"Look, I ain't asking to be apart of your life, especially if you don't want me to be. But, uh, if you ever need anything... like a place to crash... I'll always welcome you with open arms." Clay Morrow said to his daughter awkwardly. The girl stared at him, her hazel orbs not leaving his blue eyes.

~SOA~

Wyetta Kattan is the secret love child Clay Morrow kept from his "brothers" of the outlaw group, Sons of Anarchy also know as SAMCRO. It's been three years since he last spoken to the girl, then out of the blew she shows up at his auto shop. One thing leads to another and everyone accepts her. Everyone except for Gemma. But something happened, Wyetta connected with someone, the girl connected with a goofball named Juan Ortiz, also know as Juice.

~SOA~

~August 20th, 1982 (approximately 4:24 a.m.) LIBERTY HOSPITAL, MISSOURI~

The woman laying down in the hospital bed was exhausted. She was in labor for nearly forty hours and it was finally over. She had her baby, after waiting eight months for her to arrive.

"Loretta, she's beautiful," her husband stated, bouncing their child gently in his arms.

"I know, she's everything I've always wanted." Loretta said tiredly with a sly grin. Her husband, David, smiled. When he glanced at the little girl in his arms, his smiled turned into a small frown. He knew what sense of infidelity his wife committed, his thoughts were only confirmed when he laid eyes on his-...Loretta's daughter.

"David?" Loretta softly called out. She could tell the man was in deep thought, the way his forehead would wrinkle and his eyes looked focused. "What's wrong?"

"You remember when you went to California with your friends for Christmas?"

Loretta froze, she knew what was coming next. The topic has been the cause of their marital problems since she announced her pregnancy. "Yes, I remember, it was eight months ago. How could I forget?"

"You," the man cleared his throat, "you sure you didn't get with anyone?"

Loretta looked away from him. "Positive."

David continued to stare at the honey skin tone the baby inherited. Something wasn't adding up. Her features resembled Loretta just barely. David shook his head. He was an African-American man with a complexion as dark as an espresso shot. His wife, Loretta, was two shades lighter than him. For his child to have nearly fair skin was mind blowing to him.

Loretta knew what he was thinking. "For the love of children on this earth, she was born two hours ago! You can't sit there and try to decide if she's yours or not. That's not fair to her...or to me."

"But you getting it on with someone else was fair to me?"

The new mother glanced at her husband darkly, "I told you... nothing happened in California. It was just me and the girls. I went to bars, yes. But I didn't get with anyone."

David scoffed, he knew better.

Loretta shook her head, "give me my daughter." The mother held her arms out for the infant, ready to cradle her against her chest.

"Yeah, your daughter," David said, gently laying the babe in his wife's arms. "I'm gonna head out for a while."

"Where are you going?" David ignored her, he continued to grab his jacket. "David, where are you going?" Loretta demanded to know. But the man paid her no attention as he made his exit out of the hospital room.

The mother sighed, a tear escaped her hazel eyes. Her gaze fell upon the sleeping infant. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry. I-I never meant for this to happen. Not saying I regret you, but I wish you were my husband's..."

~SOA~

~September 4th, 1983 (approximately 8:52 p.m.) HOME OF LORETTA DAVID UPDU~

"You can't do this!" Loretta shouted, following after her husband. David ignored her, he proceeded with his plans of leaving.

He gave it a year, and after twelve months, it was confirmed that Wyetta did not belong to him. He loved the child, sure, but she wasn't his. His wife cheated on him, and lied about it.

Wyetta's honey skin tone, her hazel eyes, her softly curled hair, it was more than enough proof. Loretta cradled the child so much that he couldn't get a DNA test earlier but he caught his in the shower one day, which gave him an opportunity to take salvia from the baby. After a week, the results were in, and Wyetta Lynn Updu was not his child.

"Please! David, I'm sorry. I am. Please! Don't do this."

"You fucked up, Retta!" David shouted, finally speaking to his soon to be ex-wife.

