48. Sunny
Chapter 48
Sunny
I didn't even feel bad that I'd taken a baseball bat to Walker's car. He deserved it for keeping me away from my child. When he first locked me in the car and ventured into the house, I had bashed on the window with my fists to no avail. A quick search of the vehicle led me to find the baseball bat in the footwell of the back seat.
When life gives you baseball bats, you smash car windows.
It was also very useful for hitting Gregory. I didn’t know what came upon me, but when I heard him talking so badly about me and my pack, I couldn't help but swing at him. Maybe it was the fury over Luka being taken. Maybe it was my anger at my pack for leaving me in the car. Either way, all of my pent-up frustration toward Gregory came out in that one hit.
If I hadn't been so distracted, wanting to get to my child, I probably would have hit him a few more times. It's the least that fucker deserved.
Unwilling to linger, I removed myself and my baby from the house, knowing my pack would keep an eye on Gregory until the police arrived. Even though I was pissed at them, I still had complete faith that they would do anything to protect us.
While police cars pulled up around us, I sat in the passenger seat, hugging my son and breathing in that sweet baby scent that I had been so scared I would never get to experience again.
Thankfully, we had a diaper bag in the back of Walker's car, so I could change Luka and feed him a snack. By the time the police were removing Gregory from the house and putting him into the back of a cruiser, Luka was fast asleep in my arms.
“Sunshine.” Blaze grinned as he pulled me into a hug, drowning me in his cinnamon chocolate scent. “I had no idea you wielding a baseball bat would be so damn sexy!”
I snorted, running my hand over Luka’s hair, reassuring myself for the thousandth time that he was with me and he was safe.
“Sunny,” Walker muttered in a low voice. “How is he?”
“He seems fine.”
I waited for Walker to say something, but he was quiet for a moment, then shook his head. “Not going to apologize for locking you in the car,” he eventually said.
I shrugged. “I'm not going to apologize for smashing in your car window with a baseball bat.”
Walker deflated. “Sunny…”
I huffed. “Look, I know why you did it, and deep down, I kind of appreciated it. You wanted to keep me safe, but you cannot keep me away from my child.”
“And we never will again, because Gregory is not going to see the light of day for a long time, if we have anything to do with it.”
“Good. I hope he gets sent to one of those really bad jails with no running water. Maybe some big guy called Tiny can make him his bitch.”
Rune cocked his head to the side. “I can see that happening,” he mused. “The bitch part, not the running water part. Even prisoners have human rights. Even if people like him don't deserve them.”
“Too bad,” I muttered.
“I can make some calls,” Blaze mused.
“Don't you dare drag your family into this,” I growled, but it wasn’t an angry sound.
He chuckled. “Too late for that, sunshine. As we speak, my mother is making sure that Gregory's family will never show their face in high society again. I'm pretty sure, by the time she's done with them, they're going to sell everything they own and move to Timbuktu to get away from the shame of their son.”
Walker nodded. “Gregory no longer has a place in society, he's got no reason to rear his head again. I'm pretty sure Marion is planning to sue him, so it's not like he's going to have an inheritance by the time she's done. Her legal team is somewhat legendary. Either way, I doubt we'll have to be worried about Luka's college education.”
I shook my head. “I want nothing from him.”
Blaze took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. “Makes complete sense, sunshine. Luckily, we have more than enough money to pay for Luka’s and any future baby's college education. We’ll just donate any money that we strip from that idiot. Pick a cause he would hate to support and put his money there.”
That idea appealed to me.
Walker looked at his phone. “Hailey is on shift at the EMT station—you want to take Luka to the hospital, or do you want to go see Hailey? He needs to get checked out before we go home.”
I took a moment to think through my options. I agreed that Luka definitely needed to be seen and checked over, because I wasn't going to stop worrying about him until someone told me he was physically okay. Just because he looked it didn't mean he was. What if Gregory had caused some permanent damage?
“He's already been through so much today, I think a hospital would be a bit too much. Plus, he likes Hailey,” I said, hugging him that little bit tighter.
Walker nodded. “I’ll drive.”
As we all turned to get in the vehicle, I stopped Walker. Something I had overheard in the house was running through my head. “I heard what he said about drugging the milkshake. I'm sorry, if I hadn’t shared it with you…”
Walker looked startled, his hand frozen on the door handle. “I don't have any regrets about what happened. I'm fairly confident that, even if he hadn't done that, we would eventually have ended up doing something together, because you are amazing. Do you regret it?” he asked, taking a step toward me.
Three sets of eyes were looking at me with worry and concern. Did I have any regrets? I had messed up their life in a catastrophic way. My baggage had done physical and financial damage to them.
Yet, somehow, I couldn't find it in me to regret it. Sure, the way we had formed a pack had been somewhat unusual, but the best stories started that way. Hell, my brother started a pack with a one-night stand, a stalker, and a changed phone number.
“No regrets,” I whispered, and Walker’s face broke out in a smile. “I just want to get my baby home and into a bath. He smells like that human shit stain, and I don’t like that,” I grumbled.
“I love you,” Walker said, pulling us in for a hug.
“I love all three of you,” I replied. “You’re dummies, but you’re my dummies.”
“Good.” Walker kissed my forehead. “Let’s get our son checked out and let’s go home.”
“I’m not a dummy!” Blaze declared as we got in the car.
“Blaze, my love, you put cheese in the toaster.” I laughed.
“One time!”