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I sat cross legged on the bench looking at the kids playing at the park when Gemma sat beside me. I gave her a nervous smile but passed her a croissant and took my coffee from her. She was beautiful as always, she was always good at that, and she knew it. Unlike me, I stopped dolling up like that when I left, today was the first time in a long while that I had and it was for my dad. I don't know what I was nervous about, I know no one blamed me for leaving not after my mother's death except maybe Clay but, he didn't stop me either. I looked back at the kids and after a few moments of silence Gemma was the first to speak up, "So what's with the sudden meeting baby? Don't get me wrong it's good to see you again but, I was surprised to hear from you?"
I looked down at my coffee and picked at the lid before I spoke up, "I went and saw my dad today…first time in almost a year."
She didn't say anything but she nodded her head so I continued, "I realized when I saw him that I missed this, the family that I've left behind. I love my farm and Derek, it's a great life but it's missing something and it always has and I realized what I was missing today."
I looked up at her as I finished my sentence, she was looking at me with those kind mother eyes she has. She cleared her throat and wrapped her arm around me, "That's great news baby doll we have all missed you but, are you sure you're ready to face everyone again?"
I knew she was subtlety hinting at Tig but, I knew when I decided I wanted to come back that it was inevitable that I would be welcoming Tig back as well. When I didn't immediately speak up she gave my shoulders a quick squeeze and stood up offering her arm to me. I looked at her quizzically and she spoke, "As long as you're ready, I'm throwing a family dinner tonight. It'll just be the boys and Tara, it will be a great surprise, and the boys have been down in the dumps for a while. So I figured we could go shopping if you want to join us."
Tara…that wasn't someone I had thought about in a long time…saying we didn't get along was an understatement. I found that she would always try to assume the role of what we call an old lady for Jax but when push came to shove, she ran. Left Jax in pieces and none of us could pick him up and put him back together until he meet Wendy and don't even get me started on that one. Gemma must have seen the scowl on my face and she let a little laugh escape her lips. "Come on are you going to leave me hanging here?" she asked, moving her arm up and down
What was the harm in one dinner and I was dying to see the boys again. I pushed off the bench and put my arm through hers. "Shopping sounds good, I could use a new outfit or two."
We laughed as she drug me away.
"The boys are on their way so they should be in here in about ten minutes. I want you to hide they don't know you're here." Gemma told me
She was pushing me towards the back corner of the dining room. I giggled out of excitement. After she was done placing me in the corner she headed towards the entryway, her fingers lingering on the light before she asked worriedly, "You coming back, does that have anything to do with a certain visitor of late last night?"
I knew she was referring to Tig and even though I didn't answer her she knew just as well as I did that his visit is what got me thinking about it. I bite my bottom lip and looked away from her. "Okay you don't have to answer but, he will be here tonight and you know he misses you so try and play nice?"
I laughed nervously, it's true he was going to be here but, I tried to push that thought past me as I heard the roar of the bikes as they pulled up to the house. Gemma looked excited, our previous discussion completely forgotten as she shut the light off and motioned for me to be quite. The first one through the door was Jax as he greeted his mother. After him, all the boys came through the door and were commenting on her cooking…well our cooking but they didn't know that yet. I couldn't help but smile as I heard Jax get closer to the dining room and asked, "Why is it all dark in here ma?"
He turned on the light and the moment his eyes laid on me I saw the biggest grin grow on his face. "Hi trouble." I said with a smile equally as big.
"V." he said almost breathlessly as he basically ran up to me
I let out a small scream as he picked me up in his arms spinning me around. When he set me down his hands landed on my cheeks pinching them and pulling them out. "Owwww."
When he let go I protested, "What the hell was that Jax?" I asked and rubbed at my now sore cheeks
"That's what you get for staying away for so long."
I punched his arm and he looked shocked and asked, "Holy crap, you always had a good arm on ya but have you been working out?"
He started to poke and prod at me and I was trying to desperately smack his hands away. "Hey now, is there no love for me?" Juice asked from behind me and he wrapped his arms around me from behind and lifted me up
I giggled and when he put me down I spun around and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I missed you Juicy!"
He laughed shyly and rubbed the back of his head, "Yea me to Vickie."
I gave him a pat on the shoulder and looked past him to see Chibs with his arms wide open for me. I ran straight into him and gave him a huge hug. I loved Chibs, he helped me so much and when I would cry when I was a little girl for my dad, he was always there. Weirdly enough I loved his smell he always smelled of a unique cologne that he would get shipped to him from Scotland, whiskey and smokes but it was comforting. "Uncle Chibs!"
"It's nice to see ya again Lassie."
He gave me a kiss and passed me onto the next person, which was Clay. We weren't to terribly fond of each other but, we didn't hate each other either. Bobby was next and he was just as important as Chibs I loved his hugs. They were always bear hugs to me. Tara stood off in the corner with Gemma and when she saw her turn came she was polite and gave me a half awkward hug and pulled back to look at me. "Good to see you around again." She said
It was halfhearted and I knew she was lying, she always loved the spot light on her but, she was Jax old lady so, I couldn't say much. I plastered a smile on my face and said, "Good to see you to Tara."
