So my mom just started watching sons of anarchy 2 years later and she’s obsessed. She’s amazed at how fast she’s going through the episodes she has no idea what she’s in for.
The next morning, you woke up to Gemma bringing you a tray with breakfast, coffee and fresh juice on it. Your hangover wasn’t too bad since you hadn’t drunk that much, but you were extremely grateful for the meal. You thanked her and she perched at the end of your bed and drank her own cup of coffee while giving you a rundown on what she’d be getting up to that day.
“Meet me at TM at about 2:30,” She told you. “And then we’ll go to the viewing together.” “Sounds good,” You grinned. “Anything you want me to do this morning?” “You just worry about getting settled in, okay?” “Okay. Hey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” “What’s up?” “Are Jax and Tara back together?” You knew he’d tell you eventually, but you didn’t want to wait to have your suspicions confirmed. “Pretty much,” She sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, personally, but try telling that to Jax.”
You remembered the way things ended between the two of them all too well and it pained you to imagine him going through all of that again. If Tara was here to stay then fine, but if she planned on packing up and splitting again, you’d personally hunt her down and kill her.
“If he brings it up to me, I’ll tell him exactly what I think.” Gemma sipped her coffee. “He might actually listen to you.” You scoffed. “We’ll see.” “What about you, darl? Got a special someone I should know about?”
You shovelled a forkful of scrambled eggs into your mouth and thought about a possible answer to that question. There had been someone, but it hadn’t ended well for anyone involved and the breakup was one of the things that had pushed you into making the decision to move back to Charming. As much as you wanted to talk to Gemma about all of this - she always was the one to go to whenever you needed to get anything off your chest - you didn’t know whether it was a good time, and you didn't’ want her to think that it was the only reason you’d come home.
“Nobody,” You said. “Thank God. Haven’t got the energy for any men in my life right now. They’re far too much work.” “Amen to that,” She offered you a sympathetic smile. “The prospect seemed to take a shine to you.” “Half-sack? He’s cute, but not my type.” “Probably for the best. He just got his heart broken.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” She shook her head. “It’d take me all damn day to tell you that story. Plenty of time for that.” “2:30 at TM?” “Yes, I’ll see you then.”
You finished your breakfast and got ready for the day, taking your time to shower, do your hair and put a little bit of makeup on. You’d almost forgotten how to dress for the hot, Californian summers, but you found a pair of blue denim Dickies overalls in your chest of drawers, one of the many things you hadn’t taken with you to Colorado. Underneath, you threw on a white bralette since it was too warm for much else and then you laced up your Docs. Since you had a few hours to kill before your house viewing, you decided to head over to Opie’s to see Donna and the kids.
There were two bikes on the drive which meant that both Opie and Jax were there. Donna opened the door and beamed when she saw that it was you. “Y/N!” She pulled you in for a hug. “Ope said you were back! I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.” “Well, here I am,” You grinned. “How you been?” “Oh, you know, gettin’ by. How about you?” “Pretty good. Got sick of the mountains.” You followed her through to the kitchen where she was preparing lemonade. “Want some?” “Please. Jax and Ope out back?” “Yeah, they’re digging through all our old baby shit, trying to find some stuff for Abel. He’s coming home soon.” “I never thought I’d see the day where Jax had a kid.” “Neither did I,” She replied. “I think it’ll be good for him. It was for Opie, kinda forced him to pull his head out of his ass.” You laughed. “Yeah, having kids seems to have that effect on men.”
You caught up while Donna finished making the lemonade and then you helped her take a couple of glasses out to the guys. When Jax and Opie saw you, they both kissed your forehead by way of greeting.
“What are you doing here?” Jax asked. “Came to see Donna,” You explained. “Find anything for the baby?” “Yeah, crib and a carseat. How much you want for this stuff, Ope?” Opie waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”
Both you and Jax noticed Donna flinch at this, so you struck up a conversation with Opie while Jax gave Donna some cash on the down low. You offered him a cigarette from your pack and lit one for yourself, listening to Opie talk about his job chipping wood and how much he hated it. You suspected it would only be a matter of time before he jacked it in and went back to the club full time, but you kept this thought to yourself.
