Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 150

Fixer POV

Melony and Jenny had contacted me today, both with the same kind of energy that I had gotten used to from them. It sounded like Jenny had landed her perfect job; she loves being out on the rescue vehicle, saving lives, and was even out in the helicopter for an accident out of town, which was quicker to take the doctor and two rescuers, and Jenny happened to be in the office when the call came in, and was given the chance. She raved about the helicopter, loved it as much as I had. She was now talking about getting her licence to fly one once she had finished her other training and found out where she could get the flying hours I got the huge hint, but wasn’t ready to commit to something like that. She would have to find one Herself. I don’t even have a pilot yet.

The Helipad was almost completed. They had laid cables down first, for the lights that would flash at night, when the helicopter was out, red and green ones, and some white ones, along the ground, and spotlights that would be turned on when the pilot announces he is near, or something, not sure how all that works yet.

“You headed next door?” Tandy asked as I finished putting the last of the cookies on a tray.

“Yep, need anything before I go?” I shouted out, shut the dishwasher, and pushed the start button.

“Leave me some of those cookies.” He chuckled back.

“There’s a whole container full, just for you and Uncle Simon,” I called back, and he had devoured so many last time that I had to make a second batch.

“Thank you. You cook as well as your grandma; she would be proud.” They both called back, from down the hallway, doing who knows what, and I was not about to go and find out, in case I got drawn into it.

I choked up a bit as they said that. I tried hard to learn from Grandma. If I had known how little time I would have had with her, I would have tried so much harder to be there with her more. When they diagnosed her with cancer, she went downhill so very fast that we hardly got used to the idea that she was terminally ill, and she was gone. At least she didn’t linger for long in pain. That was her only saving grace, but it hurt Grandpa, he hardly had adjusted and she was gone, it was devastating that last week, when we knew that she was going soon, we both took turns to stay with her, so she wouldn’t be alone, it was late in the hight, Grandpa woke me to come sit beside her, I was on one side of the bed holding her left hand, and he was on the otherside, holding her right hand, she croaked a soft goodbye, and we both leaned in and gave her a kiss, she then closed her eyes, and left us.

The funeral had all her friends from town, plus Grandpa and me. Barry, Sheila and Zoey didn’t attend, I doubt they even knew she had gone, as they rarely listened to a word we said, it was only at the lawyers office, that they appeared, to find out what they would get, they didn’t have a right to any of it, but Grandma thought it would save me pain, if they received some small amount, they had pretended to be two struggling elders, and they believed it, stupid I know, as Sheila had lived an easy life till she ran away, not that she had ever lived in my home, this place. But she never wanted for anything; when she returned, she was pitiful, crying of hardship and wanting handouts, which my Grandparents refused to give her. It appears she took offense to not being treated as she had before she ran away, and I guess she plotted ways to hurt my Grandparents for not giving her the world.

I pushed my thoughts away; reliving them does nothing for me now. I need my happy face on when I head over to see Tank, the video on my phone, ready for others to see. Hopefully, they will enjoy it and laugh as much as we did.

‘With a tray of cookies in hand, I walked proudly through the gate, in hunt for my giant, fun-loving biker, my huge, terrifying-looking marshmallow inside man. I am so lucky to have him, that he chose me, when he had so many choices around him. He had healed a lot of my pain, and I hope I had done the same for him.

Why am I so emotional today?

It wasn’t an anniversary of a death or a birthday. Yet, something had triggered melancholy today.

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