Six Like The Number

Earth To Axle

*Axle's POV*

When I walk Six out, I head into the kitchen to make some coffee. I don’t think anybody else is home since I never heard Jameson come in last night and my parents are out of town. As I’m sitting in the living room playing video games, Jameson comes in with Ethan and Cam in tow. 

“Oh good, you’re up. I didn’t see Six’s car here, she leave already?” I nod.

“Alright, so I was thinking since we have the house to ourselves all weekend, we order some pizzas, drink a bunch of beers and get super high. Thoughts?”

“First thought: We don’t have any more weed,” I say.

“Alright I’ll call TJ then and we’ll go get some.” TJ goes to WestSide and is our usual hook up for weed. His stuff is always good. 

About an hour later, Jameson and I get in my Range Rover and head to the projects to meet TJ. We pick up our stuff, and on the way home we stop at a corner store and Jameson goes in to buy beer since we’re almost out.

They rarely ID on this side of town so it’s easier to get booze here. I sit in the car and light up a smoke. When I look up towards the grocery store across the street, I see Six coming out of the store pushing a cart with a little boy in the front. I can tell from here that he looks just like her. 

Does she have a kid? Why would she not tell me that? I’m sitting here stunned as I watch her unpack the groceries and then bring the cart back and set him on her hip. As she’s walking back towards her car, I see a tall guy in a wife beater and jeans, with a mohawk and tattoos covering most of him except his face.

I’m about to get out of the car and go save her from this guy when I see the kid wave at him and reach for him. Six gives the kid to him so clearly this guy isn’t a threat. Is he the father? That’s the only thing that makes sense. When Jameson gets in, he says something but I don’t hear him. 

“Earth to Axle. What are you- Oh is that Six? Who is that guy with the kid? He looks like one scary mother fucker. And is it just me or does that kid look a lot like Six? Oh s**t. Is that hers? With that guy?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if she has a kid or not?”

“If she does, she sure as s**t didn’t tell me about it.” I mean it’s entirely possible. It’s not uncommon for girls to get pregnant at WestSide. I sit there and watch them talk, thinking that I’ll be able to figure it all out somehow. 

After a bit, she says something to the kid that makes him start bouncing around and then takes him back and puts him in the car. When she stands up, he steps towards her and my stomach drops for a moment before she puts a hand on his chest, stopping him and then walks away.

“Oh s**t, was he going to kiss her?” Jameson says. 

“That’s definitely what it looked like from here,” I say through gritted teeth.

“But she stopped him. Must be an ex.”

“No s**t Sherlock. If that’s their kid, he’s obviously an ex.”

“Well let’s hope he’s not the jealous type because he looks like he could kill you and nobody would find your body.” I glare at him. “What? It’s true.”

I don’t answer and just drive home. When we walk in, I head straight to the kitchen, crack and beer and down half of it in one go. I walk back out to the living room to find Jameson grinding the weed and Ethan setting out papers.

I sit down and continue to angrily drink my beer. “Geez dude. What’s the matter with you?”

I just glare at him and Jameson says, “Six has a kid.”

“What? You knocked her up?!” Cam asks, turning towards me and I just glare at him again.

“No, no, she already has a kid. We saw her at the grocery store with a toddler,” Jameson explains.

“How do you know it’s hers? She could have been babysitting or something?” Ethan supplies.

“Nah, the kid looked exactly like her. And some jacked dude covered in legit prison tats was with them holding the kid,” Jameson tells him.

“Six let that guy hold her kid? That seems a little irresponsible. Unless…oh. I see. You think he’s the kid’s father?”

“I mean, that’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“And she didn’t mention anything about it to you? Doesn’t that seem a little strange?” Cam asks.

“Alright, if we keep talking about this, I’m gonna punch someone so I suggest you pick a new topic of conversation.”

I try and drown out my thoughts with weed and beer but it doesn’t seem to be helping. My thoughts keep drifting to the image of her holding that kid. That must be why she always has to go home so early after school and why she hardly ever comes over on weekends and can never go out last minute. She always has to check something first. Probably a babysitter. The longer I think about it, the more certain I am she’s got a kid and she’s been hiding it this whole time.