Chapter Thirty-Three

S prite set up for her client. It had been a crazy couple weeks. Cannon had come through surgery and was set to come home soon. They still didn't know who had hit Cannon or why. They'd been on lockdown for a week until no other threats had appeared. War still had them all being a little more careful.

The compound gates that separated the clubhouse and garage from the rest of the compound were locked all the time now. To drive through, Sprite had to call the garage when she got close.

Roam didn't have any clients this afternoon because he'd scheduled his special time with Blake. He was taking her for ice cream and to help her to write a letter to Liam. Sprite and Roam had talked through how to make it fair so Grant or Oakley didn't feel left out.

Roam had told the kids that when they turned six, then they were old enough for time off with him. Sprite had told them that three was old enough for them to have painting times with her once a month. She didn't point it out to Roam but eventually all the kids would be six or older and he'd be doing at least six special times a month or more if they had additional children.

Along with the kids learning how to cook. Sprite had set aside time for Regina to teach her some of her recipes. It had been something Sprite had wanted to learn but hadn't been able to from her mom.

Sprite had it on her list to check on Clara when she got back. She'd been beside herself when Cannon was hurt. After she'd confirmed Sprite and the kids would be fine without her, Clara had gotten a place to stay close to the hospital in Wichita. She'd been there taking care of Cannon. Sprite hadn't realized until Roam had pointed it out, but the MC was Cannon's only family. His grandmother had been gone for years and even if his dad was alive, Cannon hadn't been close to him for the last twenty years. Cannon had found a family at the MC just like she had.

Banging on the glass had her looking toward the door. Blake and Roam were at the door with their eyes crossed and their tongues sticking out. Blake giggled, then opened the door.

"Mama Sprite, we're going for ice cream, but I wanted cake too. Bonus Roamus said I had to ask you if it would spoil my supper."

"Umm, Bonus Roamus?"

Blake sighed. "I'm trying out different names until I find what I like. I thought it would rhyme but I'm still deciding. So, can I? Have cake too?"

Sprite shook her head no. "That is too much sugar and ice cream is your thing. If you can't live without having cake, you and Roam can buy enough for all of us to have with our supper." Sprite turned and picked up the package. "They just delivered the special paper you and Roam wanted for the letters and the colored pencils and charcoal pencils."

Blake held it close to her chest. She slipped her arm around Roam's waist. "Thank you."

He chuckled and lifted her onto his back. "Hold on tight so we don't hit the door frame. We have to hurry. Bear said he is going to have a special plate for us. He'll have mini cups so we can try all the different ice creams and help him choose the flavors for this month."

Sprite kissed Blake on her cheek and then Roam. "Have fun and I'll see you at home later."

Roam and Blake smiled and called goodbye as they went out the door. Sprite stood staring at the door, watching a large portion of her heart walk out that door. Roam wasn't just the man she loved. He was the man who'd shown her how love could fill every aspect of her life until it overflowed.

Fingers snapped in front of her face until she focused on Booker standing there.

"You okay, Sprite?"

She grinned. She was more than okay. "I'm good. So what are we doing for you today?"

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