I saw Gemma behind Tara giving me a warning look. So I back off and turned around to greet the last person left in the room, Tig. He stood in the corner, looking at me with longing. He looked like his usually rough self but, it was what drew me to him in the first place. His hair was a disaster and he had on his regular grey jeans and his light blue shirt with the top few buttons undone. What was distracting though was the oil streak on his left cheek. He was never good at taking care of himself. I took a few cautious steps towards him. When I reached him, his deep blue eyes eyed me cautiously and I reached a hand up and rubbed off the mark gently. He looked shocked at first but after a few minutes of his eyes searching mine he cleared his throat and looked away from me. I realized that the room had gone dead silent at our interaction.
I gave everyone a smile and spoke, "Okay let's eat I'm starving! Jax you must catch me up on everything I have a feeling there is a lot?"
We had finished supper and everyone was sitting around the table having their own conversations with one another. Gemma and Tara had left to go get dessert as the boys demanded it. I couldn't help but smile at all the familiar faces around the table. Everyone was in there own conversations when I decided I would get up to go wash the dishes before Gemma got back. As I stood at the sink scrubbing, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the men sitting in the next room. Not all of them were good men and they knew that but, in my mind they made up for it with all the good they do…or rather their old ladies do. I also knew there was no reason to be scared or threatened by any of the men there, it was hard to get on their bad side and once you were there you stayed there. There was no way back into the hearts of a son once you messed up and you had to mess up bad. I was no better in a sense, it's not like I stabbed Tig in the back but I turned mine on him. Truth was I did miss Tig but I would never admit that to his face, I realized this last night. He broke through every barrier I had put up over the years in the matter of one night. My body ached for his touch, I loved Derek but, my heart, body and soul would always belong to Tig and this thought scared me. I was washing a wine glass and I was so focused on my thoughts I hadn't heard the heavy footsteps leading into the kitchen.
A pair of hands wrapped around my waist and rested on the lower part of my stomach, the smell of aftershave and cologne wrapped around my body as a pair of lips rested on my neck laying soft kisses on the back of it. At first I thought it was just my imagination running wild with me and I felt my body instantly relax into their arms. It only occurred to me that Tig was actually doing this when I heard him whisper my name into my ear. I jumped and squeezed my hands out of reflex which broke the glass that was in my hand. I swore and pushed away from Tig. "What the hell was that?" Tig asked from behind me
I threw a look over my shoulder as I held my now bleeding hand over the sink, "What do you mean what was that? I should be asking you that."
He rolled his eyes and stepped towards me, he mumbled something under his breath, "It didn't seem like you were rejecting the thought at first babe. Give me your hand we need to get to Gemma's first aid kit in the bathroom, come on."
He grabbed a dish towel and placed it firmly in my hand, then he placed my hand in his and pulled me along to the bathroom. Gemma's bathroom sink had a long counter top and Tig picked me up like it was nothing and placed me on the counter. When he placed me on the counter my skirt had hiked up to my knees and Tig stepped in between my legs. I watched him as he grabbed my hand and pulled it under the warm water clearing off the blood before he reached above my head for the first aid kit and started to bandage up my wound. It wasn't deep and I couldn't help but think that normally it was me doing this to Tig not the other way around. I let a small giggle escape my lips and he looked up at me puzzled. "What?"
"Nothing…it's just your normally the one that needs bandaging around here not me." I laughed once more
Tig had finished bandaging my hand but, he didn't let it go. He was looking at it rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. I could tell he was deep in thought I knew he wanted to talk but I wasn't ready for that. I needed to get out of this room I became very well aware that we were alone in a room away from the others and even if Gemma was back and noticed our absence or anyone for that matter probably wouldn't say anything. I gave his hand a squeeze, "Thank you Tig but I should get back out there and finish what I started."
He still didn't look up at me, just kept staring at my hand. When I went to move though he put his hand on my leg, his fingers just barely slipping under my hiked up skirt. He put enough pressure on my leg to make me stay put and he looked up at me, those beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my own. No words were said between us as he moved his hands to cup my cheeks while he brought his lips slowly to mine. Before he placed his lips on mine he looked at me for any sign of hesitation. My mind wasn't catching up with my actions, all I could think of was Tig and how much my body and heart ached for him. When his lips touched mine, they molded perfectly with mine. It started out soft and passionate but it got deeper quick. He placed his hand behind my neck entangling his fingers in my hair and I leaned forward into him and placed my hands on his jaw pulling him closer to me. My mind was blank and I felt his other hand that wasn't in my hair pulling my waist towards him. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. Then I could hear some annoying ringing in the background, it was distracting, almost nagging. I started to pull away and Tig tried to pull me back. I grabbed my phone from my blouse pocket and I pushed Tig away slightly. I looked at who was calling…it was Derek….
