Molly knelt down beside her son as the boy stared at the expansive selection of toys. They had gone to a little toy store downtown down the street from a barbershop called Lloyd's Barbers.

She did her best to push down any sense of guilt that she might have about not being able to afford the nicest gift for Abel Teller. Money was a little tight until she got her first paycheck in a few weeks.

She did her best to sound cheerful and not focus on this guilt as she spoke up. "So what do you think buddy? There sure are a lot of really cool toys to choose from."

Mason looked at her staying silent. She gave him a soft smile reaching out a placing a gentle hand on one of his cheeks.

She was beginning to worry about him. He was being so quiet. She wanted her happy little boy back.

She felt as though any problems he was having were all her fault. Letting him stay in such a toxic household for so long.

At least she had talked him into leaving his Spiderman action figure home today. Though to make up for it she had washed his favorite Spiderman T-shirt the night before and allowed him to wear it.

It was a shirt that looked like Spiderman's costume. The red and blue web pattern and the black spider on front.

He wore the shirt as often as possible which meant that she washed it just about every week.

She gave him a soft smile trying her hardest not to break down and cry from the guilt and stress that she felt. Her baby needed her to be strong.

She ruffled his dark hair knowing that she needed to get it cut. That would have to wait as well.

Molly made a mental note to take Mason to Lloyd's Barber Shop as soon as she got her first paycheck.

She pressed a kiss to Mason's cheek before the boy looked back at the toys spotting a box of two plastic dinosaurs; a T-Rex and a Raptor.

He picked the box up looking at the back though he could barely read the description of the toy.

He gave his mother a smile handing the box over. Molly smiled looking down at the box knowing that the price was right in their budget. "That's a good gift baby. I bet Abel is going to love it."

She spoke again hoping that maybe she could get a response out of Mason. "Do you like hanging out with Abel? He seems to think you're pretty cool."

Mason nodded his head apparently choosing to give his mother a silent answer. She gave him a smile deciding that the head nod was better than nothing at all.

She took his hand in hers silently wondering if she should look into getting a balloon for Abel as well, maybe one of those big Sixes.

She picked up a roll of blue wrapping paper and some tape before she led Mason to the checkout desk.

The birthday party was today and Molly honestly found herself looking forward to it. A fun day would be good for Mason.

Maybe a good day of fun was just what he needed. Maybe it was what they both needed.

Molly felt a little overwhelmed as she pulled her tiny rental silver Ford Focus up to Tara Knowles Teller's house.

The house was nice, far nicer than Molly's little boxy rental home. She took a deep breath knowing that she couldn't let her insecurities get the better of her.

They were all grown ups for god's sake. Tara didn't seem like the type to worry about money or class differences.

Tara had been nothing but kind to Molly and Mason so far. Molly had hoped that the two women could become friends. Lord knows she could use some friends.

When she'd been married to Brian he had cut her off from her friends. Of course her friends had been unwilling to abandon her. Brian had pushed them farther and farther out of his wife's life though. Soon they'd stopped calling and she'd been alone.

She had nothing to worry about, she told herself. This was going to be a good day.

She raised an eyebrow at the few motorcycles pulled out in front of the house. She couldn't remember if she'd ever seen so many Harleys in her life.

She got out of her car going to the backseat before she helped Mason unfasten his seatbelt. He still had trouble with buckles.

She allowed Mason to carry the gift wrapped up in blue wrapping paper with a orange bow on top. He seemed to be proud of the gift and seeing that he seemed so proud made Molly feel a sense of joy.

She put on her best smile as she took Mason's hand leading him up to the front door.

She reached out ringing the doorbell a little surprised as a woman who she didn't recognize answered.

Gemma raised an eyebrow as she took in the sight of a blonde and a kid, party guests.

She didn't have time to say a word as Tara walked over and spoke taking the gift from Mason. "Molly, Mason. I'm so glad you could make it."

Gemma stepped aside as Tara let the blonde and the kid in. Tara spoke hoping that Gemma would be civil for the day. "This is my mother in law Gemma. Gemma this is a coworker of mine and her son Mason."

