Eleven
It’d been three days since her accident. Dom and Jax waited on her hand and foot, making her feel like the princess Dom called her so often. But she was restless and looking for something to do. She needed out of the house, and since Angela had come by the day before to check on her, she knew a trip into town would be needed.
Dom had a meeting with one of his guys—whatever that meant—so she had to convince Casey to take her and Jaxson for groceries. And since the way to that man’s heart, or rather guilty conscience, was food, she had faith she could get him to help her.
Jumping out of bed and into the shower, she was out, dressed, and ready to go in record time. Wandering downstairs, she found the boys right where she thought she would—the kitchen.
“Who’s hungry?” she called out. Both of their heads popped up at her voice with eager looks in their eyes for food that didn’t come from a… “Tell me that boy is not eating an MRE?” she demanded. Knowing now more than ever, she would get her way.
“Me, me, me!” Jaxson jumped from his chair running to her.
“Casey?” she asked again, nodding at the nasty food in front of where Jax had been sitting.
“He liked it?” She arched an eye brow at his lame answer. “I liked it?” She could hear the disgust in his own voice. “We’re growing boys?”
Shaking her head, she picked up the small one, telling them both, “We’re going to get some groceries.”
“No can do, pretty Dee,” Case said half-heartedly behind her.
“I can, Casey, and I will.” She didn’t even turn around, just kept walking out to his truck that was parked out front.
“Dom’s gonna kill me,” he grumbled behind her as she started strapping Jax into his carseat.
“Not before those MRE’s do.” She laughed at his sour expression.
“Are you sure about this Double D? You’re feeling up to it? No lingering headache? Vision’s clear? We know your hearing’s obviously impaired since you’re not listening to Dom.”
“Shut up and drive.”
“This is a bad fucking idea.”
“No swear, Unca Case!” The young boy clapped from the back seat.
*****
As they pulled into the grocery store parking lot, Dee instructed Case, “Will you go get us a cart please, while I unbuckle him?”
“I ain’t shopping, little lady.” He seemed horrified at the prospect.
“I don’t need you to shop; I need you to get us a cart.”
Growling, he jumped from the truck looking down and mumbling about being a whipping boy for someone else’s woman. She and Jax shared a look before laughing.
“Come on, sweet boy, let’s get some grub.”
“Grub?”
“Food, sweetie.”
“Oh. I fought you meant wike wion king, and they eat worms.” She wasn’t sure if his face showed excitement or disgust.
“Ummm, let’s go with gummy worms, and I’ll be fine with that.”
“Yay!”
“Here you go, mistress lady.” Case laughed as he glided towards them on the front of the cart.
As she was putting Jax in the child seat, a small car flew through the parking lot narrowly missing another car backing out.