“You think I’m a superhero?” I asked quietly, my eyes flicking up to my son’s, where he was leaning against the wall.
Linc looked at me, really looked at me, and nodded.
“Yeah, Dad. I think you’re a fucking superhero,” he grated out. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now, now would I? My paper was on someone who inspires me to be a better person. That’s you, bitch.”
I grabbed my man-child in a headlock and brought him in close to me, then pressed a kiss to the top of his head before taking him down to the ground and tickling him like I used to do when he was six.
“Get out of here, kid. Let me read. You get your shit picked up outside, or it’ll get stolen.”
My kid left, thankfully putting on his pants before he walked outside to pick up his football gear, leaving me to read a paper that was enough to bring a grown man to tears.
***
I pulled my tired body out of bed, walked stiffly to the bathroom, and clambered into the shower.
Yesterday had been long and tiring, but I loved being a Dixie Wardens’ prospect.
Being called out at three in the morning because another member’s wife was in trouble made me feel like I was actually wanted. Needed. Like I had something to offer the men of the Dixie Wardens.
Sadly, my job didn’t allow me to do that all the time. I couldn’t just take off whenever I felt like it as some of the other brothers could. I had to work from six in the morning until five or six at night, Monday through Friday. If I didn’t, I didn’t have the cash for the house payment or have enough money to buy food after all of my credit card bills were paid, or the loan payments that I’d taken out when I couldn’t afford to put food on my son’s plate, or buy him school clothes for the year.
Not and keep Linc in school. A school where he was finally excelling.
Groaning with the need to fall back in bed, I finished my shower, then went to work. Only to do it all over again the next night.
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