"Don't talk to me like that." The woman said sternly. Their eyes connected, she sighed. "I mean. I messed up, yes. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me that night."

"Oh I know what came over you."

"David.."

David wasn't interested in her pleading anymore. He gave her a chance to come clean before Wyetta was born. David pulled the gold band off his wedding finger, he gave it to her. "Do with it what you want. Sign the papers in the morning. Thanks."

Loretta was in tears at this point. "Please..."

"And, um, don't forget to change her last name...to your maiden name." David walked out the door. Leaving Loretta alone to care for her nearly 13 month old.

~SOA~

~JUNE 7th, 1991 (approximately 10:08 a.m.) CHARMING, California.~

"Try to crank the car up again," Clay Morrow, ordered one of the workers. He glanced over to his left to see Gemma Teller hugged up on her husband, John. Clay shook his head.

Little did John know, Clay's been hitting his wife for at least two years now. The thought of Gemma with anyone else was repulsive.

Gemma caught Clay's attention towards her, she smiled at him seductively, her way of saying that she wanted to see him later.

Clay smirked at that. The thought of getting his hands on Gemma again instantly made his day better.

"Hey, Clay. Telephone!" Another member of the SAMCRO group called out.

Clay rolled his eyes. He couldn't enjoy his day without talking to someone. "Who is it?"

"Some lady named Loretta? From, uh, Missouri?"

"What?" Clay said, his brows coming together in confusion. But out of curiosity, the man went inside to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Clay? It's Loretta." The smooth, feminine voice on the other end announced.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

"You don't remember me? Of course you don't. Listen, Clay, we have met before, nearly eleven years ago." The lady informed him. Clay was trying to figure out where she was getting at.

"Okay?"

Loretta sighed, "Long story short. We had sex. I got pregnant. You have a daughter."

Clay scoffed, "Lady, I ain't got time for your games."

"Wait, don't hang up! You-you told me that you found my Egyptian culture fascinating! And how I was different from regular... sweetbutts?"

It then dawned on Clay. "Mummy girl?"

Loretta rolled her eyes, "Yes, mummy girl. I was in town for the Christmas holiday."

"Wait. You weren't a sweetbutt?"

"No!" Loretta shouted through the phone. "I was not and will never be a sweetbutt. I have too much respect for myself."

"Yeah, so much respect that you ended up in my bedroom for the next two nights."

If Clay could see the mother in the other end, he'd see the hellish glare she was giving the phone. "Listen, I just wanted to let you know that you have a daughter. She's nine, will be ten soon."

"Why you calling now? I ain't giving you money."

Loretta was offended. "I don't want your money, Clay. She-she wanted you to know about her. And I promised that I would at least tell you."

"How you know she's mine?" Clay asked, getting more interested in the topic as the minutes went by.

"Because, it was either you or my ex-husband. Trust me, she's not his."

Clay sighed. This was some deep shit. He knew the mummy girl was half African and half Egyptian, which was okay for a night or two. But for her to bare his child, that's a different story. He wasn't a genius when it came to genetics but what if the child resembled more of an African rather than white. How could he present her to his crew?

"Did you get the pictures I sent?"

"What pictures?" Clay asked.

Just then, one of the workers came in the room with an envelope in his hand. "Hey, Clay, mail..." Clay quickly opened the small envelope to see pictures of a little girl. Picture dating back to when she was an infant til now. Seeing the child washed this sense of parental care over the man. Her loosely curled hair, her hazel eyes, her cheery smile...she was perfect.

"So, uh, she's my kid..."

"Yeah," Loretta replied. "Just wanted to let you know. So, um, guess I'll let you go."

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Clay said before the mother could hang up. "Where ya staying? I, uh, I think I want to see her."

Loretta was quiet for a moment, she wasn't sure if she should allow this man into her home, to start a relationship with her child. But then again, she was his child as well. "Missouri. We live in Missouri."

