The Biker's Fate Chapter 399

Grace

A rough tongue on my cheek awakened me and I pushed the furry face away and forced my eyes open. "Ugh, Killer, what are you doing?"

"Meow."

I sat up and glanced to my left. Flea wasn't in bed, so I snuggled the cat for a few minutes, then climbed out of bed and stepped into the little bathroom attached to the bedroom. I had no idea what time it was, but I'd had the best night's sleep in forever. After freshening up, I pulled on some clothes and went to find my man.

"Flea?"

"Kitchen," he called.

I made my way into the kitchen and found Flea at the stove flipping pancakes. "You made breakfast?"

"Correction; I'm making breakfast. Hash browns and bacon are in the oven."

"You made bacon?"

Looks like my diet would be starting tomorrow.

He grinned, holding his arm out to me. "Yeah, I made bacon."

I closed the distance between us, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. "You're my favorite person on earth."

"Back atya."

"I'll make coffee."

"That'd be good," he said, and I stepped into the pantry for the beans.

"What time's your grandmother being released?"

"I'm not sure," I said, setting up the coffee maker and grinding the beans. "My dad's going to text me when they're on their way."

I'd gotten a text to say that Grams didn't have to stay the extra day, after all, so Dad was bringing her home as soon as they released her.

"I'll make myself scarce then, yeah?"

I wrinkled my nose. "I guess."

"Your grandmother's not going to want a stranger here while she's recovering."

"No, I know. I just don't know how I'm going to sleep without you now that I've figured out how much I like it."

He grinned. "Ditto, baby."

"I'm really sorry about last night… or, more accurately, this morning."

"Come here," he said, holding his hand out to me.

I pressed myself against his strong body and wrapped my arms around him.

"Baby, you apologized last night. It was done then."

"Then why do I still feel guilty?"

"Because you're you." He kissed the top of my head. "And, for the record, I really like you."

I smiled, giving him a squeeze. "I really like you, too."

"Need to flip the pancakes," he said, and I released him just as my phone rang.

I grabbed it off the counter. "Hi, Mer."

"Hey. Grams should be home in two hours. Dad wanted me to let you know."

"Okay, thanks. Are you coming too?"

"Yeah, sis. I'll be there."

"See you later."

"Okay."

He hung up and I glanced at Flea. "We've got two hours."

"You okay?"

I shook my head. "Not really, no. I mean, I am because I want to take care of her, but I'm going to miss you."

He frowned. "You plannin' on missin' work tomorrow?"

"Honestly, I don't know. It depends on my dad." I set my phone back on the counter. "If he can't come and stay with her, I might have to. I told Hatch it might happen, and he's cool with it."

Flea nodded. "Yeah, he won't care. Family's more important."

I chuckled. "That's what he said, verbatim."

"After breakfast, I'll change that shower head and set up the stool."

"That's okay, I think Dad was going to grab some tools to take care of it."

"I already grabbed shit from the compound," he said, piling food onto a plate and handing it to me.

"You did?"

"Yeah."

Oh my god, he was the best human on the planet. "We don't have time to get naked, do we?"

He laughed. "We can make time… depends on how quickly we can eat."

"Challenge accepted."

We ate quickly and left the dishes to soak while he took me to my room and I showed him my gratitude for everything he'd done. After redressing, he went about doing the home improvement things while I finished the dishes, then it was time for him to leave and I seriously thought I'd lose my mind.

"Call me tonight when you have a minute," he said, kissing me on the front porch.

"I will."

"Baby, it's one night. We'll survive."

I wrinkled my nose. "Speak for yourself."

"Gotta admit, I'm liking your obsession with me."

"Which makes you weird," I retorted.

He laughed, leaning down to kiss me again. "If you don't come into work tomorrow, I'll bring dinner up… if your grandmother feels comfortable, that is."

"I'll make sure she's comfortable."

"Okay, baby, you do that." He stroked my cheek. "Lock up."

"Yes, dear."

He gave me one more kiss, then climbed into the loaner car and drove away. My grandmother arrived thirty minutes later, and she looked wrecked.

"She's had a rough day," Dad said, followed by my brother.

"This fucking hurts!" Grams snapped.

"Then you need to take the Oxy," Merrick said.

She scoffed at him from her place in the recliner and Dad rolled his eyes. "She's convinced she'll like the drugs too much, so she's trying to wait six hours in between."

"That's insane."

"Yeah, Gracie, it is," Dad said. "You're the only one who can get her to do anything most of the time, so I'm deferring to you."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're her favorite son… I'm not sure I can do anything."

"I'm her only son, but nice try."

I grabbed one of her pain pills and her antibiotics and walked into the family room. "Here."

"What's this?" she asked.

"Antibiotics."

"And the other?"

"Grams, please don't be a pain in the butt. I plan to make sure you don't over take your meds. I have everything written down and logged. But if you give me grief, I'll go home and leave you with Dad."

She gasped. "You wouldn't."

"I heard that," Dad called.

I raised an eyebrow toward my grandmother. "I would."

"Impertinent little brat."

"Take the pills, Grams."

She scowled, but took the pills without further argument. Ten minutes later, she was all sunshine and light.

"I'm sorry I called you an impertinent brat," she said. "You know I love you best."

"Hey!" Merrick cried.

"She gives me drugs," Grams said.

Merrick chuckled. "It's all good, Grams. I'll forgive you this one time."

"That's my favorite grandson."

I smiled. "I'm going to walk Dad and Merrick out, then you and I are going to watch a sappy movie."

"Okay, sweetpea."

Dad and Merrick kissed her cheek, then we walked to the front door.

"I'll be here at seven," Dad said.

"So early?"

"Figured I'd bring you breakfast so you'd have time to get ready for work."

Well, that was sweet. I internally sighed. I didn't want him to be sweet. "Okay, sounds good."