Apologies my fellow readers. School hasn't been kind to me and like it or not I really, really, really want to graduate. *sighs* I know it seems like I did, but I have not given up on this story. In fact I can't wait till spring break so I can put out more chapters. I put two stories in one because I love you guys. Off to the story. Leave some feedback please because you love this story and want to see more of it.. :]

I don't know why it was a big shocker that babies are the most complicated things that two people could ever create. They can't speak so they can't tell you what they want, they can't write it down because they don't learn to write or even read till years later and finally they don't have any grip over the English language to begin with so everything above is irrelevant. So what do they do you may or may not ask? Of course you already know the answer to that question. They cry, and cry and cry some more. Oh did I mention that they cry?

When Tig and I, got Dawn home she was as quiet as a mouse and better than any baby I've seen. She just made little baby noises and stared at us. She recognized our voices for sure but she wasn't sure who we were. Understandable she is a baby, which is short for "an unknowing little person". However when we put her to bed, she started to cry, and let's just say the girl has got some lungs on her.

So I breast fed her, burped her, changed her, rocked her, sang to her, cuddled her but she just wouldn't stop crying. So I fed her yet again, burped her, changed her, rocked her and so on. This entire cycle lasted for another couple of hours. I think she must've wore herself out because she fell asleep, but not for long. Sooner than later, she started to cry again so I had to feed her yet again, change her and repeated the same cycle over and over. By the time night came around I don't think I had a minute to myself. Not to mention I hadn't taken off my bra so many times in one day. Plus my nipples were chapped to shit. Too much information? Well that's too bad. Tig and I nearly passed out almost immediately after Dawn was put to sleep.

I really don't get why he was so sleepy, when all he did was play errand boy and rush off to get things, I had to do all the dirty work. He must've worn himself out from hiding when Dawn needed to have her diaper changed. It's amazing how it takes a lot of brains to fake such stupidity. Maybe that's what all fathers become when their kids are born. Just plain stupid. Now I understand why my dad had that confused expression on his face all the time. Like when the kid comes their minds just shrink and their left with a permanent retarded faces on their features. Oh well. He'll figure it out I suppose, but then again it's Tig. One can only expect so much from them.

The next day Dawn was taking a nap, and I was catching up on some sleep. I wasn't fully asleep nor fully awake. I was kind of wandering around in dream land but kept coming back to reality, just to check in to see if I wasn't missing anything. From the corner of my weary eyes I saw Tig come into Dawn's room during his lunch break just to look at his baby. He kept rubbing her back and admiring her. She looked a lot like him especially when she opened her eyes. He couldn't get over it. I never would expect a man like Tig, to fall over any woman, but then again it is his daughter. His little girl. He must've had the idea that he could pick her up without disturbing her because before I knew it he was reaching into her crib and pulling her up to lay on his shoulder.

"You're going to wake her." I said slowly drifting back off into dream land.

"No I won't." Tig whispered rubbing her back gently. "I just want her to hold her before I go back to work."

"Are you coming home early?" I asked, still off in dream land.

"Yeah." He said, sitting in the rocking chair, and holding her. If I would've thought of it I would have taken a picture. Tig stopped rocking her, when he felt her stir, and then when the coast was clear he started rocking her again. I wasn't sure how long, he was holding her, but I heard Dawn start to whimper quietly at first then the whimpers got louder.

"Oh shit." Tig said. "Sssh." He said rocking her, so not to wake me, but I knew what was going on, however I wasn't moving. Hell I didn't have the energy to move. Then I heard Dawn start to full out cry.

