“Please tell me you have an idea in that pretty little head of yours? I’m seriously losing my mind,” I tell her, pulling away from our hug.
“He smokes right?” she asks as we head into the mall.
“Sometimes, though I know he doesn’t want me to know that.” I have to chuckle because he thinks he so inconspicuous about it. But he wreaks of smoke when he comes back from the clubhouse. No amount of aftershave is going to get rid of the stench that covers him.
“So…how about an engraved zippo lighter thing? Maybe with a picture of a Harley on it?” Absolute fucking genius. This is why I love her. She always has such awesome ideas. When my mind goes blank, hers sparks up things that you only see in movies, no-one wants to know the shit we pulled back in high school.
“Genius. Where can we get one of them? Is there even a store in here that does that sort of thing?” I ask her, linking my arm through hers as we stroll through the mall, my short heels clicking against the marble flooring.
“Sure is. I got one for Cobra too.” She winks at me as a small smile plays on her mouth.
I laugh as we reach a store that showcases lighters of all kinds and displays different smoking artefacts. Do you know what I find hilarious? It’s that marijuana is illegal yet so many places houses stuff to fuel people into smoking the shit.
“Do you have any lighters with a Harley Davidson motorcycle at all?” Alexis asks sweetly to the man standing behind the counter.
“We sure do, sweetheart. Just there.” He points to the glass cabinet just to the side on the counter. They have so many different ones with bikes on that I’m finding it hard to choose.
“That one!” I shout and point quickly to a silver one with a spiral pattern and a black bike shining proudly. “Do you do engraving here?”
“Yes, I can do it for you right now if that’s the one you want?” he asks, smiling at me as he moves over to remove the lighter of my choosing. “What would you like it to say?”
Hmm, I didn’t think that far ahead. “I’ll love you til my dying breath.” It just spouts from my mouth, but now that I’ve said it over in my head a few times, I find that it sounds perfect to how I feel.
“No problem. This will take about ten minutes. You can always come back and collect it on your way out?” he affirms, stepping back up to the checkout.
“Sounds good to me.” I pay and tell the man to keep the change. I hate change, it makes my purse heavy and it pisses me off.
We walk out the store, a smile planted on my face. “I should get him something else…” I think out loud.
“Hmm…” Alexis moans, lost in thought. I wait patiently while she tries and thinks of anything.
“Anything jumping out at you in that head of yours?” I chuckle, poking her in the head.
“Biker boots. His are falling apart. Have you not noticed?” She turns her head to face me, one brow raised.
“Oh shit, yeah! I keep meaning to go on at him about getting a new pair.” We head off in the direction of the shoe store on the second level.
“How long you got left til peanut is born?” I’m useless with dates and I know she’s told me a million times her due date, but for the life of me, I can’t remember.
“March 6th, babe. Another four months to go.” A wistful smile flits across her face, excitement shining in her eyes.
“Damn, you still have ages. I still can’t believe you didn’t want to find out the sex! I’m dying to know if I’m going to have a niece of nephew!” I squeal at her. She shakes her head and laughs quietly.
Alexis and Cobra decided against finding out because they wanted the birth to be extra special. They wanted the element of surprise on their side. I’ve been attending birthing classes with her because Cobra is too ‘man’ to attend. I wanted to slap him for giving out all the macho bullshit…he should be the one with her at those classes to prepare him for how to deal with Alexis at the birth. Thank the damn Lord I’ll be there at the birth as well.
Walking into the shoe store, we look around in search of the men’s section. Spotting biker boots, I head over leaving Alexis to waddle behind me. I didn’t realise there were so many different kinds of biker boots. What if I get the wrong ones? I’ll have to keep the receipt.
“Those ones! He will love them.” Alexis points to a pair of black leather boots on the second from top shelf. They have faded flames up the side along with a metal buckle with a bike on. Perfect!
I grab them and head to the counter where a bored looking girl is sat, staring at her phone. “Excuse me? Do you have these in a ten?”
The girl looks up without a smile and takes them from me. “Let me go check for you, madam.” With that she walks out back through a door behind the checkout.
Standing there, tapping my nails on the counter, my mind takes me back to last night; Champ worshipping me, grasping my hips like a caveman before eating me like I was his last meal.