Christmas time was Chelsy's favorite time of the year. She was a sucker for gifts and cute desserts. She decorated the entire house with blinking lights and seasonal candles. She was excited. The only think that brought her down from her winter high was Abel. She talked to Rosen, and he said the judge isn't budging on Abel being released early. He told her maybe after New Year's since crime rate skyrockets during the holidays, but even then he can't guarantee Abel's release due to overcrowding and good behavior.

"Girl, you need to be careful with all these candles. You're gonna burn the house down," Alyssa tells her walking inside the house with some last minute groceries.

"My candles are fine. I don't need to spray those damn air fresheners. The smell bothers me," Chelsy tells her finishing up on some gingerbread cupcakes. She's been in a cooking mood lately. She's made angel cake, milk chocolate pastries with caramel filling, and more than enough cheesecakes. She had to invest in a spare refrigerator which was set in the garage.

"Abel is gonna be so jealous he's not here," Alyssa tells her seeing the kitchen counter filled with desserts. "We're all gonna become diabetics. Are you supposed to be eating all this?"

"Absolutely not. I munch here and there, but I am definitely watching what I eat. The baby is a perfect size for my vagina. If she gets any bigger, which I'm told she will, it's gonna be uncomfortable. Plus, my blood sugar is okay, but it's on the high side of okay from what Tara tells me. Don't worry, I'm being careful and Abel's gonna get his desserts. I'm visiting him in a few days and gonna bring him some," Chelsy tells her wiping her hands on paper.

"Bet he'd like that," Alyssa asks taking one of those pastries.

"I'm finished with all of these, but I need to go shopping for an outfit for the dinner. Wanna come with?" she asked her.

"Yeah, I'm always up for shopping," Alyssa tells her.

They get to the boutique and Chelsy walks around looking at all the tight dresses she knew she couldn't fit into. And then she saw it. It was a beautiful red dress with a small gold band right below the braline, and then flared out, which definitely gave her room to breathe and move.

"I found my dress," she said and then goes to try it on. As she walks to the dressing room, she almost bumps into one of the club's new girls. Chelsy didn't know much about her, and she wasn't sure she wanted to start associating with her. It's not like she thought she was better than the girls who were offering themselves to the guys. She just wasn't comfortable with what the girls hung around for. They wanted a man, a husband, a provider, and the high divorce rate that occurs in the outlaw world was, in large part, due to the girls who used their bodies and sex to get a patched member in bed.

Given Chelsy's current predicament, being pregnant and being with Abel, they haven't had the chance to make their relationship official. She didn't have his crow or his ring. Things were simpler if she just doesn't involve herself in the old lady versus crow eater battle. Plus, she was winning the battle anyway. She saw the looks the girls gave her when they tried to approach her and she didn't acknowledge them. It was a matter of trust, and she wasn't sure she could trust any of these girls.

"Hi, Chelsy," the girl tells her forcing her to reply.

"Hi, excuse me," Chelsy says walking forward making the girl move out of the way. Chelsy didn't respect the girl enough to walk around her.

"I was trying to talk to you," the nameless girl speaks out.

"What do you want?" Chelsy says giving the girl the attention she thinks she needs, even if it was for a moment or so.

"I'm Taylor," the girl says extending a hand out to Chelsy.

"Wonderful, now what do you want?" Chelsy asked looking at the regular jeans and stripped white and red sweater.

"I'm new in town, and I just wanted to introduce myself, that's all. I don't want any trouble, really," the girl says. Chelsy watches her noticing how naive the girl sounded and how innocent she looked.

"How old are you?" Chelsy asked her noticing Alyssa come up to her.

"I'm twenty," the girl said.

"Pretty young. What made you come to Charming?" Alyssa asked.

"I was in Vegas, and one of the guys told me about Charming. I looked it up, and it seemed pretty small and a good place to land, so here I am," Taylor says bringing laughing by the end.

"Well, welcome to Charming, Taylor. Now, we gotta go. Enjoy the holidays," Chelsy said and she and Alyssa walked towards the dressing rooms.

The girls purchase their clothes and they went out to brace the cold wind, their arms intertwined with each other. The street was pretty clear, most people inside the warmth and comfort of their homes. As the girls approach their car, they notice a note on the windshield wipers. It was addressed to Chelsy.

"Hmm," she says sitting in the car before opening the folder up piece of paper.

You look beautiful today, glowing. One day, I'll get the courage to tell you in person…

"What? That's weird as shit," Alyssa says looking around the street looking for anyone suspicious.

"Yeah, but whatever,"Chelsy says folding the paper back up and letting it fall to the car floor. Alyssa gets a text from her mother telling her to get her and Chelsy to the clubhouse.