“What about you, are you working on anything new?” “Got a couple new ideas,” You said. “Thinking of writing a book about Charming and all of the crazy shit that happens.” Opie grinned. “We better get some of the royalties.” “Of course, I’ll split it 50/50 with the club.” You and Opie sat down on the decking and smoked your cigarettes. “So, why are you really back?” He asked. “Last time we spoke you were doing just fine. Didn’t you have a boyfriend?” You swallowed thickly. “That’s over. He was an asshole.” Opie raised a brow. “Why?” Out of everyone, Opie was the one you felt most comfortable with and you used to share everything growing up, but you knew you had to be careful about how you phrased this because you knew he’d get on his bike and go and tear your ex’s head off. “We fought a lot, he got physical a few times and I just knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid like marry him.” “Shit Y/N, why didn’t you tell anyone?” “Can you imagine?” You snorted. “Jax, Clay and Gemma would have all been in prison right next to you if I’d told them.” “Good point. Still wish you hadn’t gone through that all alone.” “Me too,” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. “I got pregnant.” “You what?” You looked to Jax and Donna to make sure they weren’t listening. “I couldn’t stand the thought of raising a kid with him, and I wasn’t ready to do it on my own, so I got rid of it.” “Shit.” “Yeah.” “That’s why you’re back?” He murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Too many bad memories in Denver. I had to get out, come back and be with my family.” “For what it’s worth, I think it’s good that you’re back.” “Me too, Ope. Me too.”
-
You left your bike at TM while you and Gemma went to view your potential new house on the other side of town. It was a gorgeous little place, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and tons of outdoor space. You planned on turning one of the guest bedrooms into a home office where you could write and the garage was more than big enough for you to work on your bike when you needed to. Sure, you could afford a bigger place, but you didn’t need it. Gemma seemed to agree that it was pretty much perfect for you, and the estate agent told you that you could collect the keys at the end of the week. With that, you were officially the owner of real estate in Charming, and you couldn’t be more relieved. On the drive back to TM, you and Gemma discussed shipping the rest of your belongings to California, colour schemes for the bedrooms and which bedroom she’d sleep in when she needed a break from Clay. You felt lighter than you had in months and even though you’d grown up in Charming, it was a fresh start for you, a way to put all of the shit you’d dealt with over the last year behind you.
“Abel comes home in a few days,” She said. “I’m throwing a party.” “I’d expect nothing less.” “You gonna be there?” “Of course I’ll be there. Jax made me Abel’s Godmother.” “He did?” “Yeah, yesterday when we went to the hospital.” Gemma smiled fondly. “Abel’s lucky to have you. You’re gonna make a great mother someday.” You flinched. “Thanks, Gem.”
When you got back to TM, it was pretty much empty. The guys were on club business so you asked Gemma if you could use one of the bays to tinker with your bike for a couple hours until they got back, and of course she said yes. You made yourself some coffee and went to work, thankful to have something to keep you occupied for a while. When you worked on your bike, your mind didn’t have a lot of places it could run to, so it kept your thoughts in check and prevented you from spiralling, something that you were in danger of doing a lot these days. You hardly looked up from your bike for the next few hours and by the time you heard the familiar rumble of engines coming into the lot, it was well past five.
Juice appeared beside you, startling you slightly. He was admiring your Harley, watching you work on it.
When you locked eyes, he checked himself. “Sorry,” He grinned. “It really is beautiful.” “It’s alright. I know.” You mirrored his contagious smile and his seemed to grow. “I was gonna work on mine,” He mentioned. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all. Sorry, I kinda set up shop.” “S’okay. Just don’t tell Tiggy that you’re using his tools.” “Tiggy can kiss my ass.”
