Okay, so I haven't updated in a while but I promise that I will finish this story. I may not be able to update very frequently (crazy schedule) but I won't desert it, I swear. Please let me know what you think and I want to thank all of you for your reviews and for following and favouriting this story and myself. It really does make me happy to log in and see that people are following and enjoying this story so far.

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"Did you have fun?" Laurel asked while looking both ways as she entered the intersection.

"Yeah," Abel answered.

She looked in the rear view mirror to find a wet haired Abel, sipping on a box of apple juice held up by white, pruney fingers.

"So you like swimming?" Laurel went on, obviously knowing that Abel had just had a great time at his swimming lessons.

"Yeah," Abel said happily, looking over at Thomas sitting next to him in the back seat.

They were in Jax's SUV on their way back home, where Laurel would feed them lunch then put them both down for a much needed nap, which would allow her to take a quick break and get a few things cleaned up from earlier that morning.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She felt the problem before hearing the sound and suddenly tightened her grip, having trouble keeping the steering wheel in control. Laurel looked around and saw that there weren't many cars on the road and was thankful that they happened to be getting close to the Teller-Morrow lot, only about three blocks down the road. She eased her foot off of the gas and gingerly drove towards the lot, not knowing if the tire was about to go flat or even blow. She saw the sign and pushed out a breath of relief, knowing that they'd quickly take care of the problem without trying to talk her into unnecessary repairs like other repair shops would.

"Guess what boys. We're going to see your grandma," Laurel said cheerfully, not wanting to tell them they were going to see Jax, in case he wasn't on the lot.

She carefully drove to the lot and pulled in, nervous of the fact that she had to wrench the steering wheel forcefully when she made the left hand turn. Laurel made her way down the long concrete driveway leading up to the garage, flanked by cars and motorcycles lined up on her right and what looked like a warehouse on her left. As she got closer to the garage entrance she spotted a few more motorcycles carefully lined up just past the warehouse, perfectly spaced and leaning on an angle. She felt very out of place, having never been near motorcycles before, and reminded herself that she worked for the president of a motorcycle club. She turned her attention back to the garage and saw an empty spot to her right where she could park for the time being. Laurel turned and pulled into the free spot, coming face to face with a swing set and small wooden playground. Perfect, she thought, knowing that Abel and Thomas would get restless if they had to sit around in the office while she waited to find out what was wrong with the SUV.

"Alright," she said, drawing out the word as she grabbed a diaper bag and opened her door. She stepped out of the SUV and leaned past the door to look at the drivers side front wheel. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but she knew she hadn't imagined the sound and the difficulty she had driving. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling frustrated by the delay but thankful that it wasn't her own car that was having issues. She opened the back door then worked the buttons to Thomas's car seat before lifting him into her arms once she got him free. Abel tried his best to get his own buckles undone but was unsuccessful. With Laurel's help he was able to shrug out of the straps and reach out for Laurel's shoulder, grabbing on to her for support as he stepped out of his seat and onto the running board. With a big windup and an impressive jump, he landed on the ground and stood up proudly.

"Nice jump," Laurel congratulated, then took his hand, closing the door with her hip.

All three of them made their way through the bright sun to the garage office, hearing high pitched squeals and drilling from the open garage doors.

Abel ran up the steps to the office ahead of Laurel, hoping to see his father.

"What are you guys doing here?" Gemma asked happily as her grandson came bouncing through the door. She stood up from her desk and met him with a big hug running her hands over his still damp hair.

Laurel stepped into the office, lowering Thomas to the floor but holding on to his hands to prevent him from falling. "The SUV's making a weird noise and it's hard to steer. I figured I'd stop by to get it looked at since we were close," Laurel explained.

"What happened? Did you hit something?" Gemma asked.

"No, I was just driving then felt the wheel go stiff and heard a thumping noise," Laurel described, wondering if she did in fact hit something without noticing, which she doubted.

"Alright, I'll have Juice check it out," Gemma offered. "Did you want to hang out here or bring them into the clubhouse?" Gemma asked sincerely. She had really begun to like Laurel and knew that her grandsons really liked having her around. She figured that none of the guys would mind them going into the clubhouse to wait while the SUV got checked out.

Laurel turned and looked behind her, seeing a sign over the warehouse letting her know that it was the clubs' clubhouse. She didn't know what to expect to find in there and since she wanted to keep herself separate from the motorcycle club as much as possible, she simply shook her head and tried to sound polite. "No, I'll take them over to the swing set over there," she said, referring to the one she saw when she parked. "Here are the keys," she added, taking Jax's car keys out of the diaper bag and handing them to Gemma. "Come on Abel, let's go play," Laurel said with a big smile, hoping that he'd want to play instead of going into the clubhouse.