When they arrive at the clubhouse, they notice the two members standing at the doors, guarding the entrance. The girls walk inside, and they see Chibs laying down on a pool table, with Tara, Jax, and the rest of the guys standing over him, Tara was dressed in her scrubs, blood splattered all over, and Jax's arm was wrapped around her. Chibs was pale, too pale, and he wasn't moving. His hair had blood in it, and much of his cut was covered in dry blood.

Harry walks up to Chelsy as Alyssa goes to her parents.

"The Mayans," Harry tells her placing a hand over her shoulders. "He's gone."

"Oh, shit" Chelsy said her hand going to cover her mouth as he walked with her to the table.

Tara takes a sheet and covers the body, her eyes surprisingly dry, but Chelsy figured that was her role, to be the glue keeping this club together.

"There's a coffin coming. We need to move him, can't leave him here," Opie said sitting on a stool by the pool table.

"The funeral...he was shot. People are gonna ask how he died," Alyssa said not bothering to keep the tears in as she places her hand over Chib's cold one under the sheet.

"We'll cremate him. We can't risk a funeral without the cops asking questions," Jax said.

As much as everyone knew they needed to move, neither could move their eyes from Chibs. He was a constant in the club for so long.

"All right, we need to move. There's a stretcher we'll put him on, and we gotta get to Charlie. I already called him," Jax told everyone. Charlie replaced Skeeter at the funeral home. Charlie was more than willing to help the club out, especially if the club kept supplying him girls to entertain him.

The guys get up and bring the stretcher parallel to the table, being careful to move Chibs with the upmost respect. They rearrange the sheet so it covers the body, but before the body could be rolled away, Jax takes the sheet off of his head, and drops a kiss to his forehead. Chelsy watches Jax's eyes, and she saw the tears. His tears brought about her own, and as she saw Tara's hand come to rest on his back, she wishes Abel was here so she could comfort him in his grief. He'll grieve the loss of a man he considered a great uncle behind bars alone.

Jax rolls the body in the back with the rest of the guys following behind. Tara doesn't follow. Instead, she collects the bag that seemed to be full of gazes and bloody gloves, and walked into the back. Harry leaned over to her and asked her to follow Tara before he followed the rest of his brothers.

She caught up with Tara, and saw her pouring gasoline over a metal garbage can.

"I'm sorry…" Chelsy tells her staring at the burning contents in the can.

"He was the best man, always stayed close to this club, supported it, even when it deserved some of the shit that came its way," Tara said, her voice choking up as she tried to explain how much Chibs meant to them all.

"He loved this club. I didn't know him long, Tara, but it wasn't hard to tell there wasn't anywhere else he'd rather be than here," Chelsy said to her. She leads Tara to sit down in a few old gray chairs. They both continue to stare into the fire, not staying anything. Chelsy places her hand over Tara's when Tara lets her tears fall. They hold each other tight, both jumping as they hear glass shatter inside the main room.

They hear Opie yell, and then more glass breaking.

"Come on," Tara tells her quickly drying her tears and clearing her throat. "They need us, Chelsy, so stay close."

"I will," she replies. As both of them walk inside, the only two guys in the main room were Jax and Opie, everyone else was gone.

"We're having church. Alyssa went upstairs. She said she'll spend the night here. You all right?" Jax asks her. She nods yes, and he whispers back to her that he was too, but they both knew neither was okay. However, they had time to grieve together in private, but right now they had to get everyone through this night.

Tommy walks outside of the chapel, picking up the broom and beginning to sweep up the glass. Chelsy was confused, wondering why he wasn't inside, until he turned to her and she was the bruises on his face.

"Tommy? What happened to you?" she asks him interrupting his cleaning duties.

"Hey…the Mayans, I was with Chibs when they shot him. They ambushed us at a gas station on one of the back roads. He wouldn't let me call 911…he wanted to leave it up to God," he tells her flinching as she lightly touches his bruised cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy," she tells him and she sees his blue eyes glisten with tears. He was younger than her, and in this world, he was supposed to be strong, but in this moment, he needed comfort, and she pulled him in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and she felt him shake, fight to keep himself quiet.

"I'm glad you're here," he tells her and lets her go, kissing her cheek before he pulls away.

"Why aren't you in there?" she asks him feeling the baby kick against her bladder.

"My dad felt I needed to calm down so here I am, cleaning up the mess he created, calming down, and when I'm done cleaning up, I can go back in," Tommy tells her anger in his voice as he takes out his frustration on both the broom and the shattered bottles.

She sits in a vacant chair and stares around the room. When Tara came back from checking on Alyssa, she sees her youngest son finish his task, and she kisses his cheek, telling him it's time for him to go inside. Tara sits down by Chelsy in her own chair, both staring at the chapel doors.