“Just a little Harley Sportster. I figured it would work until she got the hang of riding,” Remy stated with a fond smile at me. “What kind do you have?”
“An old 1958 Harley Davidson Panhead and a couple of custom bikes.” Lincoln nodded. “We should have a few hours on Saturday to take a ride. I can even have a friend of mine bring over their bikes. I’m pretty sure they have a Sportster you can practice on, Blake.”
“That would be awesome,” I replied enthusiastically.
“I wouldn’t mind a ride” Remy admitted. “I just had my bar manager check on my place and my toys.”
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Great actually,” Remy stated with a smile. “Open Mic nights on Fridays are bringing in people and packing the place.”
I missed performing there. I smiled a bit sadly. “That’s great!”
Remy reached out and squeezed my knee. “When things…calm down maybe we can take a trip home. You can sing at an open mic night.”
I smiled. “I’d like that.”
“This is amazing,” I gushed as we set the superhero cake on the table.
“Isn’t it?” Megan smiled.
Megan, Miranda, Cora, Hazel, and Beth had left base an hour before we did to set up all the decorations. The place had given us a large banquet room, and everything was meticulously decorated. I couldn’t believe how fantastic it looked.
“How far out is the bus?” Lincoln asked excitedly. He was beyond excited to hand out his GoPros.
“Jaxson said they’re five minutes out,” Will stated with a small smile.
“Perfect.” Lincoln began to unbox the GoPros.
I didn’t really expect to beat the bus here, but I guess they had a few stragglers, and Jaxson being the man he was, noticed some of the older tweens were upset that they weren’t invited, so he had added them in.
“We didn’t know what to do with this box.” Megan held up a huge box.
“That’s more party favors, and you really can’t have a superhero party without capes and masks.” Lincoln grinned.
I walked over and couldn't believe how much stuff was in the box. “This is a birthday party, not Halloween,” I joked as I pulled out gift bags with handles on it.
Lincoln snorted. “You should see some of the birthday parties I’ve been too. My goddaughter had a circus for her birthday party, and she just turned three. For her party favors each guest was given a personalized gift. Liquor and cigars for the men, designer bags for the women, with spa gift certificates, and then gift bags for each child that had at least one hundred dollars worth of stuff in them.”
“You have a goddaughter?” I asked in surprise. I started opening each of the gift bags. They had different superheroes hand painted on the brown paper. It didn’t look chintzy, it actually looked high quality.
“Yeah, Anna’s daughter,” he nodded.
“Wait, what?” I asked in surprise. “Anna has a daughter?”
“Yeah,” he said slowly. “I thought you knew. I know you guys talk a lot.”
I shrugged. “We mainly talk about you,” I teased as I rolled my eyes. “Where was she-” I began to ask.
Lincoln reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. Moments later, he turned his screen towards me, and there was a picture of Anna, Lincoln, and the cutest little girl I had ever seen. Mind you, I thought my Ella had been beautiful, but Anna’s daughter looked like she was a real-life baby doll with her large blue eyes, tiny frame, porcelain skin, and dark, almost black hair.
“She’s such a doll baby!” I exclaimed.
“She is.” He grinned, and I could see the love he had for her. “Hailey’s dad decided to show back up after ditching Anna when she was pregnant. The court was allowing him to have supervised visits. But he didn’t show up last weekend and didn’t show up for court this morning. So he might be out of the picture again.” He frowned.
“They’re here,” Remy informed us. “I’m going to meet them up there with these.” He held up a card that resembled a credit card.
We had checked in with the front desk when we got there and were given wristbands and the Amusapalooza cards for the arcades. They had a limited amount on the cards, but we really didn’t think they needed that much, considering all the other activities the kids had available.