That’s how you ended up spending the entire evening with Juice Ortiz, working on your bikes, cracking open a few beers, ordering some pizza and getting to know each other. You liked how easy it was to be yourself around him, how comfortable he made you feel. He was kind hearted and soft in nature and talking with him quieted your deafening intrusive thoughts to a low murmur. He told you about his past, how he came to be a Son and how he felt about being a part of the MC, and in turn you told him about your childhood in Charming and the first few years in Colorado, bulldozing over the parts about your abusive ex. From one of the picnic benches outside of the clubhouse, Jax and Opie watched this entire exchange.
“You think he likes her?” Opie asked. “Probably, but Y/N would eat him alive.” They both laughed. “She told me some pretty heavy shit earlier. She was seeing a guy but he turned out to be a shithead.” Jax’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” “He used to beat on her. She downplayed it, but I think it was pretty serious. Must have been for her to pack up and move back to Charming.” “Can we find out who it was?” Jax growled. “Denver isn’t that far.” “Y/N would flip her shit,” Opie shook his head. “If she wanted us to do something about it, she would have told us about it when it was happening.” “I don’t like the idea of this guy getting away with it.” “Neither do I, but we gotta respect her judgement.” “Juice might be good for her,” Jax contemplated. “Maybe.”
You felt your brothers’ eyes on you and turned around. It was obvious that they were talking about you, and when Jax looked at Juice and then back at you with a subtle wink, you flipped him off. Juice didn’t catch any of this, thankfully.
“I’m gonna head home,” He told you. “Got an early start.” You nodded. “I won’t be far behind you,” He started packing up his tools as you had no idea what came over you, but you found yourself asking, “You going to Abel’s homecoming party?” “Yeah, I’ll be there.” “Cool,” You smiled. “I’ll see you there.” “Not if I see you first.”
Juice shrugged into his kutte and put on his helmet, giving you a small wave as he pulled out of the garage. As soon as he turned the corner, Opie, Jax and Tig approached you, shit-eating grins spread across their faces. You already knew what was coming.
“You and Juicey, huh?” Tig probed. “Clay is gonna cut his head off.” “No, not ‘me and Juicey,’” You argued, wiping your oily hands on the front of Tig’s shirt. “I’ve only just met him.” “That’s never stopped anyone before,” He smirked. “Well, it stops me. I’m not looking for anything serious.” “That’s what they all say.” You chose to ignore Tig, which seemed to be the best way to deal with him. “Jax, I’m gonna head out. Can we go and see Abel?” “Course, babe,” He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m picking Tara up anyway.” “Mhm. You and the Doc seem to be getting pretty cosy again.” “Don’t you start, you sound just like my mother.” “I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment.”
-
The next few days passed by relatively quickly. You spent most of your time helping out at the garage, whether that be doing paperwork and admin stuff with Gemma or working on the cars with Juice and the Prospect. The club seemed to be knee-deep in bullshit and you didn’t see a whole lot of them, but everyone made sure to be there for Abel’s coming home party. It had been a long time since you’d been to Jax’s house and it was a lot tidier than the last time you’d been there thanks to Gemma.
When you walked in with Jax and Abel, the whole room broke out into cheers and you had to swallow the ginormous lump that had formed in your throat; you’d forgotten just how tight-knit of a family you’d left behind, the way they celebrated each other’s milestones as though they were celebrating one of their own. Jax was cradling his baby in his arms, introducing him to anybody that hadn’t met him yet, and you stood back and let him have his moment. It surprised you just how natural Jax was with Abel, how quickly he’d adapted to the role of a father, because the last time you’d seen him he was about as mature as an eighteen year old boy, maybe even less so. Juice came and stood next to you, following your gaze to Jax and Abel.
“You want kids someday?” You asked by way of greeting. “Probably,” He replied. “Makes me want one, you know? Seeing Jax like that.” You nodded. “He made me Abel’s godmother.” “Really? That’s great.” Juice beamed. “Yeah, I couldn’t quite believe it.” “Do you want kids?” You cursed yourself internally. It was your own fault for bringing the topic up. “Maybe if I find the right person to have them with.” Juice agreed. “Must be scary. Bringing a life into the world and being responsible for them for the rest of yours.” “That’s very deep,” You looked at him. “I need a fucking drink.” He chuckled. “I’ll get you a beer.” “Thanks, Juicey.”
