I really love what everyone had to say about my past updates, your reviews keep me going even though this sickness is making me look for a shot gun and wish for death. You all keep me trekking! I really loved that I'm creating some Kozik fans, I feel there is never enough of them. Kenny Johnson is just the man. I feel like it took me forever to update, which I apologize for, but this sickness is really kicking my ass. But on the plus side, I have all day with the house to myself tomorrow "hello computer chair, meet my bottom, you two will be acquainted for the next 24 hours" alright rant over, lets continue. I do not own Sons of Anarchy, this is just for delicious fun.

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Across the street of Scoops

Paz looked to Kozik's emotionless face to the ice cream gated with bikes, and back to Kozik. And she knew his struggle to confront his brothers with the news of him being a father to a three year old girl who refused to speak anything but Spanish. Paz understood the difficulty that he felt having to bring both of them into the light to his family. But she knew she would not force him to do it if he wasn't ready. Turning to Par in her arms she tried to persuade the toddler.

"You now mi amor, I think it would be better if we get ice cream some other time, okay baby." Kozik was pulled out of his stupor by the sound of a small little whine. He turned to Par to see her little round face in a frown that made him feel like he just set a puppy on fire. He didn't like this feeling, he didn't like it one bit, and he needed to fix it.

"Its okay Paz, let's go get some ice cream, huh Babygirl." Kozik said as he held out his arms and Paz, without missing a beat, placed Par in her daddy's waiting arms. But still gave him a look of uncertainty, and asked in a hushed voice so Par couldn't hear.

"You sure Koz, you don't have to do it now. You can wait until church if you're not one hundred percent prepared." Kozik gave a crooked grin to the young women besides him, willing to hold off Par meeting his family if he wasn't ready. But he wanted his brothers to see Par, and get to know her like he was doing.

"Na it's all good sweetheart, now's the perfect time." she still had the look of uncertainty on her face, but Kozik could tell that it was now from nervousness, her nervousness of meeting his boys. So with a crooked smile Kozik wrapped his free hand around Paz's much smaller one and kissed her on the side of her temple, as he whispered reassuringly.

"Come on Mamma, we can do this."

Inside Scoops

There was no doubt in Paz's mind that a blind man could see how scared shitless she was. It wasn't a fear of the men inside the room, or what they did, which Paz still wasn't completely sure what it was they did, but it was a fear of non-acceptance from Kozik's family towards Par. But it was too late to turn back now. As the bell on the door dinged signaling there entrance, a group of men, that some would call intimidating, all turned their gazes to the three. Silence filled the room that felt extremely long and terribly awkward to Paz, but then a short, large man with long curly gray hair and a beard stood from a stool.

"Koz, who would these lovely ladies be?" the man said as he came closer to them and offered his hand to Paz.

"Bobby, this is Paz, and this beautiful little girl is Parca… my daughter." Paz could see some confused faces behind the man who's name was Bobby, but the man himself was just grinning from ear to ear, as he shook Paz's hand, then turned to Par and lightly tugged on a few of her blonde curls.

"Well of course she is, Goldie locks has the same hair as you, minus her mothers beautiful curls." while Bobby continued to play with Par's curls, the little girl becoming more at ease around all these men began to giggle. Par's bubbly laugh, and growing smile seemed to strike a cupids arrow right through every man in the shop, Paz could see it, her daughter had that effect on people. You couldn't help but fall head over heels. The rest of the men began to get up and make there way towards the little girl in their brothers arms. After some hellos from a few men Paz went over to the ice cream bar to get some much deserved frosty sweetness. Waiting for her double scooped sweet cream from a kind but silently weird man named Chucky Paz felt someone pat her shoulder. Turning around to meet a pair of dark eyes and a knowing grin had Paz beginning to step back, when she recognized the intimidating man. But before she could say anything he spoke first with the same raspy voice from all those years ago.

"Didn't your mamma ever tell you it's rude to stare." Happy wasn't sure what he was expecting from her, but the girls laughter took him by surprise. With a big smile she asked.

"You remember me?" with a curt nod, Happy couldn't help but let loose a small smile of his own. The girl looked the same in her face, not even a wrinkle marred her soft, light skin. Her hips were rounder and her hair was longer, her outfit hugging ever dip and curve of her thick but small body. He couldn't lie, she was a fucking view to see.

"I remember you girl, but you were half reaper last time I saw ya. By the little-bit sitting with my brothers over there, I take it, it wasn't the last time you saw Koz." she nodded, a guilty look on her young face.

