Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.

This story will mainly take place between chapter 41 and the epilogue. Like I've said to some of you, I wouldn't want to keep all the goodies with marriage and pregnancy away from you. At the moment its planned to ten chapters and the time will run pretty fast in this one. There won't be much plot and mostly focus on Grace and Skip's life together. The POV will shift between several different characters as I sit fit to describe a situation.

As always, let me know if you have any questions.

Some of you have asked me if I plan on writing something of my own and I've actually published two chapters of my own story on fictionpress. There's a link from my fanfiction profile to that profile and the story as well. I'd love to hear your comments on that story as well. As far as I know you can log on to that page with the fanfiction account.

Chapter 1: Living with Grace

Ava was standing in the kitchen, preparing the meat for dinner when she heard the door open, angry steps in the hallway and then Grace was standing in the door. She knew that face, Grace was pissed, slightly sweaty and had clenched fists. She was obviously mid-fight and had walked all the way here. Biting her cheeks, Ava walked over to the fridge, took a beer and handed it to Grace.

"I'm guessing you've passed the straw age?" When Grace was a kid and ran to Piney after a fight with Hap, he always gave her a soda with a straw. All she did was shake her head and opened the beer.

"Is it domestic violence if it's the woman beating the shit outta the man?"

"Yes. At least if you're using a blunt or pointed object as help. Or shoots him." Ava looked at Grace, the fact that she didn't even reacted made her realize how bad this was. And watching her finish the entire beer at once and made Ava make a decision. "Take another one and get out on the porch, I'll be there in five minutes."

"Smokes?"

"On the table."

Once Grace was out she put the meat back in the fridge, turned off the oven and walked up the stairs to Lemmy's room.

"Lemmy, we're having pizza today, order in." She handed him cash.

"I though we were having steak?" He looked more confused than disappointed and Ava gave him a brief kiss.

"Your sister just stomped in and she's on the porch with beer, probably drinking and smoking like there's no tomorrow."

Lemmy chuckled. "Seriously, they've been living together for three months and it's like the fourth time."

"It's always hard in the beginning, before you get used to each other."

"Don't think Grace'll ever be easy," Lemmy muttered while he got his phone out.

She walked towards the door. "Call your dad too, ask him what he wants."

When she came out on the porch she sat down in the chair next to Grace's and took one of the cigarettes. They sat in silence, pressuring Grace had never been Ava's way with her and the fact that Grace sought out her and not Happy meant that she needed to calm down before she was ready to talk.

"Were you making a steak?"

"Yes. Lemmy is ordering pizza instead."

"Sorry. Guessing I won't be on dad's good side either now." Grace leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "I'm not good at this. It worked with Peter but I'm not good at... being a girlfriend."

"It takes some time to get those rough edges off, Honey."

"That's not it. I'm arguing with him like I argued with dad. I stop listening and yell before I storm out. That's not a great way to resolve things."

"No, it's not." Ava had seen it hundreds of times with Happy.

Grace lost it and screamed for a while before storming out. It was her way to deal with it and it had worked with Happy since he needed the break and opportunity to calm down as much as Grace did. It wasn't working that well with Skip since their fights were different, it just meant they never really dealt with anything and Skip needed to resolve things.

"I really try, mom. You know, to keep calm but I'm not much for keeping calm."

Ava laughed. "No, you're not. You explode all over the place."

"How do you do it? You're always calm." Grace finally turned to her and had a slight smile on her lips. "Dad says you're his soft, warm and calm woman. Don't see Skip ever saying that about me."

"Honey, I don't think he ever expected to be able to say that, or even wanted to. He wanted you and he knew what he'd get."

"It's just... he can make me as fucking pissed as dad can and at the moment I... think I'd punch him in the face if I saw him now even."

"What started it this time?"

"He was... annoying," Grace giggled. "I don't know. Can we not talk about it?"

"Sure." Ava took Grace's hand and squeezed it.

All Grace needed was time and she knew that. More importantly, Skip knew that and Ava was sure he'd be ok with giving her some, as long as she stayed in Charming while calming down.

-o0o-

Skip was at the clubhouse. When Grace stormed out he waited for a while to see if she'd come back. When she didn't he knew she was at Hap and Ava's so he decided for a break as well. When he walked into the clubhouse Hap was at the bar and laughed while shaking his head when he saw him. When Skip sat down, Hap looked at him.

"You owe me a steak dinner."

"What?" He had no idea what the man was talking about.

"Ava called of steak dinner to deal with your Old Lady, so you owe me a steak dinner."