Molly reached out suddenly feeling as though she was under a microscope as Gemma took her hand in hers. "So you're Molly."

Molly didn't have time to ask what that was supposed to mean as Abel walked up to her and embraced her. "Miss Molly you and Mason came."

She looked down at the little blonde boy surprised by this act of affection. She spoke giving him a friendly smile. "Of course we did buddy. Mason and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. What is it your twenty-fifth birthday?"

Abel giggled as he responded. "Nope my sixth."

And with that Abel took Mason's hand in his and ran off towards the backyard.

Molly felt her throat tighten up a little anxious about being left alone with Gemma even if Tara was there.

Tara swooped in though saving the day as she took Molly's hand in hers. "Thank goodness you're here. I could really use a hand with all this food."

Molly did her best to give Gemma a polite smile hoping to kill her with kindness, as she was led away by Tara.

She was beginning to think that Tara wasn't the one who she had to fear.

Chibs pulled up to Jax and Tara Teller's house before he unstrapped the brightly wrapped gift from the back of his bike.

He was a little hungover to be honest. He had spent another night locked up in his room at the clubhouse alone with a bottle of whiskey.

He knew that Abel would have his head on a stick if he missed his birthday party though. The kid was defiantly the little prince of Samcro.

He walked into the house without knocking not surprised that Jax gave him a friendly hug upon entering.

He handed over the gift hoping that Abel didn't already have this particular Lego set.

Honestly Chibs had thought that it just looked cool, it was pirate ship themed. He'd figured a little mutiny would be perfect for a Teller boy.

The last thing Chibs had expected to see was a familiar little boy running around with Abel as he glanced through the screen door into the backyard.

Mason Garrett plopped down on the ground playing in the dirt beside Abel with army men.

The kid looked happy, a smile on his face. Though he still didn't seem to be talking. He only nodded his head and pointed as Abel talked.

Chibs eyes grew a little wide as a familiar woman walked out of the kitchen helping Tara carry a cooler full of kid appropriate drinks. Though Bobby had already snuck a few beers for the adults, into the white cooler that was already outside.

Molly Garrett looked far more attractive when she wasn't in her hospital issue blue scrubs.

She was wearing a dark purple tank top with floral embroideries along the bottom that made Chibs think of the nineteen sixties. Along with a pair of white converse sneakrs, and a pair of dark wash jeans that seemed to make the curve of her hips far more obvious.

Her makeup was a little darker than it had been the day at the garage in her lips at least; they were a red color that made Chibs think of strawberries. Her hair had been curled and left down showing that it was pretty long.

He suddenly felt as though he should be dressed a bit nicer. He had forgone his brown leather jacket and chosen to wear an old pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with his kutte and boots.

Molly widened her eyes as she spotted a familiar man. She hadn't expected to see the attractive mechanic at Abel Teller's birthday party.

Jax and Bobby took over carrying the red cooler since it was a bit too heavy for the women.

Molly felt her stomach twist into knots as she made her way over to Chibs. She spoke hoping that her cheeks weren't flushing though they probably were. "Filip."

Bobby raised an eyebrow as Jax and he made their way out the backdoor, not missing the use of Chibs' real name.

Thankfully Bobby didn't have time to comment as Jax practically drug him out back.

"Miss Garrett." Chibs blurted out feeling daft for being so formal.

"How do you know Abel?" Molly asked hoping that she didn't sound too nosy, but the curiosity was killing her.

Chibs cleared as he felt his eyes scanning her body, why did her top have to be so low cut?

He looked into her eyes praying that she didn't catch him gawking at her cleavage. "I work with his da... we're in a... motorcycle club together as well...known him fer years."

He knew better than to go into too much detail about the motorcycle club to an outsider. Molly would probably freak out if she knew just what Samcro was.

He spoke after an awkward moment of silence. "How do you know tha birthday boy?"

