed that way,” Sid suggested. She whistled for Tink, and he stopped sniffing the area around the tree in the front yard and looked over at her before going back to inspecting the tree. “Do something with your dog.”

Camille opened the backdoor to her Jeep, “Do you want to go see… Athos?”

Tink abandoned the tree, running and jumping into the backseat. Once he settled into his bed, Camille closed the door and headed back towards the house.

“Where the hell are you going?” Sid demanded.

“I still have to pee!” Camille told them as she went back inside and slammed the door behind her.

“Are you going to let her slam the door like that?” Side demanded of her husband.

Trigg laughed, “You want me to go in there and tell *your* daughter not to slam the door? Do you want to get laid later? Or like *ever* again?” he gestured to his crotch with both hands, “You know what that crazy bitch will shoot off.”

“That crazy bitch is your daughter!” Sid countered.

Darkness grabbed Vin and pulled him away from the couple, “When they get like this, it’s best to let it play out.”

“And I married her crazy ass bitch of a mother!” Trigg said before he grabbed Sid and pulled her against him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as they both smiled at each other. Leaning in, he kissed her before speaking softly and she giggled.

Camille walked back out of the house and headed towards the driver’s seat of her Jeep, “Hey, assholes, quit being disgusting outside. There are children in this neighborhood.”

“Just how the hell do you think you got here?” Sid demanded as Trigg opened the garage so that he could get his bike.

“You got railed on the back of his bike,” she opened the door and started to get behind the wheel. “You should try that with a clit ring. Come on, Vin.”

As the door closed, Vin looked at his uncle, “Does she have her,” his eyes widened and he tipped his head towards the Jeep, unable to bring himself to say clit, “pierced?”

Darkness just grinned and clapped him on his shoulder, “You better go get in the Jeep.”

Trigg busted out laughing, “That, son, is a yes.”

“Maybe I need to rife with our daughter,” Sid started to walk to the passenger side.

Trigg grabbed her and pulled her back, handing her the helmet that she preferred, “Maybe you should just go see the Trio.”

Sid grinned at her husband, “I could do that.”

Vin shuddered and made his way to the passenger door. Yanking it open, he declared, “Your mother is thinking about getting her,” he looked at her lap, “you know, pierced.”

She rolled her window down, “No sex for six weeks while it heals. You’d be better off just getting the clip.”

“They have a clip?” Vin exclaimed.

“You are so innocent,” Camille shook her head as she put the engine in gear. “That is so cute. That’s going to change.”

“I’m not innocent,” he assured her. “It’s just that, you’re like my mom now. And that’s just… weird.”

Camille laughed as she backed out of the driveway and Darkness heard her tell Vin, “Trust me, it will get weirder.”

He chuckled and pulled on his own helmet as he followed his wife over to the clubhouse that she had practically grown up at. If he had been smart, he would have ridden in the Jeep just so that he could see Vin’s reaction to the Shack. When the teen stepped out of the Jeep and looked up at the building with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

After parking, he walked with Trigg and Sid over to where Vin stood in awe.

“Just wait until he sees the inside,” Trigg chuckled.

“Take him over to the Motherhouse or the Place on a Friday night,” Sid suggested.

“You might want to work him up to that,” Darkness suggested as they reached the teen in question.

Camille leaned against the hood of her Jeep as she watched Vin with amusement.

“Holy fuck,” Vin watched two men duck under the doorframe to the clubhouse. “Are they all that big?”

“That’s Micro and his dad Tiny,” Camille shrugged. “They actually belong to my dad’s club.”

He stood in the entryway with his eyes almost popping out of his head as he looked at the large open space.

“You must be Vin,” Toad grinned at him.

“Yes, sir,” Vin nodded.

“Well, you have a new name,” he shoved a new leather cut at the teen, “you now answer to prospect.”

Toad gave Trigg a chin lift and turned to walk away.

“Oh, hell no, you fucker! You already got Camille and Ton-Ton!” Trigg objected, chasing after the other president.