Chapter 114: Revelry
*I need to know what name you want me to train him with. – Dawg*
It was two days before school started and Athos was driving Evie home after a doctor’s appointment. She talked him into stopping by the Cookie Jar for a decaf coffee and a toasted sandwich. And a few cookies. A slice of cake. An order of fried potato slices. And a fruit salad.
Athos was laughing as he turned onto their road. Evie had the Styrofoam box of potato slices open in her lap and eating them with her good hand.
“Are you sure that we got enough for you to eat?”
“Yeah, there’s food at the house.” She said around a mouthful of food.
“Which one is hungry? Baby Ink or Baby Tank?” he asked pulling into the driveway and opening the garage door with a press of a button.
“All three of us.” She said as he parked in the garage.
“Let me help you with all this.” Athos said getting out of the car and coming around to her door. “Did you really eat all of those on the way home?” he laughed gathering up the to go bags.
“We’re hungry.” She said grabbing her coffee. “I think we have pickles.”
He was grinning as they entered the house and went down the little hallway. They sat at the kitchen island and talked while she ate her fill. She had been cleared to return to work on Wednesday and was excited to start a new year. Even if it was with only one hand.
When all of her food was gone, Athos said that he would clean up. Evie went to finish up her paper packets that were spread out across the coffee table.
He entered the living room and found her asleep. He laid her down and covered her with a blanket.
Then, being a good brother-in-law, Athos completed her packets. When her phone rang, he spoke with her mother and let her know that Evie would be starting physical therapy next week. And yes, as always, both her men would be there.
Even if it meant that they would leave work. And Athos loved driving her Corvette. Plus, he could see Michelle.
She and her brothers were now living with their grandparents. She had spent nine months in a rehab facility for depression and eating disorder. Athos had gone to see her as soon as she returned. Her grandfather was not impressed with the biker that showed up.
But Athos was a Saint. He was stubborn and loyal to a fault. By the time of the shooting, the old man was warming up to him. This was just a minor setback.
The door to the garage opened and Athos could hear boots before he could see his brother and Ink.
“Where’s-" was all that Tank got out before the younger man was motioning for silence and pointing at the couch. Smiling softly, he reached over the back of the couch and ran his knuckles down her cheek.
Ink came around the couch and sat the large pet carrier down before pulling out a Rottweiler puppy. He put the puppy on the couch next to her. Slowly, her eyes opened and she began to focus on him.
“Hello, pet.” At the name she smiled and then looked around a little confused.
“Back here, luv.” Turning she smiled at him too. The puppy whined and she turned her attention to it gasping in surprise.
“Oh!” Tank helped her sit up as Ink kept the puppy from jumping in her face. “He’s so cute!”
“We already named him. Hope you don’t mind.” Tank said as she wrapped her arm around the dog and snuggled it.
“Scruffles and Revelry have already met.” Ink added. “Scruffles had final say over which puppy we got. This is the one that he hissed the least at.”
“I would say he’s all bark.” She smiled.
“More like all meow and hiss.” Athos said as he stapled another packet.
“My syllabus.” She said looking over at the table.
“Finishing up the last of them now.” He said gathering the next packet of papers. “And your room is ready for you to set up tomorrow. As long as you don’t eat yourself into another food coma.”
“Blame that on your nephews.” She blushed. “Are there any cookies left?”
“You ate the entire box.” Athos chuckled. “But you missed the cake. And there are potatoes washed, cut and ready to be fried.”
“You’ll make a great wife someday.” Tank teased his brother.
Stapling the last packet of papers, he grinned at the trio. “Speaking of which, I’m going to go see Michelle.”
“Are you going to be home for dinner?” Evie asked petting the puppy.
“Probably.” He said straightening everything on the table. “Mr. Turner isn’t very fond of me right now. But Gearhead fixed a car for her and I’m going to take her to go get it.”
“Do the grandparents know?” Tank asked.
“Celt told them it was through the North Star program.” He admitted. “And he’s an O’Malley and a lawyer, so they don’t think he can lie.”
“They’ve never played poker with him.” Ink countered.
“Becks won’t even play against him.” Athos added as something dawned on him. Halfway through the process of boxing up the packets, he looked at the two men. “How did you get the dog here?”
“Come on, little momma.” Ink said taking the puppy from her.
“Let’s go see the new mommy motor.” Tank said helping her up to her feet.
They all walked out to the garage where a new Charger wagon in deep blue was parked. Tank opened the driver’s side door and she slid inside.
“It’s automatic so you can drive yourself again. Don’t worry, you still have a little longer to drive her.” Tank directed the second part to his brother.
“You start classes pretty soon too.” Ink pointed out. “And Isiah is sending car seats and Dawg will get them installed.”
“Luv, what’s wrong?” Tank asked kneeling beside her as Ink shoved the dog at Athos.
“Nothing.” She sobbed.
“Hormone tears?” Athos suggested and the two other men glared at him. “What?” as they continued to glare at him while trying to comfort their pregnant fiancée, Athos looked at the dog. “Stick with me kid, those two are whooped.”