~SOA~

~DECEMBER 12th, 1996 (approximately 1:12) HOME OF LORETTA WYETTA KATTAN~

It was midday, Wyetta knew her mother was making her daily grocery store runs at this point. So, who in the hell could be knocking on the door?

The young teen placed the ice pack, that rested on her face, on the table and made her way to the door. She opened to see a man, sliver hair and biker get up. She looked past him to see a motorcycle, specifically a Harley.

"Nice ride. 1989 Harley, custom made, I see." The teen said. The man, known as Clay, raised his brow.

"You know bikes?"

The girl shrugged. "My mom won't let me have one, so, yeah. She keeps telling me it ain't lady like."

Clay grunted, he was impressed. She knew who the girl was, she didn't look too different from the pictures he received years ago. She was only taller and more mature looking.

"You give yourself that shiner?" Clay asked, taking notice of the bruising under her left eye. The teen shook her head.

"Nah, got in a fight. Some girl talked too much." Wyetta quickly explained. "I don't like to do a lot of talking."

The silver fox nodded, "There's blood on your sweater."

"It's not mine." Wyetta said indifferently.

Clay smiled proudly, the girl had guts, that's a good thing. "Listen, kid, I'm looking for your mom."

"She ain't here, obviously. She should be back within the next few minutes though. It's just you out there?"

Clay nodded. Suddenly, a familiar '89 Impala pulled up in the driveway. Loretta stepped out of the car to see a familiar face at her door step. She pulled her sunglasses away from eyes. "Clay?"

~SOA~

"What are you doing here?" Loretta said, passing her one night stand from many years ago a beer.

"I was heading close to the area. I thought I'd see you. Glad you still live here."

"Was thinking about moving." Loretta said, laughing to herself.

Wyetta had her bedroom door open, she could hear their conversation from upstairs.

"So, uh, my old lady don't know I'm here. She don't know about the kid."

"Okay?" Loretta replied. "And?"

"I don't know, Retta. I had my doubts at first. But seeing her in person, getting a glimpse of her personality...there's no denying it."

"She's a pain in the ass, yeah. She acts like a boy sometimes, but she has heart. She's the kindest girl I know. Smart too."

"Kind, huh? What happened to her face?"

Loretta sighed. "She's not really liked by her peers. Mainly because she's different. Like I told you, she's smart. Really smart. Like, child prodigy smart."

"Hmm."

"Clay, she's in high school. She skipped two grades. She'll be graduating in two years."

Clay's ears perked up at the mention of his daughter's intelligence. "You're shitting me, right?"

The mother shook her head. "No, I'm serious. She's really smart. One of the reasons why others don't like her."

"Wow."

"Yeah," Loretta laughed. "You've missed a lot...that's mostly my fault."

His beeper started going off, signaling that he needed to leave. "Listen, uh, give the kid my number. I wanna stay in touch. I gotta head out."

Within seconds, he was gone. Wyetta watched him ride off as she stared out the window.

~SOA~

~April 17th, 2000 (approximately 8:21 a.m.) HOME OF WYETTA KATTAN~

Wyetta moved all of her mother's belongings to the storage room. It's been a tough year with Loretta battling a serious case of breast cancer, in the end...breast cancer won.

The young girl cried. And she cried. She was officially alone. She only had her mom. The man she grew to know as her dad barely answered her calls.

The neighbors constantly reminded her of how much she looked like her mother, it was annoying. She was grieving and losing the one person she was close to hurt her.

There was a knock at her door. Wyetta sighed, she hoped it wasn't a neighbor with another casserole, she couldn't handle more over cooked dishes. The young girl opened the door, ready to decline more food.

Then her eyes captured his appearance. The silver hair, the biker clothes, the earring in one ear. It was him. It was Clay Morrow.

"Uh...Dad?"

"Hey, kid. I, um, I heard about your mom. I came out as soon as I could."

"It's been two weeks. There's no funeral for you to attend. If you want, you can go by her grave. She's buried on Lincoln Rd." Wyetta mumbled before attempting to close the door. Clay placed his hand between the space, somewhat forcing his way inside.

