Chapter 278: Church at the Shack
*Trigg, huge favor. Can you please ask Toad if we can invade his church for a bit tonight? – Chance*
The Saints were filling up the chapel room at the Shack. All the brothers from Pop’s Place and a few from the mother house found places to sit. They were all chatting about everything from bikes to kids to work to why they were there.
“Chance tell you what this was about?” Toad asked Trigg as he shook the other president’s hand.
They both wore the standard fare for the Saints. Motorcycle boots, jeans and club cut. The main difference was that Trigg wore a black T-shirt with scope sights on it declaring THIS IS MY PEACE SIGN.
Toad wore a gray one that his niece gave him. He had tried to hide the Disney frog saying, ‘It’s not slime, it’s mucus.’ Somehow, Molly’s little pretties knew about it and kept asking him to unzip his cut. He wasn’t sure if his wife or niece was behind them knowing.
“I wish. He called me from the courthouse and asked for this.” He motioned vaguely at the men. “And said that he needed to talk to me.”
“What the hell?” Toad asked as the girls’ night crew started to walk in.
“I don’t know. I just got a message from Chance saying that we needed to come in for a minute.” Siobhan told her husband as they put an arm around each other. “What’s it about?”
“If he was here, I’d ask him.” Toad answered as Alana walked in. “Let me guess, Chance.”
“Yeah.” She said looking around as some of the old ladies from Pop’s walked in. “Mia, where the hell is your husband?”
“Right here, momma.” Celt replied waving from the other side of the room where he was talking to Molly and Dino. “Yes, I know. No, I’m not telling you.”
“Did she?” Karan called out from Cookie’s lap.
“She did.” Chance said from the doorway. Rye stood in front of him holding an infant carrier with a blanket over it.
Karan squealed as she jumped up and took the carrier from the younger woman. Women quickly circled around the table as she sat it on a table.
Kissing the top of Rye’s head, Chance whispered, “Told you.” With one hand on his zipped cut, he guided her to where his mom stood next to the two presidents.
The women all made a collective sound of disappointment. They turned towards Rye who looked like a virgin at the altar. A whimpering sound came from inside Chance’s cut, and he carefully unzipped it and removed Michael.
“Oh my God!” Alana gushed as he handed over the baby that could almost fit into his hand. “He’s adorable.”
Pale blue eyes looked up at her as Michael smiled.
“He’s a very happy little boy.” Rye said softly, tears thick in her throat and eyes. “I don’t have a… I don’t have a mom to ask questions to. Or a family…”
“The hell you don’t.” Trigg said gruffly as it clicked with him. “This is your family. Saints don’t leave when times get hard.”
“We stay.” Toad said with a smile. “You need anything, you let one of us know.”
“Damn.” Karan said peeking over Chance’s shoulder. “I think my ovaries just exploded. Cookie, I want a baby.”
“I will get right on that.” He grinned.
Siobhan pulled Rye into a hug. “You have no idea how many moms you just got. You and your little boy have all the Saints with you.”
“He’s not mine.” She said stepping back and brushing tears away. “Not yet. My sister gave birth to him, but he’s mine.” She gave a small smile to Chance. “Ours.”
“Ours.” Chance agreed, brushing a light kiss against her hair. “Momma, meet Michael, your newest grandson.”
“Ohhhh…” Evie said standing on a table to see him. “He’s still so little.”
Law chuckled at his sister. “Hey, shorty, finally found someone shorter than you.”
“Fuck you.” Evie called back without even looking away from the baby. Tank stood up to hold her steady as Ink shook his head at their wife and her antics.
“Weighed in at five pounds one ounce today. He’ll be thirteen weeks old tomorrow.” Chance said placing an arm around Rye’s shoulders and tucking her against his side.
“Quick question.” Cookie said from behind Karan. “Am I going to Vegas?”
“Speak to my bride.” Chance said and pressed a kiss to Rye’s hair. “I only have one request.”
“But your wedding is in two weeks.” Rye argued as a young woman with flame red hair took Michael from Karan. “I can’t take it from-.”
“Nacht.” Nessie said handing Michael to Alana. “It will not be hard to change. We just need to find yeh the white dress yer man wants to see yeh in.” She smiled at Chance. “Yer dah is very proud of yeh.”
“I miss him. I wish he was…” Chance trailed off before his eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“I never tell me secrets.” She gently pried Rye away. “Come on, lass. Chance, yer boy needs a nappy change and a bottle.”
As the Scottish woman guided the other woman out of the room, Michael scrunched up and made a face. Then the distinctive smell of formula poop filled the room.
“You’re adorable,” Alana said handing the baby to her youngest son, “but like so many men in my life, you’re also toxic.”
“Come on, little man.” Chance said as he settled the baby in his arms and accepted the diaper bag from his sister. “You should have a road name of Stink Bomb. Damn, boy.”
As Chance walked out, Charlotte looked over at Werewolf. He shook his head. “No. don’t even think it.”
“Too late!” his wife declared.
“Are you saying too late as in you’ve already thought it? Or…”
She just grinned at him.
“Fuck.” He growled. “Cookie?”
“Funny thing, your wife asked me if I could build her a little shed for her office.” Cookie replied with a grin. “I guess the office needs to become a nursery?”
