Ok dear readers! Here's the revised chapter two! I hope you are enjoying them!
Just because I almost always forget to state this I'll state it here and now. I do NOT own Sons of Anarchy. I sadly don't own Jax. I only own Kinsey and Skye.

Tryphyna

'Hi, um, honestly I don't know what to say beside; um I'm your daughter.'

I start to bite my lip again. Stupid brain that is absolutely NOT the way I wanted this to go. I look down at my feet, not wanting to see his reaction. There is no way to back pedal from that. Ugh, why, why, why! That was the perfect way to introduce myself to my father, not. Should I have written a letter letting him know I was coming? No, there was no way for me to know if he would get it before I arrived. I look up through my eyelashes at my father, he was stunned, and then I looked into his eyes, into the eyes I look into every time I look into my own. He had unshed tears threatening to spill out. All of the emotions that I felt were swimming through his eyes. Hurt, longing, fear, and there just barely visible was hope. That same little spark I knew was reflected in my eyes.

I'm terrified that he'll send me away. I can't go back, I'll never go back. I'll make American work for me just like he did. Why couldn't I find happiness here? There was none for me back where I grew up. I would make this work for Skye. She deserved so much more than what I received growing up. She would always have the very best that I could get her.

I'm thinking about my escape. How do I leave here with my dignity intact? While I'm planning I'm surprisingly engulfed in a hug. I smell the scent of a summer's day right after it rains in the country. This is my father. My father smells like home, not the house I was raised in, not the home I always wanted but was denied. After being strong for 19 years, I broke down in his arms; finally I had someone to comfort me. Being denied comfort for so long and finally receiving it was my dream. No one had ever really cared if I was sad or hurt. Sure I had friends but no one close, how could I explain a druggy mother who didn't care about me? By the time I was four I knew how to scavenge for my own food in the kitchen, not that there was ever much there to eat.

After a few minute we compose ourselves and let go of each other. I notice that Gemma is slightly teary eyed behind us. She offers us the use of her office for some privacy. We are quickly enclosed in the small office. My father sits me and Skye in one of the chairs that are in front of Gemma's desk. He falls to his knees in front of us cradling one of my cheeks in a hand.

'Oh my lass, my beautiful lass,' he said looking deep into my eyes. 'Oh my Kinsey, I'm so glad to finally see you.'

'Dad, I am so sorry. I've wanted to know you for as long as I can remember. But she lied to me, always lies. She told me that you didn't want me. I only just found out that you did want me. I found a letter from you to her before she could hide it from me. I confronted her and she admitted everything. She's lied to us both for 19 years for her own gain. All of the money you ever sent to us went into her habits. I never knew you wanted me, I never knew, I never knew Dad.' I started to cry again out of frustration, all of the years and memories we missed because a junkie cared more about her next hit and not her flesh and blood. We missed out on years of happiness because of her.

'Kinsey, it'll be ok from now on. If I had known you needed me all of those years ago I would have moved heaven and hell to get to you. There is no need to ever worry about anyone hurting or using you ever again. You are here now and that's what matters most. Now who is this lovely lass that you are holding.' He said looking at Skye. I don't want to overwhelm him within the first hour but there wasn't any other way to go about it. Of course he had to know about his granddaughter.

'Dad I would like for you to meet Skye Finley Telford, your granddaughter,' I said lifting her up and handing her to him. His eyes lit up.

'Hello beautiful granddaughter. How are you my little spitfire?' Skye was a little apprehensive before settling down in her grandfather's arms.

Suddenly the door opened. 'Hey Ma, do you have the papers for, oh hi,' a guy with blond hair was at the door. I won't lie and say that I wasn't attracted, because let me just tell you I was.

'Jax, I'd like you to meet my daughter Kinsey and my granddaughter Skye,' Dad said standing up. I stood up as well. I placed my hand gently into Jax's outstretched one.

He gently squeezed my hand, 'It's nice to meet you Kinsey. My name is Jackson Teller, but everyone calls me Jax.'

I smiled up at him, 'Hi, I'm Kinsey Telford, Kinsey is fine. And the little one is my daughter Skye.' Who is this guy? Why did he have to look at me with eyes that look like they are almost undressing me? And who am I kidding? What guy would really want a teenage mother? I wasn't really anyone special.

He looked over at Skye, who was still in my dad's arms. He held out his hand for her to take, 'Hello Miss Skye. I can see why you named her that. Just look at those eyes.' He said smiling at my daughter.

'Aye, she has my mother's eyes,' my Dad said smiling down at Skye. I had always wondered where she had gotten her eye color. Now I knew.

Skye decided to let everyone know that something was wrong when she decided to fuss. I looked at my watch, which was still set to the time in Ireland. I winced when I realized how late it was. 'Sorry, she's probably hungry and tired. It's almost eight o'clock back in Ireland right now.'

'Come on my girls, I'll take you to home, to my house, to get settled. Jax if anything comes up, let me know,' Dad said leading us out of the office.

Jax followed us out to my rental. 'I'm very glad that I met you today Kinsey,' Jax said leaning against the driver's side door. Dad had put Skye into her car-seat but didn't know how to strap her in. I made quick work of the straps and shut her door.

'Ok Kinsey. Let me get my stuff and you can follow me to the house. It's not that far away. I'm sure I have something you and Skye can eat. If I don't, we'll figure something out,' Dad said before heading to the other building.

Jax stood back from the car door and opened it for me with a smile. Ok does he know that his smile is a weapon to any girl who likes guys? I smile back at him, 'It was nice to meet you too, Jax. I hope to see you again.'

'You will, I can promise you that,' he gave one last smile before walking towards the garage, probably looking for Gemma. I turned around and saw dad looking after him. He walked over to me.

'Ready to go, Kiddo?'

I threw my arms around his shoulders, 'Oh Dad! I hate that she kept us apart all this time.' I felt tears burning behind my eyes but I held them back.

He held me tightly, 'I know baby, but now we have the rest of our lives to make up for it. Come on, let's get you girls home.' He kissed my forehead before heading to his motorcycle. I got into my car and pulled out waiting for him to get in front of me to head to his house. I thanked God for this new start now it's my turn to find happiness. It's time to start a new life here.

Whoa Chapter 2 is now revised. I'm very happy with these revisions! I hope you are also enjoying the new chapters. I've added more than 300 new words to this chapter. Wow! Until next time,

Tryphyna