Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 323

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Pip POV

It was embarrassing to see how Dan had attached himself to Skunk, as if I had no say in Dan inviting Skunk to dance. I have to admit that I was glad that Skunk managed to get food for Dan, and that he ate it. Meal times are a hit–and–miss. If he doesn’t like the choice of food, it could make

it difficult for him to eat. I tried once, by making him skip a meal because he didn’t want what was

on offer. I felt guilty about him missing the meal. He grumbled for hours until he ate the cold meal

he didn’t want. But from what I can tell, Skunk had a good variety of food on the plate, and they ate

it all.

Dancing was fun, more than I want to admit. What could have been a bad day, with men hitting me, turned into a nice one. Being with Skunk kept the others away. They saw a single mum, and think you’re easy. Makes me sick. The slow song came on, and I found myself in Skunk’s arms, with Dan nestled in his chest. When Dan fell asleep, we danced a little longer before Skunk allowed me to take Dan from him and head to the room allocated to me. For tonight, I had stayed here in the past, and I had a sneaking suspicion that they kept this room just for us. It was redecorated, with new carpets, a bathroom vanity, and new beds. It is lovely to stay here now. I feel spoiled because this room is better than where I am staying and safer, too.

Sleep comes fast after my shower. I usually get better sleep when I stay here.

Dan woke me early, way too early, by tapping my cheek with his little hand. He slept all night, and that was a plus.

“Morning, baby,” I cooed, as he snuggled in for a little while, just as I was drifting back to sleep. Dan suddenly sat up and looked around.

“What’s the matter? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” He nodded, and I took him. He stopped wetting the bed a year ago, and he rarely wets his pants. After the bathroom, it was impossible to get him to come back to bed, so reluctantly, I took him into the shower and bathed him. He chuckled and chased bubbles along the floor till they disappeared down the drain. He was a good child, always happy, well, almost always happy. He does have his stubborn moments, like meal times, and getting him to do something he doesn’t want to do. But that’s all, children, yes? “Mummy, where’s Daddy?” I was in the middle of drying him off and getting him dressed when he asked. But which man was he talking about? His real dad, or Skunk, whom he called dad.

“I don’t know, Dan. Let’s get some breakfast and then go hunting for him. Maybe he has gone home.” I don’t know where he lives, but I bet Dan won’t let this go until we find where he was

My lucky day, in the kitchen, was none other than Skunk, making toast. Dan let go of my hand and ran to Skunk, wrapping his arms around Skunk’s legs.

“Daddy didn’t sleep with us.” He announced to all those in the kitchen, which included a woman

loathed, who picked on me the first day I was here, a prospect’s girl, and not even a pack member According to the rules, she shouldn’t be back here. But then I am not a member, so technically, I shouldn’t be here either.

“Skunk, I didn’t know you had a kid.” Skunk picked up Dan and ignored the woman’s question.

“Want some breakfast, champ?” he asked, after giving him a squeeze and kiss on the cheek.

“Potage.” Dan demanded.

I chuckled and waited to see what Skunk would do.

“Juice or milk to drink?” They continued as if I wasn’t in the room, or the others who had stopped to

watch Skunk with Dan.

Skunk went to the pantry, entered it, pulled out quick oats, poured some into a large bowl, added hot water, and put it in the microwave. Ninety seconds later, the microwave dinged. He pulled out the bowl with a mitten–covered hand and poured it into another bowl.

“Berries?” Dan nodded.

“Banana?” Dan shook his head.

“Milk?” Dan nodded.

Skunk then walked to the kitchen table, placed Dan on a chair, gave him a spoon and the juice, and

then turned to me.

“What do you want, Sweetheart?” Skunk asked, with a smile.

“Same.”

“Girl, you have him trained well,” one of the older club ladies said before leaving with a tray of food, which I assumed was for her man. I didn’t have the heart to say he wasn’t mine, because for a brief time, it was nice to fantasise that he was.

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