Page 60 of Jackass

“Morning.”

“Morning, baby,” he mumbled before leaning over to kiss me. “So, what should we do today?”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Jack, don’t start. We have been over this. He’s your best friend.”

“Some fucking friend,” he snarked as he climbed out of bed.

“Jack,” I sighed. He wouldn’t let this go.

Just as I heard the shower turn on, the door flew open. Charlie ran into the room, jumping on the bed with me.

“It’s Uncle Blade’s birthday!” she announced as if we didn’t know.

“Yes, it is.”

“He’s gonna have a party.”

“He is. Are you excited?”

“Uh huh. He’s gonna have cake. Uncle Blade said I can help him blow the candles out,” she said, nodding her head.

“He did?” I asked, mustering an excited voice for her benefit. “He must think you are awful special to let you share his birthday wish.”

Blade did think she was special. Despite what he thought about me, Blade loved Charlie.

The bathroom door opened a few minutes later, and Jack walked out through a fog of steam. The towel wrapped around his waist told me he heard Charlie out here with me.

“Morning, Shortcake.” He greeted his daughter the same every morning. Calling her shortcake and kissing her head.

“Morning, Daddy.”

“Wanna go to the park today?” Jack asked his daughter.

“Jack,” I warned.

“Daddy, it’s Uncle Blade’s birthday today. We can’t go anywhere. There’s a party. Uncle Blade said I can help blow out the candles.”

“My mistake, Shortcake. I didn’t realize you had such an important role today.” He slipped into the bathroom to get dressed and was back a minute later. “Come on, Shortcake. Let’s get you dressed.”

“Can I wear my pretty party dress?”

“Let’s save that to put on right before the party starts, so you don’t get it dirty.”

“Good idea, Daddy.”

Shaking my head at Jack and Charlie’s conversation, I climbed from the bed and headed for the bathroom. After quick shower, I piled my hair in a messy bun and pulled on some shorts and a tank top, and I was ready to go.

After breakfast, the kitchen was still bustling. Hash, Beck, and the club girls were running around, getting the last of the food prepared for the party.

“How can I help?” I asked the room.

Beck gave me some direction about what needed to be done and I got to work. Before we knew it, everything was ready to go. The men had moved the tables outside, and the prospects showed up to carry all the food out to the tent that was set up. It was a large, screened-in tent to keep the bugs to a minimum where the food was concerned.

There were metal animal troughs filled with ice to keep drinks cold. Streamers and balloons hung from poles that were installed in place for that purpose. As well as an enormous banner that said‘Happy Birthday, Micah.’No matter how much he tried, Beck refused to call him Blade.

Except for when she was mad at him.