A/N: Thank you guys so much for the feedback on Chapter One! I will try and update as much as possible! I recently just switched jobs so that's why it's taken me so long!


Thomas walked around the side of the truck looking at Gemma as she walked towards the two of them. Gemma pulled the sunglasses off and looked at them "I heard you were coming back home" she said "Would have been nice if you had called your own mother" she added.

Thomas cleared his throat "Uh, yeah I was planning on that" he said. Truthfully, he had planned to call his mom and let her know he was moving back but he had just never gotten around to it. He looked down again "Sorry" he said simply.

The two of them hadn't left things on good terms, she was the first person he told that he was quitting SAMCRO. He had never explained way, just that he was leaving and he was going to LA with Ryker. Gemma, of course, hadn't been that happy about it. She wanted Thomas to stay in SAMCRO and be a part of the family but he just couldn't do it.

Gemma frowned as she looked between the two of them "So you're back for good?" she asked seeing them both nod "Took you two long enough to come home" she said. She looked at the truck "Are there any more surprises that I need to know about?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

Thomas watched her look into backseat of the truck "No, no more surprises" he said "I promise" he said. He sighed "I'm sorry mom, we just weren't sure how to tell you" he added. He honestly did feel horrible about the way he left and cut off his family, he missed them every day.

Once he left, he just didn't know how to come back. He had expected to be ignored, the last thing he expected was to have his mother waiting for him. He watched as Gemma stared at them, almost like she was trying to see if they would say anything else.

They all stood there in an awkward silence before Gemma finally broke it "We're doing dinner at our house tonight" she said "You're coming" she added not giving them a choice. Both Ryker and Thomas knew better than to try and fight Gemma. She put her sunglasses back on going towards her car "Six o'clock don't be late" she said climbing into her Cadillac.

The two of them waved as she drove away and Ryker looked up at Thomas"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be" she said. She and Thomas had talked about what would happen when he saw his family again, so far it was going better than they had hoped.

Her family was easy, it was just her mom. Her dad had been part of SAMBEL before his death. When he died, Ryker's mother moved the two of them to Charming thinking it would be easier away from all the tension between SAMBEL and the IRA.

Ryker leaned into Thomas again "Now for the fun part" she said "We get to unpack everything" she said. Thomas laughed and looked at the truck that was full of boxes.

"Yeah, it's going to be so much fun" he said sarcastically.


Ryker looked over at Thomas as they pulled up in front of Gemma's house. She was actually extremely nervous about this, she couldn't figure out why. It was everyone that she had known for most of her life but she felt like something was wrong. She grabbed Thomas' hand and squeezed it.

Thomas frowned at her "Are you okay?" he asked raising an eyebrow. He watched as Ryker knitted her brows for a second before nodding.

"Yeah, I'm fine" she said unconvincingly. She tried to climb out of the truck but he held onto her hand so she couldn't.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

She just shook her head "Nothing" she said simply trying to avoid his eyes. She knew she couldn't lie to him, he knew her too well. She sighed "I don't know, I just feel weird being back here in town" she said softly. She turned back to look at him.

"Everything will be fine babe" he said "I promise" he added. He let go of her hand and climbed out of the truck going around and grabbing her hand again as they walked towards the house. He looked at the bikes that were parked out front with a little bit of longing. He had always loved being around the motorcycles, it was just part of his blood. He knew his own Harley was probably still parked in Gemma and Clay's garage. He sighed and looked away from the bikes, motorcycles were in his blood, the violence that came from the club was not. He wanted to avoid anything about the club but they were his family.