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I wouldn’t be that type of girl. My father had a hand in raising me. Because my mother sure as heck didn’t.
Today, Tank was leaving for his first-ever duty station.
I was in a pair of leggings, an old cut-up Metallica shirt of my father's, and my black boots, and I had my hair all curly and wild.
My mother did one thing for me.
She gave me my wild curly hair. Everything else was from my daddy.
I had my father's cool gray eyes, my nose, and his sense of style.
During his going away party, which happened yesterday, Tank hadn’t needed to find me. No, I was right there with him. He was going to be gone for a while, but he would keep in touch with me. He promised me.
He’d also told me I was his best friend. And I had told him he was mine.
Therefore, after I had gotten ready, I smiled at my dad and walked with him to the clubhouse. We lived on the back half of the property that the MC owned.
When we reached the clubhouse, I heard Red say, “Tank man, we need to leave brother. Can’t be fucking late.”
“Give me a minute man. Won’t leave without doing something first.” His deep voice called out.
And the minute he saw me, I knew what that was.
My dad chuckled at my side, released my hand, and said, “Go get your hug, Cookie.”
I didn’t hesitate as my little legs ate up the distance to Tank, and then I was up in his arms.
Squeezing him as much as I could, trying to pour all the good vibes into his soul that I could.
Into my hair, he whispered, “Going to miss you, Gray.”
I whispered back, “Why Gray?”
“My new favorite color. Be strong. Kickass. Don’t ever change, okay?” I wanted to ask about the favorite color thing, but I let it be.
Instead, I gave him my own words right back.
“Okay. Be strong. Show everyone why you’re called Tank. Don’t take any stuff from anyone. Hold your head high. Trust your gut. And come back home.”
His arms tightened around me, lowly so only I could hear, he asked, “And if I don’t?”
I knew what he was asking. Even if I didn’t know him as I did, his tensed-up body would tell me everything I needed to know.
Pulling my head from his neck, I looked into his eyes and then whispered, “Then you come back home in any manner that you can. And if it's your soul, I’ll wrap it up in bubble wrap and duct tape and keep it safe until I meet you on the other side.”
His eyes closed as he inhaled a breath, then let it out, and shook his head, then ever so softly, he said, “Got it.”
Letting go of me, I let go of him and slid down to the ground. He placed two fingers under my chin, lifting my head until his eyes met mine.
They searched for something; I wasn’t sure about. That was until I smiled and then nudged his belly with my fingers, “Get out of here. Go make the world a safer place.”
He nodded and then smirked, “I will Gray. See you soon.”
I had been proud of myself. I hadn’t cried when Tank had gotten in the truck to be taken to the airport.
No, I had cried when I headed back into the clubhouse, and Casen, the treasurer of the club, handed me a teal gift bag.
Inside was a note from Tank. It read ‘I’ll start the gift-giving. Be sure to send me shit I like. You know me better than anyone. I’ll call and text when I can. Your Bestie, Tank.’