He fetched you both a bottle of beer and gestured towards the couch. You ended up being sandwiched between Juice and Piney, which made for some interesting conversation. It was nice to catch up with the old man after so long and you could tell that he’d missed having you around. In some ways, you’d been closer to him than Clay growing up, probably because you spent so much time at Opie’s.
“I bought copies of all your books,” Piney smiled fondly. “Don’t read much, but I read all yours.” Maybe it was hormones or maybe you were overwhelmed with all the emotions that came with being home, but you felt like crying again. “What did you think?” “I liked ‘em all, always knew you’d make it big someday.” “Thanks, Piney. I’ll come over and sign all your copies.” You grinned. “Don’t let your ego get away from you, now,” He ruffled your hair, just like he used to when you were a kid.
The party went on for hours. At one point, you found yourself on the couch holding Abel and catching up with your Uncle Clay. Everything was going fine, despite the fact that Wendy was at the party, shooting daggers at Jax and Tara the entire time. You suspected it had caused a fight between the two since they’d disappeared a little while ago and nobody had seen either of them since. As the night wore on, people gradually started to head home. You were staying to help clean up, so you remained on the couch with the baby, attempting to have a civil conversation with Wendy without ripping her head off.
Donna came over with the two kids who each gave baby Abel a kiss. “Y/N, I’m just taking these two home but then I’m comin’ back to help clean up, okay?” “Sure thing. Gem said she needs dishwasher tablets, do you think you could grab some on the way back?” “Yeah no worries. I’ll only be fifteen minutes or so.” You smiled at her. “Okey dokey.”
When Donna left, you handed the baby over to Wendy and went to find Jax. He was standing outside having a smoke, clearly pissed off after his fight with Tara. He handed you a cigarette without saying a word and you accepted it, digging around in your pocket for your lighter until he handed you his.
“Thanks,” You mumbled. “No worries.” You cleared your throat, unsure of how best to go about this. “So, you and Tara picking up where you left off?” “Tryin’ to.” “How’s it going?” “We’re figurin’ it out as we go,” He explained. “I suppose there’s always gonna be that voice in the back of my head telling me that she’s gonna leave again.”
You liked that you and Jax were still able to talk in this unfiltered way like you used to when you were younger; it proved that your relationship was pretty much bulletproof if you could go five years without seeing one another and still have deep chats over a smoke.
“Yeah, but that’s to be expected,” You assured him. “Why’d she come back?” “You gotta promise not to tell anyone.” He said. You narrowed your eyes but held out your pinky. After a beat, he looped his through yours. “I promise.” “She came back to get away from this creepy fed who was stalking her. This was the only place she felt safe.” You let out a long breath of smoke. “Shit. She’s always running from something.” “Yep.” “So what happened to the fed?” Jax gave you a stern look which was all the information you needed. “Ah.” “You came back at a weird time.” “It would seem that way.” Jax put an arm around your shoulder and you wrapped yours around his waist, leaning into the hug. “It’s good to have you back.” “It’s good to be back.”
You felt at peace, like your heart and soul were finally beginning to mend now that you were home. Millions of stars littered the night sky, shining down on you like well-wishes, and you allowed yourself to get lost in your brother’s embrace; there was nothing quite as comforting in the whole entire world.
But you should have known not to get too comfortable, because not ten minutes later Jax’s phone rang.
: Y/N Morrow is over the moon to be moving back to Charming after spending years away from her family, but they know that something isn’t right. What went so wrong that she had to pack up and move all the way back to California, and what will happen when the past she was running from follows her home?
