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We're back with another weekly post! It feels so good to be back and on a schedule. We hope you're enjoying the return of Mo. Our goal at the moment—get through season one. As we finally wander into show territory, we just want to give a heads up. Things will shift and change because these characters are no longer the same ones we all fell in love with on the show. Our characters have changed them, and that will be reflected.
Mo Astor Chapter 37
Journee
The harsh jangle pulls me from sleep's sweet embrace.
Filip shifts around, and I burrow even further under my pillow.
I want to ignore it.
It's been a long, lonely couple of weeks without him.
I'd grown so used to being alone, I underestimated how quickly I'd gotten used to having my husband at my side.
Minutes felt like hours, and weeks felt like months.
The stolen moments of conversation on the phone weren't nearly enough.
I huff in annoyance, curling closer to my husband's warm chest as I will the phone to stop ringing.
"Can't even sleep in on me day off." Daddy growls, rolling away to reach for the vibrating menace on the nightstand beside him.
I miss his warmth already.
I brace myself for the important errand he'll be called off to complete.
Fucking club can really be a pain in the ass sometimes.
"S'not me, love. Is yew." He grumbles, unwrapping the arm he had wound around me.
It's my turn to growl.
Shoving my pillow off my head, I turn away from my husband and grab my phone.
I blink against the sunlight streaming in through the window, fighting to force my blurry vision to focus.
"Ma." scrolls across the screen, and I scowl.
"Are you fucking kidding me? She knows you guys had a late night."
Ugh.
I rub my face and take a deep breath.
Time to put my pretend happy voice to good use.
"Hey, Ma, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I ask in a sickly-sweet tone.
"Hey baby, I know that tone." Ma snickers.
"I know the boys had a late-night which I'm sure you two made even later." She teases.
I can't hold back the giggle that bubbles up in my throat as pride swells inside me.
Filip Telford is finally all mine.
I glance down at the ring, winking up at me from the ring finger on my left hand.
"I'm just letting you know we're doing a family dinner tonight—seven o'clock at my house. We're gonna do a few chicken roasts. I'll handle the roasts. Your sister is gonna handle the potatoes, so you'll handle the veggie sides." I roll my eyes but smile.
In true Gemma form-there is no ask, just tell—an annoying habit big bro actually picked up from her as well.
They were never questions, just orders.
"Any veggies in particular?" I ask.
Daddy's arm wraps around my waist once more as he spoons me.
I place my hand over Filip's, loving the ring on his finger.
"Whatever you want, baby." She hums.
"But you know Clay loves your Broccoli Salad."
So, Broccoli Salad for sure.
Daddy nibbles my neck.
His stubble tickles my sensitive skin.
I hold back my laughter, biting my lips as I try to focus on Ma's words.
"Mhmm, Right." I press my ass against his morning wood and wiggle, teasing him with friction. He groans, and his warm breath caresses my ear.
His calloused hand slips under my gown, skimming my waist.
He grips my chest and squeezes roughly.
I squeak before I can catch myself.
"Right," Mom speaks louder.
"Tig and Bobby are huge fans of that green bean casserole you make."
There's no way she doesn't know exactly what's going on, but my mother is the queen of pretending when it suits her.
He continues to massage my swollen breasts—a fresh gush of liquid slicks the bare skin of my thighs.
I press them tightly together to relieve some of the pressure already building inside me.
He brushes a thumb over my stiff nipple, caressing me through the silk of my nightgown.
He pinches and tugs, pulling a moan free from my lips.
"Sounds like your old man is awake. I'll let you go."
She says with a chuckle.
Daddy pushes my nightgown up, lifting my thigh.
Her voice grows distant as heat races through my body.
"Remember broccoli salad and green bean casserole and maybe one more. See you tonight, baby. Love you." She mimics the sound of a kiss into the phone.
Filip is rock hard, winding me up as he glides between my dripping lips, making sure to hit my clit at every pass.
"Love you too, Ma." I open my mouth to gasp quietly.
"Yup. See you tonight." I squeak out, and he pushes inside.