"No, but it's been a while." he nodded in understanding. Paz wasn't she what she thought about this man, he seemed semi terrifying, but almost docile around her. Before she could put more thought to it Jax got a call that required all me to head out. Kozik got up from his seat Par still in his arms, with a cone of melted strawberry ice cream in her hands, as he handed her off to Paz he gave his smiling little girl a loud kiss of her ice cream stained cheek, then one to Paz's temple as he headed out, both girl saying their byes and be careful's.

After the men left Scoop's, Paz decided that it would be a good idea to bring something for tomorrow night dinner. Saying bye to Chucky, both girls went walking through the markets, trying to find some ideas on what to make. Paz knew it had to be something that didn't require a oven or stove top, due to the Bed and Breakfast they were staying at didn't have either. But it had a counter, sink, and a fridge. Over the many times of bringing Par grocery shopping, Paz would always watch her looking and walking around, and whenever it seemed like something caught her little girls eye, whatever it was would always make it's way into there meal. due to the early heat this year, the markets had a huge variety of fresh produce, and the large, juicy, red strawberries seemed to catch the toddlers eyes. Seeing the vender, a women with a dark skin tone and long springy brown hair, she was most likely around her early 40s in age, sorting and measuring many different fruits, and packaging them into small paper bags, and little cardboard boxes.

"Excuse me," the older women turned to a smiling Paz then down to a little Par gazing longingly at the ruby red strawberries. The vender smiled back at the young woman.

"Well hello, I don't think I've seen the two of you around before." Paz laughed good-naturedly.

"Yes, it's or fist time in Charming, we are visiting family. I am planning on making something sweet, would you know of anything I could do with strawberries, that is chilled?" the woman looked thoughtful for a few moments, then her eyes brightened.

"You know what I have just the thing." she bent down behind the crates containing all her fruit, and came back with a large cardboard pastry box in her hands, opening it showing Paz, small palm sized pie crusts.

"Strawberry tarts, I make them all the time for summer, they're refreshing and sweet. I'll give you the recipe for the filling, all it needs is a mixing bowl and a fridge." Paz took a moment to think.

"Hmm strawberry tarts, what do you think mi amor?" little Par was jumping up and down shouting happily.

"Si, si, es delicious!" the vendor women laughed and said.

"I'll take that as a yes." the woman went on picking hand fills of fresh strawberries and some fresh mint, and put all of it into a cloth bag along with the pasty box, smiling at the two girls she said.

"Here you girls go. And I went ahead and put the recipe for the filling in there." as Paz took the bag from her smiling and gave her cash in payment.

"Thank you so much, I'll let you know how they turn out."

"Please do." the vendor said as she took a small package from behind the crates and gave it to Par, for the little girl to open it revealing a handful of strawberries, Par looked up at the older woman smiling as she winked at the little girl. Paz turned to her daughter.

"Que dices mi amor?" Par looked up in glee.

"Gracias."

"De nada." Paz turned to the woman and thanked her as well.

Outside of Gemma's house

Early in the afternoon Paz got a call from Kozik saying that some club business was going to take longer than planned so he would meet her at dinner. She said it was fine and that they would see him there, but inside she was screaming. It was one thing to meet the club, but add on the women behind the mean, that had Paz thinking twice about exiting the car. It was the fact that she didn't know what to expect that had Paz second guessing everything from the dessert she brought to her and Par's outfits. Pa put Par's hair in a side braid that went across the back of her head, and ended with her blonde curls in a side ponytail, in a lavender dress with a high neckline and a poodle style skirt that went down just under her knees. Her golden cross resting over her dress, and a pair of white on white Mary Jane flats. Paz also had her black curls in braids but they were swept and twisted into an intricate bun on the back of her head, with a few lose curls around her face. A light teal high waisted skirt that flowed out to mid thigh, and a fitted lace, cream colored top with cap sleeves, that ended about an inch above her skirt sowing a tiny bit of skin, and a pair of teal, ankle strap, suede chunk heels.