Skip pointed at him. "Your daughter is a crazy fucking bitch sometimes, take it up with her."

"Sometimes?" Hap said while handing him a beer. "Most of the times. What was it this time?"

"I have no fucking idea. She exploded over a comment about her clothes being all over the place." It had just been a question, if she could put them in the wardrobes instead of leaving them everywhere. Hap laughed out loud for a long time. "Glad I can amuse you," Skip muttered.

"I'm more amused about you getting this shit and not me."

"Thanks." He glared at Hap who was still chuckling. When Tig joined in as well, despite obviously trying to stay out of it, Skip took his beer and went over to the couch and sat down next to Juice and Moby.

Three months of living with Grace had turned out to be a roller coaster. It was either great or fucking horrible. It was like that verse about a girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very good but when she was bad, she was horrid. That was Grace in a nutshell.

He kept drinking until he was piss drunk and decided it was stupid to even try to drive back home and got to bed at the clubhouse instead. It was probably better if he gave Grace until the next afternoon to calm down. She'd been so pissed and he'd said some nasty shit to her. Those things you tend to say in the heat of the moment that you regret the second they leave your mouth.

Once he got to the bed he basically passed out. While drifting off he was quite pleased that he'd managed to get out of his shoes at least.

He woke up when someone was pulling in him, being really fucking annoying. He tried to push them off so he could go back to sleep but they wouldn't stop.

"Fuck off!" he mumbled and turned around again.

That's when someone bit down in his ear. "You might get away with that once in a day but not twice."

He struggled to open his eyes. "Grace?"

Grace laughed when Skip almost tried to pry his eyes open with his fingers to look at her. He reeked of alcohol and according to her dad he'd gotten really drunk. She was just glad he was smart enough to not try to drive home like this.

"Yes. I'm trying to get you clothes off and if you help me I'll take of mine as well and get down next to you naked."

That did seem to get his attention and he was much more helpful. Once hers was off too she tried to pull down the cover which wasn't easy with him on it. She tried to move him away from it and accidently pushed him out of the bed.

"Fucking hell, Grace!" he yelled and she laughed.

"I'm sorry." She ran aournd the bed, still laughing and helped him up. "I'm really sorry but it's not like I can carry you around the way you do with me."

"No need to fucking push me." He got down in the bed again and pulled her with him. "I though you were still pissed at me."

"Maybe a little. Are you still pissed at me?"

"Too drunk to be angry," he mumbled and put his arm around her. "Can't be angry when you're naked."

"Go to sleep," she said and kissed his cheek. "I won't be angry tomorrow."

Zeke was at her parents house and she guessed that Skip would be very cooperative the next day, considering how drunk he was. She moved closer to him and he took a deep breath into her hair.

"I'm sorry, Beautiful. I shouldn't have called you a spoiled bitch."

"No, you shouldn't. And not an insufferable nagging cunt either."

"Definitely shouldn't have called you a cunt. I'm sorry."

"I said some bad things too."

"Yes you did." She felt him kiss the top of her head and she gave him a hug. "Still love you, Baby."

"Good. Sorry that I'm driving you crazy."

"I'll figure you out eventually."

"Figure what out?"

"How do deal with you." She had barely caught that last statement and not seconds later he snored.

She wondered what he mean with that, 'figure her out'.

-o0o-

Skip was on his back in the bed and Grace was next to him. They'd been living together for four months. They still fought and she still ran out and he was still trying to figure out how to make her shut up and listen to him. According to Hap there was no such thing, it was impossible. At the moment they weren't fighting. She was on his arm, fully dressed, reading a book and he was listening to music. And at the moment he wasn't trying to figure out how to make her listen, he was trying to figure out how to get her naked and on her hands and knees.

But Grace didn't like it when he interrupted her reading so he closed his eyes instead, planning for all the things he'd do to her later. Just as he was about to doze off he felt her turn and put her arm over.

"What the fuck are we listening to?"

"Dead Kennedy's."

They'd been up to Rogue River to get his stuff from there and he was rediscovering his music collection. He hadn't realized home much he missed a proper stereo and his music. It was safe to say that Grace wasn't crazy about his music though. Especially not the punk part of it despite quite a lot of it being from the late 20th century.

"Is he singing 'Kill kill kill kill kill the poor'?"

"Yes." He turned towards her and ran his hand up her back underneath her t-shirt. "Why don't you read your book and let me listen to music?"

"That's not fair. I hear your music but my book isn't bothering you."

"Kind of is."