"Listen, bud, I know you don't want to see me."

"Wrong. I wanted to see you. You didn't want to see me." Wyetta said, making her way into the kitchen. "Since you're here...want a casserole?"

Clay sighed, "I have a busy life, Yetti. I have an old lady, and a stepson."

Wyetta chuckled, "Yeah, and you also have a daughter. A daughter that you don't include in your laugh."

"You act like I've known about you for long."

"Nine years! You've known about me for nine years."

"Nearly nine." Clay corrected.

"That doesn't matter." Wyetta said with a scoff. "I've done my part. I reached out to you."

"I'm here now, ain't I?" Clay retorted. "You got me lying to my brothers, they think I'm meeting a business partner."

"Brothers?" Wyetta asked.

"Motorcycle club."

Wyetta smirked, "Ma use to tell me your were some petty biker thug."

"You mama use to say a lot of things." There was a pause between them. A lot of unspoken words that needed to be said. Honestly, Clay didn't know who this girl was. He knew that she was his kid and she was smart. He wanted to know more, but he couldn't create the relationship he wanted.

"Look, I ain't asking to be apart of your life, especially if you don't want me to be. But, uh, if you ever need anything... like a place to crash... I'll always welcome you with open arms." Clay Morrow said to his daughter awkwardly. The girl stared at him, her hazel orbs not leaving his blue eyes.

She nodded. Silently thanking him for his offer for the comfort he awkwardly showed her. Suddenly, his cellular device started playing an obnoxious ringtone. Clay sighed, looking at his feet, knowing he'd have to leave her alone...again.

Clay gave her a hug, before leaving.

Wyetta stood there for a moment, thinking about maybe visiting good ole Charming, California. It would give her the opportunity to know more about her dad. The young girl smiled at her thoughts.

Maybe she'll visit. Just maybe.

~SOA~

~SUMMER OF '03 (CHARMING, CALIFORNIA)~

Her brown hair flew around her face as she rode her way into town. She was aware that she wasn't wearing a helmet, honestly, she preferred it that way.

Her jean shorts, white tank top, along with her leather jacket was her since of style. As soon as she entered the town of Charming, she quickly noticed the people staring at her as she rode down the street, as if they never seen a biker girl.

Wyetta simply smiled at them all. Occasionally, she would blow her bubblegum into a bubble before popping it with her lips instead of smiling.

She revved her bike before making her way into Teller-Morrow Automotives.

~SOA~

"The prospect, Juice, you all trust him?" Clay asked causally as they worked a car while Juice went to gather more tools.

"I trust him with my life. And I'm not saying that because I'm his mentor," the Scotsman said.

"The kid could bring a lot to the table. Even though he's an idiot." The man with dark hair and piercing eyes said.

Clay nodded, gathering in their opinions. "I might bring this up at the table. You two would vote him in?" They nodded in unison. "Hey prospect!"

Just as the prospect started walking over, a loud sound of a motorcycle entered the yard.

The person on the bike parked, it was obvious to be a girl. And she was a beauty. Caught everyone's attention.

As Tigs, one of the SAMCRO members, started to whistle at the girl. Complimenting her. The mysterious lady turned her head, looking past Tigs and smiling at Clay.

Clay knew that smile from anywhere. "Ah, shit."

"What? You know that piece of beauty?" The Scotsman asked, taking notice of Clay's reaction.

"She a sweetbutt?" Tigs asked, hoping the answer was yes.

Clay groaned internally, the thought of his daughter being a sweetbutt was the grossest thing he ever imagined. "No...she's...she's..."

"Hey, dad!" She shouted, making her way over to him. The men all bucked their eyes. Even the men on the other side of the lot.

"She's my kid."

~A/N~

HEY! I just wrote this little piece just to get a feel of it! I'd love to know y'all opinions! If you would like for me to continue this story, please let me know. There's a lot I could bring to the table. I just need guidance. Also, yes, if I continue to write...it will become a canon to the show.

Questions?