Chapter 2

The six and a half hour flight, for the most part, was boring and uneventful. The child services representative slept the majority of the flight. And when she wasn't sleeping, she was going on and on to Rayden about how meeting her father and going to live in Charming was going to be good for her. According to the representative, Charming was a rather peaceful community. Which to Rayden, meant the town was going to be the equivalent of Mayberry. After years of living above a pub, Rayden wasn't used to peaceful. She had seen her share of bar fights when she had to walk through the pub to get to the apartment. Even when she started doing some filing for Mr. Healy, she would still see the fights from the office on the security camera. To say she wasn't looking forward to seeing the town of Charming would be an understatement. But, she didn't have much of a choice. With her mother gone, her father was the only family she had left. Her grandparents on her mother's side had passed away when she was very young. She didn't really remember them. Except for the salt water taffy they would bring her when they would visit from North Carolina.

When they arrived to Charming it was four in the afternoon. The garage that her father worked at was still open for at least another hour. Ms. Milne, the child services representative, thought it would be a good idea to head straight to the garage, instead of heading to a hotel and dealing with things in the morning. Rayden was fine with it at first. The sooner they got things over with the better. But that feeling of it being fine went away when they pulled into the parking lot. It was replaced with a feeling of dread, anxiousness, and worry. What if he didn't believe her? What if he refused to take her in? These thoughts swam through her head as Ms. Milne told her to wait by the car after they got out. She watched as Ms. Milne walked up to a guy, who pointed at a door that Rayden assumed was the office. Once Ms. Milne walked into the office, Rayden took a look at her surroundings. To one side of the garage was a building that her mother had called the club house. There were picnic tables and a boxing ring out front. In front of the club house were a row of motorcycles. She briefly wondered which one belonged to her father before she saw Ms. Milne following an older lady, who looked really upset into the club house. Figuring it would be awhile before they came out of the building, Rayden pulled out her ipod, walked to the back of the car and hopped up onto the trunk of the car. She knew a few of the people that were around were staring, wondering what was going on, but she didn't care. She just put her headphones in and pressed play. She leaned back against the back windshield and waited for Ms. Milne to come back out as Flo Rida's Wild One started playing on her ipod.

Meanwhile in the club house:

Gemma Teller-Morrow was a woman on a mission as she walked into the Samcro club house looking for the one person who apparently had fathered a child he didn't even know about. When Ms. Milne had walked into the office and told her about the kid, she was shocked. She was even more shocked when she was told who the father is. Leave it to him to think more about getting laid than being safe about it. She really wondered where his head was at most of the time. She shuddered just thinking about it. Knowing where that man's mind was would be like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from. She finally found him in one of the dorm rooms fast asleep on the bed. She picked up a magazine that was laying on the floor and threw it at his head, hitting him in the middle of his forehead. He jumped up and looked at the two ladies.

"What the hell, Gem? You couldn't have just woken me up like a normal person?" He sat back down on the bed waiting for one of the two women to explain why he was so rudely woken up.

"No, jackass. Not when you go and knock up some tart." He looked at Gemma like she was insane, which most the time he thought she was.

"What are you talking about? I didn't get a girl pregnant….that I know of atleast."

"You knocked some little tart up 17 years ago. She left without telling you. Ms. Milne here can tell you more about it after you get up and get your ass out to the main room." The two women walked out of the room leaving him to wonder if what Gemma said was true or if he had suddenly stepped into the twilight zone.

It was about ten minuets later when he walked out to the main room. He saw Gemma and Ms. Milne sitting at one of the tables. He grabbed a beer and walked over to them, sitting down across from Ms. Milne.

"Ok, first off, did we sleep together?" Gemma rolled her eyes at him as he asked the question, while Ms. Milne shook her head no, "Ok, then what the hell is going on? Who did I apparently knock up?"

Ms. Milne looked at the gentleman in front of her. She wasn't sure leaving Rayden in his care was the best idea, but it wasn't for her to decide. He was her only living relative. She took a file out of her briefcase along with the letter Rayden's mother had left for him. She was hoping for Rayden's sake that this man didn't turn Rayden away.