"Why!" I said, into the pillow. I was worn down to shit, I didn't even want to move. Tig tired in vain to rock her, but I think the poor thing was hungry. Tig looked at me then at Dawn. He extended her out to me. "So, I'm going back to work. See you later bye." After I took her he rushed out of the room. I glared at him and then started to feed Dawn. "You're father is a moron." I said

The party for us and Dawn was held at the clubhouse because I didn't feel like picking up after a baby and several grown men who don't know that the trash can is where someone throws away their shit. So the final decision was to have it at the clubhouse. Okay, it was more my decision. I pretty much demanded that it be at the clubhouse so I didn't have to even worry about anything. Honestly I really didn't want one. The gifts I received that everyone spent so much money on at the discount section at Macy's was really more than enough. I just think the club just wants a reason to get drunk and party. It was bad enough that I had to drag myself out of bed to attend to a nagging baby, but I had to smile and pretend like I was having fun when all I wanted to do was sleep. However being an old lady with a crow tattoo on your right forearm means that you have to act like you're happy to see a bunch of sweaty bikers who disturb you from your eight hour slumber. I'm not bitter, it's just a statement.

Anyway, everyone who was anyone showed up to be frank, well except Charlotte. Tig wasn't going to invite her but I did anyway. It's her granddaughters party, so she should see her. The only thing is that she was nowhere to be found. I figured it was the beginning of the party so no one showed up right on time.

So I became somewhat of a social little butterfly. Talking to everyone and being my normally charming self. This included keeping those drunk idiots and haughty sluts away from my kid. When every person who jumps out from under their rock, you have to be cautious. Even my older brother showed up and he hates the Sons. He sat in the corner drinking free beers, and talking to my mom who was watching after Dawn. I warned Tig and Cassius that they had to stay the hell away from each because if they didn't I would make their lives corrupt to shit.

I decided to catch up with my brother. He seemed slightly buzzed and a little distracted, maybe it was all the Sons around him that made him nervous. Or perhaps it was the fact that Violet's condition hadn't improved. In fact it was getting worse. I wrapped an arm around his neck. "What's new, Baloo?" I asked, taking a small sip of beer. He pinched my cheek and said. "Nothing, Tink. Absolutely nothing."

"Is Violet doing any better?"

Cassius hesitated. "Um, a bit." He took a big gulp of beer before saying his next sentence. "She's going through ECT. She might be well enough to be released in a few months."

I was horrified at the thought of ECT. Just in case, I'm the only one who knows, but Electroconvulsion therapy is something that you don't want to do. If you enjoy electrical currents running through your body sending you into convulsions that are quite painful then be my guest and enjoy. But I know I cringe at the thought of that happening to me, but then again who wouldn't? I mean, have you ever seen One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest? Poor Jack Nicholson. I heard it was slightly better than before, but honestly who would want to be reduced to that?

I tried my best to look on the positive, and clasped my hands together and gave him a phony smiled. "That's wonderful. At least she'll be well enough to get out of there." I couldn't read any joy on his face. It was like someone put a needle in his bloodstream and sucked the life out of him. I had no doubt in my mind he loved her. I mean if Tig was in the same situation I wouldn't know how I was going to get by and still raise our daughter. It was already bad enough with one kid but two? I wasn't sure if my sanity could take it. Maybe it was the hormones from the pregnancy but still, I think anyone could grasp my point.

"Well if you need anything. You know I'm right here." I said pointing to myself. Cassius looked at me with Mama's solid dark eyes. He needed all the help he could get. Mama, was helping him with his kids, which made me wonder what he wanted me to do. Cassius patted my hand. "We'll talk about it later Tink. Enjoy your party." I nodded and got up with my tall glass of water still tightly in my hand. I've been carrying this drink for the past hour and I was determined not to get drunk. The last time I got drunk, Dawn was conceived. (Plus I'm not suppose to since I'm breast feeding Dawn).

As I walked to the garage area of the clubhouse where I found Tig and the others drinking beers and laughing. I sat down beside him and listened to their crude jokes and drunken laughs when I spotted a woman in a form fitting leopard skinned dress, and heels walking towards us. Her sunglasses were placed on top of her black victory rolls. Her ruby lips curled into a smile. I wasn't sure if the sunglasses were what she really used or they were for show but either way she looked absolutely stunning.

"Alex!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Hey, baby." When she approached them, she kissed Tig on the cheek and wrapped an arm around him. Tig looked like a a seven year old kid who was being smothered to death by his mother. He gave the 'just-give-me-a-hug-and-get-out-of-here' look. "Sorry I'm late. I got a little caught up at the reservation." Her blue eyes looked at me and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "How are you doing darling?" she asked placing her red fingered nails on my cheeks.

