“I think we should celebrate such a momentous occasion,” she says.
“Uh huh,” I smirk. Kid knows how to get what she wants. “Any ideas on how we should do that exactly?”
“Tattoos?”
“You trying to get me killed, kid?” I ask thinking of her mother’s reaction.
“What? Mom has one,” she whines.
I laugh. “That’s different, and I had to wear her out about that, believe me.”
“So I get to be the uncool family member?”
I think of giving her a cut similar to her mother’s to let everyone know she’s my kid when we’re at family functions.
“What would you want, kid?”
“I want my own snowflake.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You work on the design, and I’ll work on your mom.”
“Best Dad ever,” she sings.
I shake my head. “I’m not always going
to fall for your crap, you know?”
“I know, Pop. But it’s my job as your future kid to test boundaries.” She winks.
I shake my head. Life keeps getting more interesting.
***
I feel like I’m on top of the world. The wedding papers and the Adoption papers have been signed. While the wedding isn’t for a couple more days, we’re officially a family.
“You know most families would just go out to dinner,” B says as we sit around the chair where Scribble is preparing to tattoo the front of Whitney’s shoulder with a dainty looking tattoo with an F in the center.
“Like y’all were ever going to be like most families,” Jess drawls.
“You are not helping,” B replies.
“Oh, come on, the tattoo is cute, and the concept is a-damn-dorable. As her Godmother and your best friend. I got to say, I approve, “Jess says.
“Three against one, B,” I say with a shrug.
“I didn’t know you had a kid, Freeze,” Scribble says as the gun starts to buzz.
“Well, now you know.”
“Guess so. You’ve always been a real private kind of guy. Okay, I’m going to do a small line, Whitney.” He carefully draws the needle down her body.
“How does that feel?” Scribble asks.
“Much better than thought it would,” she says with a wide grin.