"Sir, are you familiar with the name Lilliana Spencer?" She saw the wheels in his head turning as he tried to remember the name and the person. Slowly he nodded his head and indicated for her to continue. " Ms. Spencer is the mother of the child in question. She gave birth to your daughter, Rayden, on February 27th in 1991. On the birth certificate she named you as the father. Upon Ms. Spencer's death, a letter was given to Rayden explaining who you are and that you never knew about her. Ms. Spencer also explained why she never told you. Rayden, however, is refusing to say why Ms. Spencer never told you. Ms. Spencer also left a similar letter for you, which I have here." She handed him the letter which he took and put inside his leather vest.

"You are the only living relative that Rayden has. Ms. Spencer's parents both passed away when Rayden was young and never had another child after Ms. Spencer was born. You, sir, are the only thing that can keep Rayden from going to a foster home. We will be staying at the Charming Inn, room 108. You can give us your decision tomorrow." Ms. Milne didn't even give him a chance to ask any questions. She got up and started to head for the door.

He looked at Gemma confused and worried. "What do I do, Gem? I can't take a kid in. What am I supposed to do with a kid?"

Gemma looked at him with a face that could rival Happy's when he was ticked off. "Maybe you should have thought of that while you were screwing some girl. You do what is right. You step up and take responsibility for your kid. You screwed up, you deal with the consequences, but you are not letting that kid go into the foster system. We'll help you out as much as we can, but you have to taking responsibility."

He knew she was right. Even if he didn't want to admit it. He didn't want a kid. Wasn't sure how to deal with a kid, let alone one that was a teenager. He watched as Gemma walked out the door going after Ms. Milne. Gemma knew he would take the kid in. How could he not. You don't say no when Gemma tells you to do something. Not without consequences at least. He took the letter out of his cut and opened it. He recognized the hand writing the minuet he opened it. It was the same hand writing that left the note on his pillow all those years ago saying goodbye.

Mon Cher,

If you're reading this, it means I'm no longer living and you have found out about Rayden, our daughter. I know you must be angry at not being told, but please understand I did what I thought was best for our child. The war with the Mayans was just starting up and it was already becoming very bloody. I feared for our child's life. Please, don't blame her. She is innocent in all this. I don't regret running. What I do regret is that you missed out on so much. I have always loved you, even when you tried to push me away cause you thought I deserved better. But you were wrong. You are the one who deserved better. You deserved someone who didn't run away or never kept your child from you. I never meant to hurt you and I hope that one day you will forgive me. Please take good care of our little girl. She is the one thing we ever got right. I love you and her with all my heart.

Forever yours,

Lilliana

He folded the letter up and put it back in his cut. He was angry at her for keeping this a secret. Angry for running away, for not trusting him to protect them. He would have died for them. When things with Lilliana began he knew that it was stupid. That they would never work out, but he fell for her anyway and she for him. The relationship wasn't the best of relationships, but it was theirs and that was all they needed. Making his decision, he stood up and walked out the club house doors.

He saw Ms. Milne standing there talking to Gemma. He quickly walked up to them and without giving either one a chance to talk he spoke, "I'll take the kid in. I may not be the best dad in the world, but she is my kid. I'll take her in and give her a home."

Gemma smiled and gave him a hug as Ms. Milne nodded her head in understanding. "Well then, lets go introduce you to your daughter." Ms. Milne turned towards her car and led them to where Rayden was laying against the back windshield of the car. He watched as Ms. Milne tapped her on the shoulder and she sat up, pulling the headphones out of her ears. She looked up at him and that was when he knew for sure that this was his kid. There were no mistaking those eyes. The were just like his. The same striking shade of blue.

Rayden looked at Ms. Milne and the two people with her waiting for one of them to speak. It was Ms. Milne that broke the silence, "Rayden, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Morrow and your father, Alex Trager."

A/N: Another chapter down. Thank you so much for the reviews. Kudos to those of you who guessed Tig as the father. I'm planning on a Rayden/Son pairing for later chapters, but I'm not sure who yet. I do have it narrowed down to 3 though. Either Chibs, Juice, or Happy. May put up a poll and let ya'll decide. Anyways, Thanks again for the reviews and the follows. As a writer, I really appreciate the feed back, even any flames which will be used to roast marshmallows for s'mores.

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