"I'm alright." I said with a smile. Why is she so goddamn pretty? "You want to see Dawn?"

Charlotte had seen Dawn once or twice in the hospital, but hadn't seen her since. Tears came to her blue eyes and she nodded with a wide smile on her face. "Very much so." she said. I looked briefly at Tig who looked strangely apathetic and then to the other members of the club who looked like they could barely control the drool coming out of their mouths. Judging from the stares at Charlotte's ass and the 'oh-my-god-I-got-to-have-her-look' from them I could tell it was lust at first sight. Come to think of it, maybe Tig's look wasn't apathy, perhaps it was blind fury at his brothers checking out his mom.

"She's over there, with my mom. One of the guys can show you to her." I partly did that to get back at Tig for calling sweet butt bitch sexy earlier and the mere fact that I didn't feel like working my way through the crowd just to get to my mom and work my way back. I guess I was more tired than I thought. Charlotte turned on her heel. "Oh, are these your friends, Alex?" she asked him looking rather eager to meet them. Tig glared at them and shrugged.

"I'm Chibs." Chibs said extending his hand out toward her. Charlotte took his hand gracefully and gave him a flirty smile. "Hello, Chibs."

"And I'm Bobby." Bobby said nearly leaping out of his seat just to shake those ivory hands of hers.

"Juice." Juice said taking her hand awkwardly. It probably would've been even cuter if he hadn't tripped off of his seat to stand up. Finally Clay lifted himself out of his seat smoothly and said. "I'm the President of this club. I'm Clay."

Charlotte flashed him a charming ruby smile and said. "I'm Charlotte. How do you do?"

"Oh god." Tig whined into his hands. "This is my worst nightmare." I felt bad for Tig, now but this was a sight to see. I only hoped he wouldn't hold this over my head for too long. I actually like talking to him for our morning coffee. it would be awkward if he gave me the silent treatment again.

"I'm fine darling. I just happen to know where Apples mom is." Clay said. His voice dropped an octave, into a almost husky tone. I guess that was his way of being truly seductive. Charlotte extended her arm. "So show me the way, Mr. President." I tried my best to resist a laugh, but I could feel my resistance breaking. Tig shook his head. Tig looked like he wanted to jump up and strangle Clay, but I think the President patch on his cut was the only thing that stopped him. "I hate my life." Tig said under his breath. Clay took Charlotte's extended arm and led her back into the clubhouse. When they were sure she was gone and out of ear shot, the club members started talking about her like hormonal high school boys.

"Dude, who is that?" Juice asked. "An aunt or something?"

"Close." I said.

"Sister?"

"Warmer." I replied.

"She's my mom, alright." Tig said gulping down the rest of his beer.

"Dude, she's hot." Juice said. I started laughing my head off, but according to Tig that wasn't funny. Tig punched him hard in the jaw and poor Juice fell flat on the ground and tried to pick himself up. Chibs was cautious but he said. "Sorry, brother but your mom is pretty-," Before he finished his sentence he saw that look in Tig's blue eyes. That look that he wanted to hurt someone, maybe more in fact. And yes there will be blood. "You know attractive. In a respectful way." Chibs slowly but surely backed away from his deranged brother and made himself damn near invisible for the rest of the night.

Tig threw his beer bottle towards a trash can but missed sending the brown bottle scattered into tiny pieces around the floor into small brown crystals, and he went to the Jack Daniels, taking a huge gulp. "Shit, I wanna go home." Tig said folding his arms like a spoiled brat. It's hard to blame Charlotte though. If I had the charm of Scarlet O'Hara, and the looks of Bettie Page I think I would have done the same. If I wasn't with Tig. I think if I did try it now, Tig would go ape shit on me and I doubt you would find my body. To try and lighten the mood as I watched my old man drink I said. "You know, I hope the kid doesn't have your anger or taste for Jackie D." I said with a smile.

He wasn't at all amused.

Re-corrected this chapter. Thanks to LiveFreeDieWell. :) You're a lifesaver.