You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, the deafening roar of your Harley Davidson’s engine announcing your arrival to everyone. You hadn’t told anybody that you were coming and you knew it would be a surprise, especially for your Uncle Clay, and to say that you were excited to see their reactions was the understatement of the year. A line of black bikes were lined up outside the shop, glistening in the scorching, mid-afternoon sun, a telltale sign that most of the Sons were either in church or working in the garage. An unfamiliar blonde guy in a Prospect kutte climbed out of the Teller-Morrow pick-up when he saw you pull in, an inquisitive look on his face. You parked your bike at the very end of the row and took off your helmet, shaking out your Y/H/C curls and getting a carton of cigarettes out of the pocket of your worn leather jacket. The Prospect watched this little show with an open-mouth, and you couldn’t help but toy with him a bit by offering him a cigarette.
“Smoke?” “Uh, n-no thank you,” He stammered. “I’m all good.” He took out his own pack as if to prove this to you. You flashed him your best man eating grin, one that you had been perfecting since your teenage years. “What’s your name, Prospect?” “Half-sack,” He informed you with an embarrassed, lop-sided grin. “That your real name?” “Er, no.” “Do I wanna know why they call you that?” “Probably not.” “Where are the guys?” “I got no idea. You know them?” You smirked. “Guess you could say that. Clay’s my uncle.” “No shit! I didn’t know he had any family besides Gemma.” “Most people don’t. So, is he here?” “He’s probably in the office,” He admired your bike, your pride and joy. “Nice ride.” “Thanks. 883 Superlow. Did all the mods myself.” Half-sack raised a brow. “Clay teach you?” “Jax and Ope, too. And Piney,” You took a long drag of your cigarette. After riding up from Colorado, you were exhausted. It had taken you almost two days and you had only stopped for a short period of time in a dusty old Motel, so it was safe to say that you needed a drink, a few cigarettes and a nap. “As much as I’d love to sit here all day telling you my life story, I should probably let the others know I’m here. It was nice meeting you, Half-sack.” “Yeah, you too…” He trailed off. “I didn’t get your name.” “Y/N Morrow.”
You put out your cigarette with the heel of your boot and headed in the direction of the Clubhouse. It was just as you had remembered it and you couldn’t decide whether this was comforting or not. The smell of smoke and whiskey hit you the minute you walked through the doors, and the chapel doors were closed and it seemed that all the guys were in there, so you took it upon yourself to fix yourself a drink or three while you waited. They were in there a while, and Gemma ended up being the first person other than Half-Sack to greet you.
“Y/N!” She yelled, almost pulling you off the barstool you were perched on in an attempt to hug you. “What are you doing here?! Why didn’t you call?!” You wrapped your arms around her, relaxing instantly. Words couldn’t express how good it felt to be home. “Wanted to surprise you.” “Well, that’s one word for it darlin’,” She held your shoulders, taking in your appearance. “You ride all the way here from Denver?” “Yeah, I thought it’d be hell, but the ride did me good.” “Have you seen Clay yet? He’s gonna lose his shit. What’s it been, five years?” “About that, yeah.”
You didn’t want to talk about those five years you’d spent in Denver. When you left Charming and your entire family behind, you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you felt like you’d never leave home if you didn’t bite the bullet and take a job opportunity that had fallen in your lap. Clay and Gemma had pretty much raised you - your parents were deadbeats, and a sore spot for your uncle - and Jax was pretty much your brother, so leaving had been one of the hardest things for you, but you had spent those five years finding yourself, growing and working on your writing. It had been one long breath of fresh air, a taste of life away from the Sons of Anarchy, but you missed your family and were ready to move back home to be closer to them. And that’s exactly what you told Gemma.
“You got a place to stay, baby?” She asked. “Not yet, but I’m looking at a little house tomorrow afternoon. Buttersweet Rise.” Gemma raised a brow. “That’s a nice neighbourhood. Your books are selling well, I take it?” “Well enough,” You grinned. “I’ll go with you, make sure the landlord doesn’t take any liberties. Stay at our place until you get sorted.” “Thanks, Gem.”
The chapel doors swung open and the guys’ voices spilled out; they were talking and laughing about something, but when they saw you and Gemma sat at the bar, all the voices stopped. Jax was the first one to say anything.