Molly gave him a smile that she was sure might be a little too flirty but she couldn't stop herself, the way he was looking at her made her feel more attractive than she'd felt in a long while. "I work with his mother... it's a small world."

"Aye...sure is." Chibs stated feeling so idiotic for not having something more eloquent to say.

It had seemed that his brain had shut down killing any usual bravado that he might have when it came to talking to women.

It was like he was a prepubescent boy all over again. His voice may as well start cracking, he thought bitterly.

The moment was interrupted as Mason ran up to his mother grasping her leg; She looked down at him as she spoke. "Mason you remember Filip right? The nice man fixing our car."

Chibs stared down at the boy speaking up hoping that the kid might talk to him this time. "Hey little lad, its nice ta see ya again."

Mason simply smiled at Chibs giving him a tiny wave before he took his mother's hand in his and pointed over to a swing set in the backyard.

Molly smiled a little surprised that her son had been brazen enough to wave at Chibs.

She spoke up trying to talk her way out of her son's constant silence hoping that Chibs didn't take it for bad manners. "He's a shy kid."

Chibs nodded his head giving the boy a smile. "Aye, thas alright. He's jus the strong silent type."

Molly laughed at the comment finding it genuinely amusing. She was just thankful that Chibs didn't think she'd raised some sort of silent bratty kid.

Chibs smiled at the sound of her laugh not helping but to feel that he could get used to hearing it.

He opened his mouth wanting to say something more to Molly but missed his chance as her son pulled her away leading her to the swing set.

Chibs closed his eyes taking a deep breath. It was like fate was screwing with him.

He let out a huff as he opened his eyes spotted Tig walk through the front door...great.

Chibs sat out back on a picnic table that sat near the side of the house beside the grill that Bobby was insisting on manning as hotdogs and burgers sizzled.

Chibs found that he was unable to take his eyes off of a certain blonde.

Molly was smiling talking to Tara as a few kids obviously on a sugar high ran around the backyard making full use of big area.

Chibs took a drag off of his cigarette trying to ignore the need to go to Molly and say something more; perhaps flirt a little.

Tig had already spoken to the pretty blonde making Chibs' blood boil a little, though Molly had seemed to tolerate Tig's attentions more than anything.

At least Tig was being less of a pervert than usual, which wasn't easy for the man. Tig knew enough to know that Gemma would have his head if he went too far into freak town at Abel's birthday party.

Chibs rolled his eyes as he spotted Gemma in the corner of the yard talking to Jax but keeping a close eye on Molly.

Wonderful just wonderful, he thought sarcastically. Gemma would more than likely terrify Molly the first chance she had.

Chibs wasn't sure why he felt so protective over Molly. He didn't really know her and she certainly wasn't his girlfriend.

So why should he care when Tig or Ratboy or Juice got a little bit too friendly with her? Why should he care if Gemma interrogated her?

He shook his head coming to a realization; he had it bad. He had developed a big fat crush on Molly Garrett.

Chibs let out a sigh knowing that there was nothing he could do about this. She didn't need a guy like him. She and her son deserved someone safe.

Still though the ideas of someone else having her made him sick. He hated the idea of someone else making her laugh or looking into those eyes of hers. The idea of someone else getting to find out just how soft her lips were, someone else getting to see and feel her body, and getting her smiles made him feel nauseous.

He rolled his eyes knowing that he couldn't have it both ways. He either had to make a move or he had to walk away.

Chibs was shocked as Mason sat down beside him looking up at him curiosity clear behind his eyes, a pretty hazel just like his mothers.

Chibs took another drag off of his cigarette nearing the end of the cancer stick as he spoke up already knowing that the kid probably wouldn't talk to him. "Don't ever smoke little lad. It's a bad habit."

Mason nodded his head not saying a word as he continued to look at Chibs.

Chibs put out his cigarette in an ashtray at the center of the table speaking up again as he nodded down to the boy's t-shirt. "Ya like Spiderman?"