"Ooooh, Daddy." I moan, ending the call and clenching my muscles around him greedily.
"Thas right Mo Astor. Daddy's home." He grunts, thrusting his hips.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as my body accepts him.
He moves in and out, stretching, filling, reclaiming, and giving me a place to belong.
I reach back and wrap my arm around his neck, holding him close.
My heart swells with emotions.
This man is everything.
"Love you, love you, love you," I whine, fisting the growing salt and pepper locks and pulling them taught.
He growls, nipping my neck.
The coil winds tight in my stomach.
Sweat beads across my forehead, I'm panting and shaking as I near the edge.
"Daddy, daddy, please. S-soo close." I whimper, meeting his thrusts, clenching around him greedily.
"Look at me." He demands.
I look over my shoulder, meeting those soulful brown eyes that own my heart, body, and soul.
"I love you, Journee."
He crashes his lips to mine, and I whine into his mouth, trying to hold back.
"Let go, Leannan." He whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
I cry out, holding tight to him as the flood gates squirt open, and I clench tightly around him. He stills his hips, releasing his seed inside me with a guttural roar.
We're both panting heavily as we come back down from the high.
"And here I thought I was gonna be pissed being woken up by a phone call." I tease, glancing back over my shoulder.
He gives me a sweet smile, remaining inside me to make sure we don't lose any of his swimmers.
"I didnae think we shoul'let the opportunity pass." He teases back, pressing his lips to mine.
"Wise choice from a wise man." I giggle, flexing my muscles around him.
He grunts.
"Dangerous moves from a dangerous woman." He winks before easing out of me.
I can't help but pout at the loss of fullness him being inside me always brings.
"Ack, you put that lip away, Mo, or we'll never leave this bed." He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip.
"And that's a bad thing because?" I add before parting my lips for him.
I know he can't resist slipping his thumb inside my mouth.
I instinctively suck the warm digit, keeping my eyes on his.
He cups my jaw with the rest of his hand.
"Cause I heard yer Ma. We got a menu to get started on." He presses a kiss to my nose before releasing my jaw.
I sigh, nodding in agreement.
"Anything you want, baby. But make sure it's your broccoli salad and your green bean casserole." I mock Gemma's tone, shaking my head.
I love the woman and will always be grateful for all she's done for me, but damn can she be demanding.
"Yew soundin like her is a very scary thing." He chuckles, rolling his r's in that way that gets my motor running again.
I bat my eyelashes at him, loving the beautiful smile he gives me.
"I'll shower first Mo, then get started in the kitchen." He climbs from the bed with one more peck.
My eyes take in his slightly firm ass as he walks towards the bathroom.
"You know California is in a drought, Daddy. We should be doing all we can to conserve water. We should probably shower together." I say in my sweetest voice, hoping for a little extra time with my Filip now that he's home.
"Anythin to help our home, love." He pauses and reaches his hand for me.
I scramble from the bed eagerly, pulling my nightgown over my head as I follow him to the master bath.
Thirty minutes later, we're both thoroughly scrubbed, having gotten dirty in the shower before getting clean.
"You work on your hair, and I'll start preparing in the kitchen mo bhean." He says, leaving me to my vanity.
I glance in the mirror and smile as my hair starts to curl naturally.
Filip always encourages the natural me, and his awareness and encouragement of my habits are one of the things I love most about him.
Kyle had this way of making me feel like anything I did for me was a waste of time.
He always wanted me to chemically treat my hair to keep it bone straight, yet bitched every six to eight weeks about the cost when I needed to repeat the process.
Of course, I doubt he had much to spare when hiding a wife and kids—the deceitful bastard.
Shaking my head, I take a deep breath.
I need to stop comparing my fairytale with Filip to my fuck-up with Kyle.
The differences between the two were night and day, and everything wrong with Kyle is everything right with Filip.
He loves me for who I am, not just my status in the club or how I might look on his arm.
I've always heard both my Ma and my Mom say, "It's the little things that mean the most," and being with Filip, I finally understand what they meant by that.