“You gotta be shittin’ me!” He yelled, basically running at you. You met him halfway and let him pick you up and spin you around, sending you into fits of giggles. “Hey, big bro.” He set you down but didn’t let you of you. You looped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here? Did you ride all the way from Denver?” “Yup. I’m coming home.” “What do you mean? For good?” “If that’s okay with you.” Jax grinned and picked you up again. “Of course it’s okay with me.”
When Jax moved aside, Clay was already waiting with open arms. In a weird way, you felt eleven years old again, tucking yourself into your uncle’s arms and feeling the world and it’s pressures melt away. He held you like that for a long time, and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s good to see you, my love.” “You too, Clay. I missed you.” “I wish you would’ve called. Me and Jax would have ridden halfway and met you.” “It’s okay, the journey did me good.” Piney hugged you and kissed both of your cheeks, clearly over the moon to see you. “Gonna call Ope,” He told you. “He’ll wanna come down here and see you.” You looked to your uncle. “When did he get out the clink?” “Few months ago,” He explained. “Donna wants him earning straight, so he’s not around as much as he used to be.”
Bobby and Tig came and hugged you and introduced you to Juice who hadn’t been there when you’d left. He seemed nice enough, someone you could get along and have a laugh with. Chibs was the last one to greet you. The Scotsman took his time taking in your appearance as though he was making sure you were still whole after all this time. Once he was satisfied, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and held you close for a few moments before letting you go. Overall, it was a fairly weird exchange, but you didn’t have time to unpack that right now.
“Jax,” You said, spinning around. “You gotta come see my bike.” He grinned. “Come on then. We got a lot of catching up to do.”
-
Jax wasn’t kidding when he said that the two of you had a lot of catching up to do. The last time you’d spoken, Wendy had just found out that she was pregnant and Jax was a little messed up about it all. Since then, the crank whore you’d despised from the word ‘go’ had almost killed her baby, had to have a premature c-section and had been shipped off to rehab for what felt like the hundredth time. The baby was due home any day now, and his name was Abel.
“That’s a beautiful name, Jax,” You said. “I can’t wait to meet him.” “I’m going to the hospital later on, you should come with me. I’m sure Tara will be surprised to see you.” “Tara?” “She had the same idea as you, apparently. She’s moved back into her Pa’s old place.” “Shit, I didn’t even know,” You leaned against your bike, which Jax was inspecting while he filled you in on everything you had missed, which was clearly a lot. “Haven’t spoken to her in a couple years.” “Yeah, no shit. You basically fell off the face of the earth.” You folded your arms. “I needed space.” “And now?” “It gets lonely up in the Rockies.” Jax laughed. “So you made your fortune and now you’re back in Charming. What’s next?” You lit a cigarette and offered one to Jax. He took one from the carton and gestured for your lighter. “No idea. Maybe I’ll write a book about Charming.” “The amount of shit that’s been happening, you won’t be short of ideas,” Jax took a drag of his cigarette and crouched down to take a closer look at your bike. “This must have set you back a pretty penny. When you left, you were on a piece of shit Street Rod.” “She wasn’t a piece of shit,” You frowned. “Me and Ope fixed her up, she ran just fine.” “I’m surprised she didn’t give up on you halfway to Denver.” “It’s still in my garage,” You told him defensively. “When the rest of my shit gets shipped down here, she’s coming with.” Jax rolled his eyes and smiled. “Always the sentimental one.”
Opie pulled into the lot in his truck, a black and white bandanna keeping the sweat from dripping down his face. He was dressed casually in jeans and a flannel shirt and he was covered in sawdust, presumably from the job that Jax was telling you about (the job that was making him miserable) but you ran at him anyway, squealing in delight when he picked you up. Jax might have been your brother by family connection, but Opie was your brother too. You and him spent the same amount of time together growing up than you did with Jax, maybe even more, and he had taught you pretty much everything you knew about bikes.
“God, I missed you,” You sighed. “It’s been too long.” “Yeah,” He scoffed, setting you down. “And whose fault is that?” “Mine,” You said sheepishly. “But I’m back now. Back for good.” “Get bored of Colorado?” “Nah, I just missed my brothers.” Opie softened and put an arm around your shoulders. “That yours?” He asked, gesturing to your cherry red bike. “Yup.” “Talk about an upgrade.” Jax smirked. “I was just sayin’ the same thing,” He said.