"Juice," Gemma called out sharply over her shoulder. Laurel heard the small clang of something being put down onto metal then the scuffling of boots getting closer to the office. From a door she didn't know existed on the side of the office, she saw a head pop into the room that looked at her with surprise.

"Yeah, Gemma?" Juice asked, taking a step further into the office. He hadn't expected to see anyone in the office with Gemma and he was surprised to see Jax's sons and a beautiful woman that he didn't recognize.

Gemma held out Jax's car keys to Juice. "Something's wrong with Jax's car. The tire?" she paused and looked at Laurel, who nodded. "Check it out next, will ya?"

Juice nodded and looked at Laurel.

"It's the front, drivers side," Laurel explained when she met eyes with Juice. She was beginning to realize that her stereotypical idea of what a biker should look like was way off. Before her stood a young man who she assumed was close enough to her age and height, who looked more like a punk than a biker. His short Mohawk and tattooed scalp, to her, made him look more like a rebelling teenager than someone in a motorcycle club. He had kind brown eyes, that looked worried at the moment but she didn't feel threatened by him in any way, which she assumed was his intention by the look he was trying to pull off.

"I'll get on it when I finish up with the car I'm working on," Juice said to both Laurel and Gemma.

"Juice, this's Laurel. Abel and Thomas' nanny," Gemma said quickly, looking between the two of them, knowing that they hadn't met yet. "Laurel this is Juice."

"Nice to meet you," they both said at the same time, causing them both to smile and let out a small, amused scoff. "Better get back to work," Juice added with a small wave then headed back to the garage.

"Alright, Abel," Laurel said, picking up Thomas and resting him against her left hip, "let's go play."

"I'll let you know what's going on with the car," Gemma began. "If it's something big, I'll give you all a ride to Jax's," she offered.

"Thanks," Laurel said, raising her eyebrows quickly, hoping that it wasn't anything major. With Abel at her side, they left the office and headed for the swing set.

For just over a week Laurel had been settling in to a comfortable routine with the Teller boys and she was really enjoying her new position. It had only taken a few days after she started working for them for Gemma to realize that Laurel was a great fit for the job. Abel and Thomas were quick to warm up to her, she was very good with them without being a pushover, she was understanding of the odd schedule Jax kept, and she didn't ask questions or seem at all interested in the club. Without any objections from Jax, Gemma had informed Laurel that the job was hers for good if she wanted it and of course, Laurel graciously accepted.

By six pm on most nights, Laurel's day ended with Jax coming home and receiving bear hugs from his sons, or with Gemma stopping by to relieve her if Jax happened to be running late. Despite the reputation she seemed to have around Charming, Laurel was starting to see a different side to Gemma that she really liked. On a few separate occasions she had stayed a bit late to have coffee with Gemma before going home, giving her an opportunity to get to know Gemma better. It was during one of these later evenings that Gemma informed Laurel, without going in to too much detail, where the boys' mother was. She tried to hide her shock when hearing that Tara was in prison, but settled a little as Gemma explained that it was an unfortunate misunderstanding that Jax was desperately trying to correct.

As Laurel pushed Thomas in one of the swings and encouraged Abel down one of the slides, she thought she heard footprints then felt someone approaching her from behind. Before she could turn around to see who it was, they spoke up.

"Hello, again," Tig said with more confidence than he had at their first meeting.

Laurel smiled slightly and felt nervous again in his presence. "Hello," she answered cheerfully, looking back at Abel just in time to see him reach the bottom of the slide. "Nice job," she said to him before he rushed back over to carefully climb the few steps up to the slide.

"What are you guys doing here?" Tig asked, looking at her curves through her jean capri's and white tunic. He had seen her as he came out of the clubhouse and recognized her immediately. He hadn't seen her at all since their first meeting and was pleasantly surprised to find her on the lot.

Laurel turned and caught him looking at her waist and traveling downwards. "Car trouble," she answered sharply, which brought Tig's eyes back up to her face. "Figured we'd get it checked out on our way home," she added. Laurel looked ahead and gently pushed Thomas in his swing, being careful not to let him get too high. He was smiling back at her and his neck tensed slightly whenever his momentum shifted.

"Helps to know a few good mechanics," Tig said playfully.

Laurel didn't answer. She simply nodded. She couldn't help but feel nervous and uncomfortable around Tig and it made her feel weird, considering how attractive she found him. Taking a deep breath, she told herself that he was just being nice and in order to feel more comfortable with him, she should try talking to him.

"You guys having a busy day?" she asked, hoping to sound casual.

"No, not really. Not much goin' on," Tig answered, then rested his shoulder against the swing set and crossed his arms. "How 'bout you?" he wondered, giving Thomas a big smile as he let out a "wee" from his swing.

