I’m overwhelmed when we walk into the clubhouse.Everyone we know and love is there with their entire families.We’re swarmed with well wishes and people pointing out where the food is already available.Justice places a sash over my head and leads me to a table in the front.There are already two plates of food set out.One for me and one for Bishop.
So many people stop to talk that it’s hard for me to eat, but I’m thankful for everyone who’s come out for us.Before I know it, they’re putting me in a chair and telling me to open the gifts.
“I didn’t even notice this whole table here.”I laugh as I pose for pictures in front of it.
I’m thankful as I open up boxes of diapers, wipes, and cute little onesies.
“That one’s from me,” Gramps says as I reach for a red gift bag.
“Oohhh, I can’t wait to see what you did.”
Opening the bag, I peek inside and, immediately, tears come to my eyes.“You didn’t.”I sniffle.
Shouts of show us are going around the room.“He didn’t even tell me,” Grandma Denise yells.“I wanna see.”
Sobbing, I pull the tiny cut from the bag.It’s patched up exactly like everyone else’s and on the back saysNewest Prospect of the Heaven Hill MC.
As the oohs and ahh’s go around the room, I jump up and run to my grandfather.“Thank you.”
“You’re carrying the next generation.Anything for you, push pop.”