You spent the next hour talking about bikes and everything else you’d missed with Jax and Opie, blissfully unaware of the passing of time. Opie had to get home to see Donna and the kids, so you and Jax headed to St Thomas’ to see the baby. You also suspected that it was to get you out of the way so Gemma could organise a little homecoming for you at the Clubhouse - true SOA style - but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Abel was dozing in his bassinet, and the first thing you noticed when you entered the room was his blue Sons of Anarchy hat. “Start them out young,” You said.
“Exactly.”
Jax picked him up and handed him straight to you. You were taken aback by his tiny, perfect features and they way they resembled Jax’s. You sat down in the rocking chair and adjusted him in your arms so that he was more comfortable, and he stirred slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at you curiously. Your chest ached slightly and you couldn’t explain why since you had never really given kids a second thought before.
“Y/N?” Your head snapped up. Tara Knowles, your best friend throughout high school, was standing in the doorway holding a milk bottle and a clipboard. You had to admit, that uniform looked good on her. “Hey, Tara. Long time no see.” She looked to Jax and then back to you. “What are you doing here?” “Thought it was about time I came home. I could ask you the same question, doll.” She handed you the bottle and you smiled down at Abel who took it willingly. “There’s a good boy.” You didn’t miss the anxious glance she shared with Jax, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later. “I came to sort out my dad’s house, but I think I’ll stay put for a while.” “Me too.” “We should go for drinks.” “I’d like that.” “You should stop by the Clubhouse later,” He told her. “I think there’s gonna be a welcome home party for Y/N.” Tara nodded. “Sure, yeah. I’ll stop by after work.” You flashed her a grin. “I’ll see you then, Doctor.”
She left you and Jax to it, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t seen her since she split for Chicago when you were just teenagers, which had been just as hard on you as it had on Jax but for different reasons. Growing up with guys meant that your friendship with Tara was respite, a way to get away from the chaos for a while, and you had felt the sting of her absence every single day up until you split too. You doubted you’d ever forgive her for it, and it was clear that she knew that.
“Go easy on her,” Jax warned. “She’s had a rough few weeks.” “Yeah? I had a few of those myself when she up and left without a warning.” “You can talk, Y/N.” “Hey, that was different.” “Not that different.” “I’m sorry, Jax.” “I know. We don’t need to talk about it, it’s in the past,” He ran his fingers through his hair that was in desperate need of a cut. “There’s somethin’ I wanna ask you.” “Uh-oh.” “It’s not bad, I promise.” “Go on then.” He crouched down next to the chair and let Abel wrap his tiny hand around one of his fingers. “I was wonderin’ if you’d be his godmother.” You froze. You were at a loss for words. “Really?” “There’s nobody else I’d trust to take care of him,” He said. “But you gotta promise that you’re sticking around this time.” You leaned over and kissed Jax’s forehead. “I promise, Jackson. I promise.”
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By the time you got back to the Clubhouse, the party was already in full swing. You could hear the music from outside and it sounded like Gemma had invited every single person that had ever spoken two words to you. When you and Jax stepped in, the whole room erupted into cheers; there was a huge banner strung above the bar that looked like it had been made by Tig which read ‘Welcome Home Y/N’ in big, bold letters and you’d barely taken three steps when Juice pressed a drink into your hand. Clay put an arm around your waist and led you further into the crowd and you consequently spent the next hour and a half catching up with people you hadn’t seen since you left Charming.
Luann had cornered you and was telling you all about her business, trying to tempt you into starring in one of her movies. You couldn’t quite believe that she was trying this with you, but she insisted that you had the perfect body and face for it. When Happy came over and offered to get you another drink, you practically fell into his arms in an attempt to get away from her.
