It was a rare quiet day at the Teller-Morrow Garage. As many of the men worked inside the garage, the clubhouse was filled with the sounds of toddlers running around. "Watch out for y/n, boys!" Bobby called out. The two boys slowed as the ran around 1 year old Y/n, who reached out to catch the boys. The laughter of the three grew louder as y/n tried to keep up with the boys. Their feet carried them from the kitchen into the main room. Bobby shook his head and went to gather what he needed to prepare and bake for y/n's upcoming birthday party.
A sudden cry drew Bobby's attention away from the baking ingredients set before him. Rushing into the room, little y/n was red faced as she wailed loudly. Jax and Opie were kneeling on either side, petting her hair and kissing her cheeks and forehead. "What happened?" The boys looked up, their eyes widening as they started rambling on about y/n running and tripping, landing on her face. Bobby held out his hand to quiet them. Why he was left alone with the three children while expecting him to get the birthday cake done was beyond him. "C'mere angel" he cooed as he lifted the girl into his arms. He rocked her gently as he looked her over, noticing a small red spot on her cheek and forehead. "It's alright darlin'. No need for those tears." y/N's wails slowly turned o small sobs as she clutched her father's leather kutte. "We're sorry unca Bobby. We didn't mean to hurt her," Jax and Opie's small voices tugged at Bobby's heart. He knew that these three were going to grow up and be trouble together and that they wouldn't hurt her. "It's alright boys. Gotta remember that y/n is smaller and still learning to walk and run. She's gonna need help and you two to slow down for a while," he sighed. "How bout you two help make her birthday cake to make it up?" Jax and opie both ran towards the kitchen, loudly discussing the colors and size of the cake to celebrate y/n turning followed closely behind the excited boys and put y/n in her playpen. "Alright boys, we got lots of work to do. Go wash your hands!"
As Opie and Jax ran off, Bobby went back to gathering what he needed and pulled out small aprons for the boys. Y/n stood, her tiny fingers holding onto the edges of the play pen and giggled. "Daddy! Cheese?" Bobby looked back, a large smile on his face. "You want some cheese?" Y/n nodded quickly and reached her hand out. "Please? Cheese?" Bobby laughed as he walked over to the fridge. If there was one snack he knew would occupy Y/n, it was cheese. With the boys' hand washed and an apron on each, Bobby pulled up stools and sat them down. "Alright Opie, you're in charge of helping me stir. Jax, you're going to help me pour everything. Ok?" Bracing himself for the mess that was sure to follow, Bobby dove right into having the boys help him.
Hours later, Gemma finally returned to the clubhouse for the boys. She stopped in her tracks and slowly made her way over to the bar to get her camera. In the middle of the couch, Bobby was fast asleep, little y/n was sprawled over his chest. His arms were wrapped around Jax and Opie, who were passed out on either side of him, their tiny arms thrown over y/n. All four were covered in flour and chocolate. Glancing over at the table, Gemma noticed three cakes. A larger one obviously made and decorated by Bobby, and two smaller cakes. "Smaller ones are from the boys, they did good." Bobby mumbled as he adjusted on the couch with the children, his eyes still closed but a smile across his face. Gemma smiled down at the three cakes. "Happy Birthday" barely legible across the smaller ones.