While he was away on his run, he managed to take a few extra minutes and go into a store that specialized in Black hair and picked up some new products for me.
Just the fact that he was even thinking about me on his run is enough to turn me to goo, but then to come home and surprise me with such a thoughtful gift.
There's a reason this man owns my heart.
I start my routine by adding a leave-in conditioner and curling custard.
I slick down the edges with a light gel and fluff slightly.
Tying my hair back with a scarf, I opt to let the hair dry while preparing meals.
Finishing a light coat of make-up, I slip on blue jeans and a pale pink tank top.
Walking into the kitchen, the delicious aromas begin to tickle my nose.
Daddy's dressed in a casual grey tee-shirt and tight black jeans that make his ass look amazing.
I walk up behind him and give his ass a nice smack.
He jumps slightly, but I can hear his chuckle.
"You look as delicious as the food you're preparing, Daddy." I tease, squeezing his cheek before slipping my arms around his waist.
He leans back and presses a kiss to my cheek.
"All I did was cut some veggies, love. I dunnae think we'll have enough, though, so I sent the prospect grocery shopping." He updates me as I move to wash my hands.
Cooking side by side with my husband really drives home my earlier thoughts.
It's the little things that make this so damn special to me.
"Ma." I turn from the cutting board and beam at my firstborn as he walks in.
"Juicy." I squeal.
His wide smile fades, and my stomach knots.
"What's wrong?"
He plops a package down on the counter in front of me.
"Last night, you guys left candles burning right next to whiskey. That ain't safe. I got you some candle plates and holders, so it doesn't happen again. I don't want anything happening to the two of you."
His sweetness and the worry visible in his dark eyes make my heart swell.
I cup his face.
"Thank you for being so considerate, baby."
"Aye. I appreciate ya looking out for your Ma and I." Chibs says from behind me.
Juicy grins.
"You got something too." He holds up a letter to Chibs.
I watch my husband's eyes light up.
"Go read. I can handle this."
"I'll help," Juice chimes in.
"If yer sure?"
I roll my eyes.
"Go." I insist.
"Thanks, Juicy boy." He grabs the letter and hurries out of the kitchen.
I admire the new energy he's picked up in recent months.
"Anytime." Juice washes his hands and takes Chibs place beside me.
"You know. I've never seen him this happy before. Gives me hope that I can find a woman for more than…" he clears his throat. "…recreational activities."
I'm surprised by his words.
Most Sons his age are looking for anything but commitment.
"Is that what you want?"
He ducks his head.
"Crows are great for fun, but I want what you guys and Jax and Lee have."
"Then you'll have that. My boy is far too sweet and brilliant to lack for a relationship. The hard part is finding the right woman in this life. One who wants you for Juan Carolos. Not the Intelligence Officer. You get what I'm saying?"
He meets my gaze and nods.
"Take your time and make sure when you give your crow, it's forever. You see the trouble that comes from half-assing and toying with too many hearts. A crow isn't meant to be handed out like candy on Halloween Night."
"I know."
"I know you do." I pat his cheek.
"Keep your eyes peeled. There are plenty of girls out there outside of the clubhouse. Charming is small, but it's not lacking women."
"Are you telling me to date civilians?" He frowns.
"No. I'm saying club friends are an option, and getting your head out from beneath crow skirts and out of the clubhouse will help widen the dating pool."
He smiles.
"Yeah. I guess you're right on that."
"Stupid Fucking Bint!"
"Oh, Lord." I pat his back.
"Keep chopping, baby. I'll be right back." I wipe my hands off on a tea towel hanging from the sink and rush into the living room.
Filip is sitting on the edge of his chair, clutching the paper in his hand.
Red-faced and breathing hard, he looks ready to rip someone to shreds.
"What happened, Filip?" I whisper, perching on the arm of the chair.
"Fecking Fiona. She told me bairn I wouldna want anything to do wif her now that we're married and likely to have babies of our own."
"What?"
"Said not ta get her hopes up for visiting us." He spits the words out like venom.
"She knows that's not true, right?" I whisper.