She rolled up on top of him with a smile on her lips. He knew that smile and he was on the 'getting her out of her clothes'-mission again. "How's that?"

"I can make out with you while I'm listening to music but your book is getting your full attention." He kissed her. "So that makes it fair."

"Nope. If you're making out with me, I better have your full attention." She rubbed against him and he made sure she felt his hard-on by buckling it up towards her. "Is that me getting your full attention?"

"If you keep that up you'll have it soon."

Grace was pleased, it took her less then five minutes to get them naked and she was on all four. Skip was running his hand over her tattoo and she knew that was the main reason he wanted it on her back. To watch it while he was pounding into her.

She got up on her knees and put her arm around his neck. "Still like it?"

"Oh, yeah." He kissed her and his hand crept down her stomach. "You're all mine, Beautiful."

It didn't always end like this when she was reading and he was listening to music. Usually only when he listened to music that was so frantic it disturbed her reading and she had a sneaky feeling he had started to realize that.

-o0o-

Skip was clenching his jaws and looked at his crazy woman, standing in the middle of the kitchen with closed eyes and her hands over her ears.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" she yelled.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You so fucking childish sometimes," Skip yelled and he was pretty sure she could hear him even with her hands over her ears. "Listen to me!"

"Why?"

"Are you for real?"

What kind of a questions was that? Why? That was the main fucking problem with her, she got so pissed she didn't see the need for her to listen to anyone, she got so wrapped up in her own fuming anger and he hadn't been able to find any way to cool her down enough to get her to pay some fucking attention.

"Yes I am. I'm for fucking real and you're a nagging bitch."

Skip took a deep breath, his girl, his Old Lady, just called him a nagging bitch and she was still holding her ears. She was so pissed. He could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears. He joined his hands on his head and looked at her. She was actually stomping one foot on the floor and was still holding her ears. He tried to contain his laughter since that never made it better, quite the opposite in fact. But really, a few feet shorter and a set of tits less she'd look like a five year-old. She even had her eyes closed.

He smiled when it got to him. His Old Lady needed to cool off. Before he could changed his mind he walked up to her, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing? Stop it! Put me down." He laughed when he felt her hands hitting his ass. "Put me down!"

"In a second." He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and put her inside. He quickly got out and blocked her exit.

"Oh my fucking god you fucking fucker I'm going to kill you!" she screamed while she turned the water off and Skip was still laughing when he stepped inside and pushed her against the wall.

"Cooler?"

She dried her face and pushed her hair back. Glaring up at him and he caressed her face. Suddenly the shower was on again and he screamed while she was still staring him down.

"Are you?" she said with raised eyebrows.

He turned the heat up and kissed her. "A little," he mumbled between the kisses and soon she was responding.

Thirty minutes later they were naked in bed and Skip turned around to hold her.

"Never do that again," she growled.

"Hap told me there was no way of shutting you up once you got to that point. I'm gonna have to tell him he was wrong."

Grace laughed and gave Skip a kiss. She wasn't happy about what he'd done but it had ended a completely pointless fight that was quickly escalating to her running out again. Secretly she was a bit impressed but she would never in a million years admit it.

"Ok," she said and kissed his chest.

"Ok?"

"I'll come with you and play good little Old Lady."

That was what the fight was about. There was a meet in Utah and he wanted her to come with her. She'd been to a couple of those with her dad and knew it was extremely boring and just about showing off. Being arm candy for him to parade around wasn't really Grace's style but it was more about how he just came home and told her they were going, not even fucking asking.

"Like you had a choice," he said and kissed the palm of her hand. "You're my Old Lady and you do as I say."

"If you want to stay bullet free you better go easy on what you tell me to do." She knew he was joking and he'd probably figured out immediately what he'd done wrong. And it was kind of sweet that he wanted to show her off.

"So if a tell you to wear a short skirt and high heels?"

"You're crossing the line."

He laughed again. "I just want you there. Loads of Old Ladies are coming, even your mom and you'll have fun."

"Wanna show me off?"

"Yes. Wanna show that I have the hottest Old Lady." He turned around and grabbed her ass when he said it. "And Megan is coming, with Max."

Max was Megan and Tiny's son and Grace was already madly in love with him. He was super chubby, really happy and Megan always let her hold him as much as she wanted. He also had the best scent, Grace tended to walk around with her nose into the crook of his neck the entire time, just inhaling deeply.

"One condition."

"What?"

"No Dead Kennedy's, no LARD, basically no Jelly Biafra for two months."

"One month."

"Deal." She kissed him to seal it.