“Thanks for rescuing me, Happ.” “Looked like you needed it.” “You have no idea.” He unscrewed a beer for you and then got one for himself. “Still with Tacoma?” “For now. Thinking of going Nomad.” “No shit?” “Ma’s real sick, I need to be closer to her just in case, you know?” “Sorry, Happ,” You rested your head on his shoulder. You’d always gotten along well with Happy, even though he’d only just patched in when you left. “You know Clay will always have a seat for you at his table.” “Yeah, I know.” “And there’ll always be a seat at mine for you too, if you ever wanna talk.” He smiled. “Thanks, Y/N. It’s good to have you back.”
Happy left you at the bar and you downed your beer; you were in need of some liquid courage tonight. Tara had just walked in and was talking to Jax in the corner, so you didn’t want to bother them. Opie was nowhere to be seen, so you went and sat on one of the leather couches with Bobby, Tig and Chibs.
Tig pulled you into his lap. “Y/N! Where’ve you been, darlin’?” “Got cornered by Luann. She told me I have the perfect face for porn.” Bobby and Tig burst out laughing. “If ye ask me, that’d be a waste,” Chibs said. “Don’t tell Clay she said that,” Bobby chuckled. “He’d have Luann’s head.” “She’s not wrong, though.” You smacked Tig around the back of the head. “Fuck you, Tigger.” Chibs also smacked Tig, but significantly harder. “Yeah, that’s no way to talk to a lady,” He growled. You flushed. “Thanks, Chibsy.”
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Gemma and Clay were sitting at the bar, watching you with Tig, Bobby and Chibs. As happy as she was that you were home, Gemma didn’t believe for a second that you’d come back to Charming because you were homesick. She knew you too well and as soon as she’d seen you sitting at the bar, three whiskeys deep at two in the afternoon, she knew that something wasn’t right. When she’d told Clay, he’d agreed. You’d sounded off on the phone the last few times he’d checked in and he’d known that it would only be a matter of time before you showed up.
“What do you think happened?” Gemma asked. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.” “If she’s gonna tell anyone, it’ll be Opie.” Clay narrowed his eyes when Tig pulled you into his lap. “Yeah.” “Whatever it is, I’m glad she’s home.” Clay kissed his wife’s cheek. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
They were right of course, it wasn’t just homesickness that had sent you back to the worn streets of Charming, although that was part of it. Your time in Colorado had, for the most part, been an amazing and transformational experience, but the last couple of years had thrown you some unexpected curveballs which had ultimately sent you packing. In time, you’d come clean about all of this with your family, but tonight you were just more than happy to be home.
I’ve noticed that Sons of Anarchy tends to lack diversity in women within the club. They’re all white and thin. The only person to get with a bigger girl is Bobby and, frankly, that’s only because he’s big. And I don’t remember any of the guys getting with a black woman except Chibs.
On the plus sized thing, you might be thinking I’m only complaining as a plus sized girl myself. While I am upset that plus sized girls don’t get much representation on TV, (we are just now starting to admire bigger girls in the spotlight) that’s not entirely the case.
I am someone who likes everything to be realistic if you’re gonna base a TV show on thing that are totally realistic. As a plus sized girl in the dating world I can tell you all kinds of guys love big girls. It’s not just fat guys.
I’ve talked to muscular, chubby, short, tall, in between. I’ve even dated a guy who I outweighed by over a hundred pounds. It’s not just fat guys.
I’m not saying that every guy should love fat girls. I know that there’s difference of opinion. And because there’s difference of opinion, not every guy in the club with the exception of a couple are all gonna be obsessed with thin girls with big boobs and white skin smothered in fake bake (not saying they’re ugly. They can be gorgeous at times). That’s just not how it works. Men I know in real life have a variety of taste.
As a fan of Kozik and Chibs, I would have loved to see them with plus sized girls. Hell, I even have fanfic with Chibs dating a plus sized girl and I’m even considering one with Kozik. I am a bit happy that maybe Bobby would find me attractive, it still sucks to see a lack of diversity.
This has been a little long but that has been on my mind for a bit :)) I’m not calling any body type or race ugly. There are multiple races and body types that are just so gorgeous. It hurts to see media focus on only one.