"Abel just finished his swimming lessons and we were about to go home for lunch, but got a little delayed," Laurel explained, referring to the car issued.

"Oh," Tig replied with a small noise.

Laurel looked over and found Tig staring back at her. His piercing blue eyes, although mesmerizing, made her wish she had on another layer of clothing. It wasn't working. She still felt weird around Tig.

As Laurel made eye contact with Tig, he instantly saw something he had never seen before. When she looked at him in the sunlight her eyes, although green, were glowing orange.

"What the hell is with your eyes?" he suddenly asked with concern while leaning in to get a better look at her.

"What do you mean?" Laurel asked, taking a step back and noticing the way that Tig's eyes were focused closely on hers.

"They're," he stopped and held up his right hand, drawing a circle with his index finger. "The colour..." he paused again, not knowing how to describe what he was seeing. They were different than any eyes he'd seen before and while freaking him out a little, they also amazed him.

"Oh," Laurel said, looking away. "You mean the two colours?"

"Yeah," he answered, still staring. "Wow," he whispered.

Laurel was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to hear that. "It's called central heterochromia," she said, referring to the fact that although her eyes were green, she had a ring of orange circling her pupil.

"Jesus, does it hurt?" Tig asked, seeming genuinely uncomfortable and concerned.

Laurel laughed for the first time in his presence and continued to push Abel. "No. It has nothing to do with the functioning of my eyes. It's just the way my eyes are coloured," she explained.

"How the hell do you know that?" Tig asked, wondering if she was being honest with him or just making it up.

Laurel looked at him as if the answer was obvious. "Google," she said with a sly smile.

"Ha," Tig let out loudly, finding Laurel had a spunky side to her.

The rumble of a motorcycle made them both turn their attention to the entrance of the lot. At once, Laurel spotted Jax, recognizing the blue, flannel shirt he wore that morning before he left the house. Not knowing any of the other members of the club besides Tig and now Juice, she had no idea who was following closely behind jax on their own bike.

Tig straightened up at the site of Jax and Chibs and took a step away from Laurel. They had gone to see Jacob Hale about the progress on Charming Heights and if things were still a go ahead on the Sons getting most of the contacts for the project.

Laurel focused her attention back on Thomas and Able who were both watching Jax in awe. After he parked his bike and began striding over towards them, Abel got excited and started towards him, with Laurel cautioning him to be careful while running.

"Hey, little man," Jax said soothingly when he reached Abel and picked him up for a hug. Behind him, Chibs followed Jax towards the swing set where Tig stood, waiting to find out what happened at their meeting with Hale.

"Things still a go?" Tig asked curiously.

"Yeah. Should be startin', beginning'a next month," Jax answered, looking over at Laurel. "What're you guys doin' here?" he asked, not upset but concerned.

"Had a bit of an issue with your car," she began to answer, hoping that Jax wouldn't think she was a careless driver. "Something's wrong with the front wheel. Juice," she paused for a brief second, wondering if she got the name right, "is going to take a look at it."

Chibs stood a few steps behind and to the side of Jax, listening to his president speaking to who he assumed was the nanny Gemma hired to help out while Tara was in prison. He hadn't had to privilege of meeting her yet, but from how Tig and Jax described her, he was curious. Now that he finally saw her, he understood why the guys' eyes grew wide while talking about her. Behind his sunglasses, Chibs appraised Laurel while her attention was on Jax. Her long, curly hair was half up, showing off her slender neck and collar bone, and drawing all of his attention to her bright green eyes. As she spoke to Jax and lifted Thomas out of the swing, she smiled deeply, causing the corner of Chibs' mouth to twitch into his own smile, which he shook off with a slight clearing of his throat and a furrowed brow.

At the sound of a clearing throat, Laurel looked up from Thomas and focused on the man standing behind Jax, that she hadn't really noticed until now. His hard, slightly turned down mouth, thumbs hooked into his belt and eyes hidden behind sunglasses made him look tough and serious. Oddly enough, although he was intimidating, she wasn't overly afraid of him.

"Chibs, this'll Laurel," Jax introduced, remembering that his Sergeant at Arms was standing behind him.

"Hello," Laurel offered first with a smile.

"Hi," Chibs returned shortly, keeping his mouth hard but taking a step forward.

"I gotta talk to Gemma for a minute," Jax informed them. "Tig. Talk to Juice and see what's goin' on with my car," he added then looked at Abel in his arms. "You comin' with me?" To which Abel nodded vigorously. Jax looked back to Laurel. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Laurel nodded and lifted Thomas higher up in her arms. "Okay," she said.

"And wha' about me?" Chibs asked as Tig and Jax both took steps towards the garage and office.