We'd taken two steps forward with Kerianne.
It'd hurt to fall three steps back this soon after.
"Yes. Because I told me Kerri, that last letter. Tank Da good Lord. This bitch has got to stop filling me Kerrianne's head wif lies."
I wrap an arm around him and place my head on his shoulder. "At least this way, she's learning who her mother really is. And who her Da truly is."
He tenses and exhales. "Ya think?"
"Aye, Love." I kiss his temple.
"I know it's hard to hear what she's being told about you. But the fact that she came to you with it is huge. She's building up trust and more than likely questioning her mother.
That's going to work in our favor when she comes of age."
I run my hand up and down his back, wishing more than ever I could put that evil bitch in her place.
"Our hands won't always be so tied."
Lee
Breaking down another box, I can't help my smile as I look around the room.
It's strange seeing Jax's belongings mixed in with mine.
Clothes in the same dresser or hanging side by side in the same closet.
Pictures and knick-knacks make things feel more like our home and not just my home.
It's weird how right it feels. Like maybe this is exactly where Jax is supposed to be.
When Sack dropped the boxes off, he told me that Jax wanted most of it to come home with him.
Not half here, half at the clubhouse, but as much as possible at home.
I never knew the four-letter word could be so powerful.
Once again, my Jackson, using his actions to show me how committed he is to me, to us.
I pick up the box labeled Jax's Dresser shit and chuckle.
Well, there's no confusion in that label.
I pull the pictures out of the small box, amazed at how many there are of Nee and me.
"Knock-knock." Gemma's voice startles me slightly.
"Mama Gem. You scared me."
"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to. Saw your car out front and let myself in. Didn't think you'd mind."
"Of course not. You know you're always welcome." I answer honestly.
Granted, Gem could be a bit much, but I still loved her nonetheless.
I put the box on the bed and move to give her a hug.
"Noticed Sack packing Jax's dorm up. You two living together officially?"
Arching a brow, she presses a kiss to my cheek.
I push away the urge to roll my eyes.
I can see right through her poor attempt to hide a smile.
"Yea. According to Nee, we already were but..." I pause.
"I don't know..." I sigh.
"After he got back from their last run, we just..." I shrug.
"I guess we just sort of realized this was the next step," I admit bashfully.
Despite my excitement at the way we're twining our lives together, I'm very aware of how things are moving at lightspeed.
It's a struggle to keep my anxiety from getting the best of me and allowing negative self-talk to creep in.
I'm trying to push the fears aside and trust in Jax, trust in us, but my past demons can scream loudly sometimes.
"That doubt I'm seeing?" Gemma's concerned voice cuts through my thoughts.
"What? No." I shake my head and smile.
"No, not at all." I lie.
She purses her pink-painted lips together and places her hands on her hips, giving me her silent "I see right through your bullshit" look.
Without a word, Gemma sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to her.
Blood hound Gemma is on the case.
I join her and toy with the ends of my hair as I smile shyly.
"It's just— the timing. I'm worried maybe we're moving too fast. We just said I love you for the first time a few days ago." I gulp. Her face light up with joy.
"No shit?" She whispers.
I chuckle.
"Yea, after they got back from that run. I mean, I knew it was coming."
"Think we all did." She teases.
"And then you know, next morning it was like official. He's saying he's gonna pack up his shit from the dorm and bring it here. And it's quick."
My shoulders drop slightly as I release a sigh.
She grabs my hand in hers gently.
"I know it feels like shits moving fast, but you can't trust time when your heart knows the truth." I raise an eyebrow, confused by her cryptic statement.
"Look. When I met John, I was all of twenty-one I think. Practically a kid, but I had already been on my own for a few years at that point. Came across both good men and assholes, but the minute I met JT, I knew he was the one for me."
"How?" I asked.
Gemma didn't talk about John very much anymore, so I was always eager to soak in every word when she did. Their love was the stuff of legends around here.
My only hope would be for me and Jax to have a tenth of what they had between them…before losing Tommy.