And as she watched a few stragglers enter the house in their tight, dark clothes with tares in it, she knew her and Par would stand out, more than they would have if were dealing with just their different ethnicity. But as she looked in the rearview mirror at her daughter, fluffing out her skirt and smoothing back her hair. Paz couldn't help but lovingly smile at her daughter, who would rather be a princess than a night, and she was fine with that. So Paz told herself, no matter how much they might stand out tonight, she wasn't going to change who they were. She got out of the car and opened the door for her little girl to jump out, while with her free held the container of strawberry tarts. When they got to the front door, Par rang the door bell, that was opened by a woman wearing extremely low leather pants, and a tight hot pink top that showed her black bra. The woman was older than Paz, but she couldn't tell by how much older she was due to her caked on makeup. The woman giving Paz and Par a confused look said.

"I think you got the wrong place chica," but she didn't get to say more because a woman with short dark hair came up behind her and told her to go back into the kitchen. Paz observed this woman, she looked normal with a white top that fit her well, and a pair of fit light jeans that flared out at the bottom that showed her black heeled boots. Whipping her hands on a towel on her shoulder she smiled at Paz and Par.

"You must be the newcomers Paz, and this beautiful little girl must be Parca," she looked back at Paz in uncertainty.

"Did I pronounce it right?" Paz smiled and offered her.

"It was fine, but if you would prefer you can call her Adley or Addy. People at school call her that." smiling the woman said.

"Addy, I think that would be fine with me, I'm Tara, Jax's old lady, please come in. is that for me?" Tara said gesturing to the container.

"Oh yes, I thought I should bring something, me and Par made strawberry tarts." Paz said as she handed the container over. Tara turned to Paz.

"Can you give me just one sec, I'll be right back." Paz nodded as Tara went through a doorway and came back a few moments later with out the container.

"Come on you two this way, the guys aren't back yet but Jax just called me and said they should be here in about ten minutes. But until then we can sit and talk." they made there way into a large living room with big furniture, everything in dark tones, as Tara sat Paz asked.

"Are you sure, I can help in the kitchen until the guys get here." Tara shook her head and lightly patted the spot next to her, Paz sat as Par planted herself on her mommy's lap.

"It's alright, they have everything handled in there. Besides I want to get to know you. The only other women besides myself who didn't come from this life style." Paz was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"This life, every woman you see tonight has been surrounded by this world for most of their lives." still a little confused, Paz went along with it anyway.

"When did you… enter this life I mean." Tara looked thoughtful.

"When I was a teen, but I left to go to college, became a doctor and when a position opened up at the local hospital, I came back and got myself re-submerged back into this world." Paz nodded and Tara asked.

"What about you?" Paz looked a little uncertain her eyes cast down at her toddler Tara called out.

"Abel, can you come out here baby?" a blonde little boy came out of the hallway, a few years older then Par.

"Abel this is uncle Kozik's daughter Addy. Why don't you take her in the backyard to ply in the jungle gym." Paz glanced down to see her daughter looking up at her, her huge eyes pleading.

"Go on." it didn't even take five seconds for the two to be out of there. Leaving behind both mothers smiling and laughing at their children's eagerness.

"Do not let Gemma see them together for too long, or she'll have paper work for an arranged marriage ready by tomorrow." Paz laughed.

"I don't know about that, I've met the woman once and there is no doubt that she hates me." Tara nodded and said.

"Oh believe me it doesn't matter. Gemma may hate the mothers, but she loves the children. To her they are future Son's and Old ladies." Paz looked dumbfounded.

"Jesus." Tara nodded once more.

"Ya, I know. But back to the question at hand. How long have you been in this life?" Paz shook her head and crossed her legs.

"I wasn't. I met Kozik close to five years ago, we were together one day, then he was gone. I kept going to college throughout my pregnancy, but when she was born I took a year off. During that time at home I was writing a little, when I went back to school I showed my professor my work. He helped me get published before the next year" Tara's eyes widened

"So you are a writer who has had a book published?" Paz nodded.

"I have two books published actually."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 22." Tara's eyes grew bigger.

"Wow, you sure accomplished your self." both women laughed, and Tara turned back to Paz.

"And now you're with Samcro's SGT. At Arms." Paz shook her head.

"Me and Kozik aren't together." Tara gave her a confused look.

"But I thought…" before Tara could finish her sentence the front door slammed open, and the guys started flooding in. As Tara turned back she saw Paz walking towards the sliding door that lead to the back yard. Tara stood up and began greeting the men, her mind still on the young woman who seemed to refuse to call herself an Old Lady.

Alright y'all that was my update I hoped you all enjoyed it. There is a definite possibility that I will update again tomorrow, with lots of eye drops, gallons of tea, and a whole lot of motivation from all of you.

Please let me know what you all think of this update, and let me know what you might want to see with what's to come.