Blair Owens stared outside the taxi cab window watching the rain fall.
"Mam?" Blair contributed to watch the rain hit the ground.
"Excuse me, mam we are here." The driver repeated a little louder this time.
She checked back into reality. "Oh I'm sorry." She smiled and gave him a healthy tip. The man helped her get her bags out of the trunk and drove off leaving Blair in front of the hotel she'd had reservations at.
She walked inside.
"Good evening mam." A young woman at the front desk smiled. Blair looked at the clock and read 2:00AM, she wondered how someone could be so cheery this late working the night shift.
"Good evening, I have reservations under the name Blair Owens."
"Oh yes. Welcome to Charming Miss Owens. What brings you here?"
Like she could even begin explaining... She made up some silly lie that she was here on business.
She made her way up to her room and immediately crawled into bed. She closed her eyes, her thoughts got the best of her just like they always did right before she fell asleep. She thought about her mother and father hoping she would be making them proud doing just what they wanted her to do.
She prayed to a god she wasn't quite sure she believed in and begged him to help her do what she came here for. Finding her birth parents.

Gemma Teller Morrow looked at her husband who was fast asleep next to her and leaned over and kissed him on the lips. She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, her normal morning routine... Coffee was a necessity.
Clay woke up patting the spot next to him finding it empty, he knew exactly where his wife was.
He stood in the doorway and stared at the love of his life. He walked over to her.
Gemma felt the familiar arms of her husband wrap around her. She closed her eyes taking in his familiar scent. She turned around still in his arms and cupped his face in her hands.
"Good morning baby."
"Good morning gem." He leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Clay sat at the table while Gemma fixed both their cups of coffee. She sat his cup down in front of him.
"Thank you baby."
"Your welcome." She took a sip of her coffee. "The boys are coming over today."
"Oh, you watching them?"
"Yeah, Tara's got a surgery. She's gonna drop them off by the club later and I'm going to bring them back here."
"You have fun grandma." Clay put emphasis on the word grandma knowing it made Gemma feel old but secretly she loved it.
She blushed. "Oh shut it grandpa."
She protectively put her arm around him and kissed his cheek.

Jax Teller walked into the family room. He smiled at the sight of his wife sitting on the floor playing with their boys.
She turned around and looked at him.
"Mornin darlin'."
Jax walked over and kissed his wife on the lips and giving his two boys kisses on their heads.
"What are you guys playing?"
"We're playing race cars daddy." Abel said excitedly.
"Vroom vroom!" Thomas threw the car across the room.
Tara smiled.
"Your moms watching the boys today. I'm going to stop by the club house later and drop them off."
"Boys you hear that? Your spending the day with grandma!"
Abel and Thomas looked up at their father.
"I like grandmas house. She gives me lots and lots of cookies."
"Me too." Thomas repeated.
Jax and Tara couldn't help but let a little laugh escape.
"Alright babe, I gotta go."
"Mr. VP have some important work to do today?"
He smiled and brushed her cheek with his rough hand.
"Always."
She kissed him on the lips.
"I love you." She looked into his eyes.
"I love you." He kissed her once more.
Jax kissed the boys on their heads and walked out the door. Tara heard the familiar sound of his Harley coming to life.

Blair took a deep breath. This was it. She parked her car outside of TM motor repair shop and gathered her thoughts. This had to be them. It had to. Blair's adoptive mother died when she was ten and her adoptive father died two years ago when she was just twenty years old. She made a promise to her father before he died that if anything happened to him she would find her birth parents and get to know them.
A few months ago Blair was searching through the last of her fathers things and found her birth certificate. Under mother it said "Gemma Teller Morrow" and under father it said "Clay Morrow." She found an address and before even thinking about it she headed to Charming.
Blair had dreamed about what her birth parents were like for years. Even as a little girl, she imagined her mom and dad were super spies who fought off bad guys and kept everyone safe.
Now she was sitting fifteen feet away from the truth and she honestly considered turning around and going back home to San Francisco.
She took a deep breath and put all of those thoughts in the back of her head as she started her car and pulled into the parking lot.

"Hey Gemma." Tara smiled at her mother-in-law.
"Hey baby." Gemma kissed Tara on the cheek. "Thanks for dropping them by here. Things have been so crazy the past few days."
"Oh no problem. It's right in the way to the hospital."
Gemma smiled at Tara, whom she considered a daughter, with pride. To be honest Gemma saw a lot of herself in Tara, but she kept that thought to herself knowing someone might take it in a negative way...
"Hi babies." Gemma picked up Thomas and kissed Abel's cheek.
"Hi grama." Thomas smiled up at his grandmother.
"Grandma! Guess what!"
"What baby?"
"My tooth is loose and mommy and daddy said that the tooth fairy might come!" Abel jumped around the room so proud of his loose tooth.
"Mommy can I go show chibs my loose tooth?"
"Sure baby."
Tara laughed as Abel ran over to chibs and juice and showed off his pride and joy.
Gemma stared out the window watching an unfamiliar silver Mercedes pull in.
"Alright so I should come by the house around 9 tonight to pick up the boys. They already ate lunch so they should be good for now but... Gemma?"
Tara watched as Gemma's eyes filled with tears.
"Gemma?"
She didn't say a word, she only continued to stare out the window.
Tara looked outside and saw Clay, with a similar look on his face, staring at a gorgeous young woman. She looked like she was in her 20s and was about 5'5 with perfect long brown hair and bright blue eyes, just like Clay's, and she was the spitting image of Gemma. She wore a tan blazer with tight jeans and black pumps, she looked like she'd just walked out of a magazine.
"Do you know her?" Tara put her hand on Gemma's shoulder.
"She's my daughter." Gemma said nearly a whisper.