Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 190

Tank POV

We left the meeting and hopped into the truck, heading to the baby shop. Fixer was on her phone to Uncle Simon to organise another bunkhouse through the same men she used last time, and explained why. The phone was on blue tooth, as I could hear every word, and Uncle Simon was laughing as Fixer explained the courses she made them do, to return back as staff, he told her she did good, that they were too comfortable in their jobs, thinking they were indispensable, and most likely had underestimated her, which we both know they did.

The shop was full of baby gear. I hadn’t ever been in here to really look, yeah, had taken Sticks, and other club ladies here, but not paid attention, and often not come in, it didn’t interest me, until now, and I am suddenly overwhelmed with all the different items for a child’s safety, that doesn’t include cots, bassinettes, change tables, I thought Sticks brought a lot, but she barely touch the surface of what you could buy. We have a nurse; do we need a baby monitor, and look at all those different strollers, how do you decide what is the best and safest?

An assistant came rushing over and batted her eyes at me. Causing me to roll my eyes, she had yet to greet Fixer.

“Tank! What do you think of this baby capsule? I don’t think they need it for long, only a few and need to change to a bigger one. What do you think? Will the straps fit?” I stepped around assistant and looked at the item she was squatting down to examine on the side of the box, reading its stats.

I picked up the box, and sat it on another box, so I wasn’t leaning down, like Fixer, and read what it said, it blows the mind all the stuff written on the box, I looked at others, and ended up agreeing her choice sounded the best, neither of us was worried about color as long as it did the job.

“Might want two, one for your truck and one for a vehicle for my use, can’t be driving your truck all the time, I can hardly reach the pedals.” She said, looking around, “I don’t like the idea of her being out and about without me when the baby was born but that was me being selfish; she still got to be here.” I have yet to bring up the subject of the painting of the bikes, like, are those fumes from the paint toxic for the baby?

“What vehicle were you thinking?” I asked, trying to distract myself from thinking only about what I want, and listened to Fixer.

“Spoke to Uncle Simon, he was arranging a seven seater for me, with bullet proof glass, and other extras security, that way I can take Sticks and the girls with us, if we feel like a girls day out, not sure about taking the nanny once we get one, to me, they are there only as back up, not take over my roll as mother, and do everything.

“Good, Uncle Simon knows what he’s doing; he will get you a safe vehicle.” I was glad that Fixer was always thinking and not afraid to talk to others who may have the answers.

Uncle Simon has to leave at the same time as us tomorrow. How long has he been gone? We don’t know, but Fixer will miss him a lot. He has so much of the family’s past to share, good times, not all were bad. They have spent time over photos, going over some old black-and-white ones, hunting for information on the founding members, and any history she can find. They must have found something, because that prompted Uncle Simon to pick up his phone and announce he was leaving for a little while. I personally believe he saw the face of someone he hadn’t expected to see.

“Hey, can I see the manager, please?” Fixer said to the overzealous girl, who kept bumping into me, touching me, and annoying the hell out of me. Fixer had seen it and smirked at me, rolling her eyes, but stayed professional.

Her eyes widened, and she rushed to do as Fixer asked.

“You, okay?” Fixer asked me, softly, as we waited for the manager, we walked around the

showroom at cupboards, change tables, cots, bassinettes, bouncers, and now my head was so full, I wanted to run out of there and let it defrag or something.

“Overwhelmed,” I admitted truthfully, because I had absolutely no inkling I would need half of the stuff, a bed, and clothes, which all I thought of and I had thought Sticks went overboard. Now I see she minimised everything.

“Welcome, what can I help you with?” She asked, had her assistant beside her, looking worried, and we said something about her ogling me.

“Yes, I want to talk about a package deal. I intend to purchase a few things and want to get a better price.” Fixer said kindly.

“We can do that.” She pulled out her tablet and typed away.

“Name?” She barked as if we were wasting her precious time. We gave her the details and waited for our order before she gave us a discount. Looking down on us all the time, irking me to no end.

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