The room was dim with only the light of a lamp and the alarm clock flashing 12.15 PM. Chase took a drag of her joint before passing it back to Lyla as she leant against the head-board, the tears finally just dried patches on her skin. Juice had dropped her off here to check on Lyla as he went and picked them up some food. Piney was dosing of at the kitchen table. Opie was probably drinking his sorrows away at the club house. And Chase was comforting her sister-in-law. Not quite how she imagined it would be moving back to Charming. Somehow she thought her plan was going to be effortless but she should know nothing ever goes to plan, especially in Charming- and especially in the club.
"He found my birth control, apparently. Probably snooping around like he usually does," Lyla scoffed, passing the joint back to Chase. Chase frowned at her in confusion. Why would a guy be pissed for a girl being on the pill? She's responsible at least. Lyla glanced at her and sighed, looking down at her shaky hands. "He wanted to have a baby together."
Chase smiled softly, "Because you don't already have enough kids running around the house."
"I never thought it was a good idea but things weren't good… I didn't want to push him away further…" she sighed, wiping another tear from her eye. "And that's exactly what I've done.."
"You didn't do shit, babe. My brothers emotionally blind. He just thinks a baby will be what he needs to.. I don't know, feel again. To have a home again. He can't even look after the kids he has now," she gritted her teeth, thinking of the children asleep in the house. Opie wasn't supposed to do this, to be this person. He was supposed to be a husband, a dad. A good one. She hadn't seen him play or even hug his babies since she'd been back.
"I guess he found it in that bitch though.."
"He found nothing but a wet gash, someone he didn't have to work for." Lyla didn't seem to be taking in what was being said as she continued to stare at her nails. Chase took her hand and squeezed softly.
"I'm his wife and he doesn't even work for me.."
A knock sounded at the door and Chase yelled for them to come in, assuming it was Juice with her burger. Instead, Opie opened the door and walked into the room, quieter than you would expect such a big man to be.
"What do you want?" Lyla bitterly said, refusing to look up from her hands.
"To talk."
"You can talk to me." Chase snapped, pressing a kiss onto Lyla's cheek. "Watch me work my evil magic," she whispered into Lyla's ear.
She pulled Opie out into the living room and sat him down, staring at him in silence.
"What do you want, Chase?" Opie muttered as he lit a cigarette.
"She is your wife."
"I know."
"Then start being a husband. God knows, you have rushed things. God knows, probably with the wrong woman. But she loves you. You want to fuck around? Fine, but at least be smart about it, Ope." She sighed, grabbing his hand. "She isn't Donna."
"Don't talk about her." He said fiercely, his jaw clenching.
"She is not Donna," Chase repeated, "No one will ever be Donna. But you have made a commitment to her, to this family. Grow up."
"She lied to me, we're supposed to be having a baby-"
"Boo-freakin-hoo, Opie! You rushed into a marriage, don't rush into creating a fucking new life with her. Grow, the fuck, up. And soon!"
"You don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed, pulling his hand away from her.
"Ima pulled a fucking gun on her."
Opie's face snapped up and stared at her. "What?" his tone was low, cold.
"That slut you decided to bang, total cunt by the way, pulled a gun on Lyla. That's why I beat the shit out of her." Opie's eyes glanced to the bloody knuckles on Chase's hand.
"You want to lose another wife to a gun? Your children to lose another mother?" her tone softened. "I love you, Ope. So does she. Even if you can't love her, you respect her. Got it?"
His jaw clenched, and un-clenched and his eyes glazed over with an un-shed tear. "I'll go talk to her." He finally said.
Chase smiled and caressed Opie's cheek before kissing him on the other. "Talk with her."
She loved the sons. Every single one of them. Even the new kid, Juice. They were her brothers as much as they were each others, even if she didn't wear a kutte. But the bad thing about men? They lack consideration. They lack compassion. They lack love. That's why they need a woman, women give them love. Whether it's through sex, words or damn, even food- it's how men learn to use the traits themselves. And from what Chase can see, there hasn't been a lot of the right kind of love going around.
Good thing I'm here, she thought with a sigh as she watched Opie head towards the bedroom. Just before he opened the door he glanced back at her then dropped his eyes to the ground and stared at the carpet intensely, "I'm glad your back, sis." Then he was gone.
She had a lot of plans when she first came back to Charming but Opie was her new and most important project. Fix him, then continue with her own plans. After all, she couldn't go through with her next moves until she had all the sons where she needed them to be.
A/N
Ok, so I know I said that the next chapter would be more on the romance side but at least I have another chapter up within, what, 8 hours? Now, hopefully, onto the juicey stuff. I have a lot of plans for this story, so stay with me. I hope you enjoyed. It was written very fast but I needed to get this snippet out of the way before continuing. I may come back and revisit this chapter when I have the chance... In the mean time, as always, thank you for reading and please leave a review if you have the time.