Jax looked back at Chibs and shrugged his shoulders as he raised his eyebrows, suggesting that Chibs do whatever he wanted.

At first, she looked over at Chibs with surprise, not picking up on his accent when they were introduced, then watched as he looked after Jax and smiled to herself, figuring that he didn't want to be left alone with her and finding it funny that perhaps she was the one making him feel uncomfortable and not the other way around. She turned and walked towards the slide where she decided to slowly guide Thomas down, knowing he would get a kick out of doing what his big brother was doing just moments ago. She didn't bother saying anything to Chibs since she believed he would leave to go to the clubhouse or follow Jax. She was surprised when she heard his steps approaching her.

"The lads love this thing," Chibs said, grabbing on to the metal bar of the swing set and remembering when the prospects had first put it up.

Laurel turned to look at Chibs who was watching Thomas with the slightest smile on his previously stern face. "Yeah, it's a great idea," she agreed, preferring to be out here than inside the clubhouse or office. She held onto Thomas's sides and slowly slid him down the slide. A slow, wide grin came onto her face when she watched his face turn to pure joy. She picked him up and enthusiastically asked if he wanted to do it again, and without expecting a reply she lifted him close to the top of the slide again and repeated the process, this time eliciting a giggle out of Thomas and a chuckle from Chibs standing behind her. Laurel turned and looked at Chibs who wore the same happy expression she did and realized with surprise that she actually felt comfortable with him there, unlike the way she felt when Tig was with her.

"So how'r ya likin' the job so far?" Chibs asked, not really knowing why he stayed behind to talk to Laurel but glad that he did. With all of the chaos that Jax was going through with Tara, which was undoubtedly getting to the boys as well, it was nice to see them enjoying themselves and being carefree children again. He knew, from hearing it from Jax and now seeing it for himself, that Laurel had a lot to do with that.

"Great so far," Laurel said, knocking twice on her head so she wouldn't jinx it. They both smiled at the action and looked at each other for a few seconds. When Laurel first spotted Chibs, she hadn't really gotten a good look at his face, she just noticed the hard expression and the strong stature. Now, she saw that he was quite handsome, in an unconventional way. He had a longer, dark, sculptured goatee littered with grey hairs, that framed what looked like soft lips. His hair was longer and slicked back with a bit of shagginess to it that somehow looked polished and not at all untidy. He was still smiling a little at her and she then spotted the scars on both of his cheeks that accentuated his dimples. Hmm, she thought.

"Laurel," Gemma called out while approaching them. "Car's fine. Looks like you somehow picked up a shoe and it got jammed into the wheel well," she explained.

Laurel rolled her eyes slightly and let out a sigh, feeling stupid for running over a shoe without noticing. "Good," she said with relief. "Guess we can get going," she added to Thomas with a bounce, who was playing with her hair. She turned back to Chibs and smiled. "It was nice meeting you," she said honestly.

"You too. Take care," he answered her.

Laurel walked with Gemma back to the office with Chibs looking on, feeling the slightest sense of disappointment that she left so quickly. The guys were right, she really was beautiful and not at all done up, which he found appealing.

"Hmm," he said to himself and headed for the clubhouse.

"I don't know, it's weird," Laurel said as she traced a small section of the seam on the side of her jeans.

"Why is it weird? There's nothing wrong with finding someone attractive," her cousin contradicted her on the other end.

"Yeah, but I shouldn't find him attractive. He freaks me out," Laurel went on, remembering the uneasy feeling she always felt when she was around Tig. After she got home that night, she settled in and called her cousin, Beth, feeling the need to touch base with her family.

Beth laughed on the other end, surprising Laurel. "You know you don't have to date everyone you're attracted to, right? Don't you remember Robbie? My god, I was obsessed with him! But there was no way in hell I would've actually considering going out with him. He was just fun to look at and get excited about." She paused, thinking about how much she liked the bad boy at her high school and how giddy she got whenever she saw him. "Just have fun looking at him. It's fun to get those butterflies," Beth went on.

Laurel thought about what Beth was saying and pictured Tig. Yes, she did find him very striking and there was something about the way he carried himself that added to his appeal, but at the same time, it frightened her. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Laurel said, wondering if it was butterflies or anxiety that she felt when she saw Tig. Suddenly, she thought of the way she felt while Chibs was around and how different it was compared to being near Tig. During their brief encounter, Chibs hadn't made her feel like he was undressing her with his eyes, although he very well could have been, and she didn't feel uneasy about being alone with him. She laughed quietly, realizing that she found both of them handsome.

"What's so funny?" Beth asked, picking up the laugh on her end.

Laurel shook her head. "Nothing," she lied, wondering if for some reason her taste in men was changing.

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