Mason smiled nodding again still not saying anything. Chibs gave him a smile as he spoke feeling a little awkward as what to say to a kid who wouldn't talk to him. "He's a good superhero huh?"

Mason nodded again as he did the last thing Chibs had expected. The boy put his left foot in Chibs' lap pointing down to the red converse on his foot, it was untied.

Chibs chuckled a bit as he reached down tying the boy's shoe. "Ah usin me fer my shoe tyin abilities."

Mason took Chibs by surprise laughing. Chibs smirked as he spoke. "Ah so he does speak."

Mason said nothing in response as he hopped off the seat his shoe now tied. He gave Chibs one more smile before he ran off across the yard to join Abel in the bouncy castle that had been set up.

Chibs smiled as he watched the boy jump in the castle laughing along with the other children.

He looked back to Molly to see her smiling as well as she watched her boy. She looked relieved to see her son behaving like a normal kid.

Chibs couldn't help but to enjoy the sight of Molly and Mason both looking so happy. He had to wonder if maybe he could find a way in Mason and Molly's lives after all.

Molly was shocked when Abel asked for Mason to spend the night. She was even more shocked when Mason had seemed all for the idea.

She was a little afraid to leave the boy alone though Tara and Jax both seemed like nice people even if Jax's mother was intense.

Molly was feeling overprotective considering what Mason and she had been through.

Still though she knew that a night spent at a friend's house was good for Mason. He needed to have a chance to be a kid without his paranoid mother hovering over him.

The boys had just eaten cake and opened gifts and were now playing with a Lego set in the living room.

The adults had found themselves cleaning up the mess of wrapping paper.

Molly frowned as she stared out the window at her rental car realizing that she was blocked in. She needed to pack a bag for Mason; he needed his inhaler.

Unfortunately her son had developed asthma at a young age. Brian had actually had the gall to blame her for this abnormality in their son. After all Molly had asthma as well.

Molly looked at Tara a frown on her face feeling embarrassed as she spoke. "I'm blocked in. Mason needs a bag for the night...he needs his inhaler."

Tara saw her opportunity as she spoke. "Chibs can take you, his bike isn't blocked."

Chibs almost spit the soda he had been drinking out when he heard this comment. He had been helping the women with the mess trying to tell himself that he was just doing a good deed.

The truth though was that he had wanted to be near Molly. He felt the need to make sure that Tig stayed far away from the blonde.

He couldn't help but to think that Tara had been planning this, as though she could somehow predict that Molly would need a ride to her rental house.

He felt his stomach knot as Molly looked to him, she spoke her voice not hiding her nervous energy. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all lass, anything fer the little lad." He blurted out not even having to think about it.

Molly grabbed her tie-dyed cloth purse strapping the thing along her body like a sash, she was thankful for the long strap. Thank god for the hobo bag trend.

Chibs spoke up as they headed out to his bike the address to Molly's apartment that had been written on a pink post it note in his right hand. "Have ya ever rode a bike love?"

"A few times...my granddad had a Harley when I was a kid. He used to take my sister and me on rides...my brother was always afraid of it" Molly explained smiling at the fond memory from her childhood.

Chibs nodded his head thankful that he'd brought his bike with a backseat, his other bike was only a one seater.

He handed her the black helmet he had borrowed from Tara as he spoke hoping that he could smooth out any worries she might have. "It's easy. Jus lean with me when we turn and hang on."

Molly nodded her head feeling a little nervous as she put on the helmet and climbed on the bike behind him.

She placed her arms around his waist not helping but to admire the feel of his firm stomach below her hands.

Chibs closed his eyes for a moment her closeness to him making him feel a little overwhelmed; the feel of her arms around his waist and the scent of her rose scented perfume made his heart race.

He had to enjoy the feel of her behind him like this, so close.

She tightened her grip on his waist as the bike started up and pulled out of the driveway on to the street.

Chibs smiled as he heard her let out a giggle behind him clearly enjoying this. She wasn't the only one.

He could get accustomed to this. He couldn't help but to hope that she would give him the chance to get accustomed to it.

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