"It's hard to explain, baby. But, when you know—you know." She pauses a minute, locking eyes with me.
Her whiskey-colored gems are full of wisdom and compassion.
"And I think you know exactly what I mean."
I can't stop the sappy smile when I think of the incredibly "right" feeling being with Jax gives me.
There is an indescribable feeling of sustainability at the center of us I'd never felt with anyone else. Even when my brain swims out to the deepest waters, I know, no matter what, Jackson is going to be there for me. He anchors me in a way I've never had.
"And I know John felt it too cause not even two months later from meeting the bastard, I was knocked up with Jackson." I chuckle at the smirk that lines her lips.
"It didn't take us more than two months to know. But you and Jackson, you got a deep history that takes its roots from birth. I remember the first time he saw you wrapped up in a tiny pink blanket with a Sons cap to match. The awe, affection, and desire to defend you was instantaneous. I knew you were going to have a special bond. I won't lie and say I didn't hope it'd be romantic. Maybe you two were always meant to be together. It's why none of the others worked out for either of you." She cups my cheek affectionately.
"I know my boy better than just about anyone. I know what each of his looks means, and baby, the way he looks at you, has always looked at you, it tells me this thing between you two…it's more than just a fleeting feeling, it's soul-deep. It's how I knew he'd look at the woman who was gonna be my daughter." Her tone is softer than I've heard her speak in a long time.
I never doubted Gemma's approval of Jax and me, considering she spent the better half of our lives pushing us towards each other.
Hearing her speak the words out loud and know that not only does she accept it but is happy about it, it warms me in a way I didn't expect.
She pulls me forward and places an earnest kiss on my cheek that brings tears to my eyes.
Her maternal affection and open acceptance seem to squash the remainder of the doubts I had about us.
"Thank you for saying this, Gemma," I whisper, grasping her hand and kissing the back of it.
"I love you so much, baby. I always have." She pulls me into a hug, squeezing me tightly.
I wrap my arms around her, inhaling the cigarettes and expensive perfume scent of one of the most important, respected, and honored women in my life.
She holds me tightly for a few more moments.
"I love you too, Mama Gem."
We break the hug, and she wipes the tears from my eyes.
"And here I thought you'd be the one girlfriend that ma doesn't make cry." Jax's teasing tone breaks the emotional cloud in the room.
We both turn to see him resting against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.
I can't help but smile at the look of concern on his face.
"The hell d'you do, mom? Trying to chase her off?" He walks into the room as we stand from the bed.
"Ha, more like threatening her in case she ever tries to leave your ass." She practically hands me off to him as he steps in, wrapping his arms around me.
"She already knows she's stuck with me." He says, grinning down at me, eyes silently checking to make sure I'm okay.
I smile, nodding to let him know I'm fine.
"That's exactly what I told her," Gemma says.
"Any other plans about my life you Teller's wanna let me in on?" I ask, turning to look at Gemma, who winks.
Jax grasps my chin in his hand, turning my face towards his.
"Oh, I got lots of plans for you." He goes to steal a kiss, but I pull back playfully.
His eyes sparkle with an adorable mischievousness as he leans in again.
I pull back once more, and this time he pinches my chin and holds my face in place, pressing our lips together.
"Before you two get started, I actually came by with a purpose."
Gemma says, standing from the bed.
We end our kiss, and both turn to look at her.
"Wanted to let you know that we're doing a family dinner tonight at the house at 7."
The joy littering Gemma's face is a rare sight, but one that always warms my heart.
"I'm gonna make some chicken roasts. Have your sister handling the veggies. Need you to do the potatoes." She explains, grabbing her purse from the bed.
Jax and I both share a look at her "tell not ask" way of informing us.
"What if we had plans tonight already, Ma?" Jax asks, and I know he's just doing it to egg her on.
"Cancel 'em. We're doing a family dinner. I've been cooking roasts since before you even got up this morning, and they ain't going to waste."
She starts walking out of the room, glancing back at us.
"Don't be rude, Jackson. Walk me out of your home." She says with a smirk.
He chuckles and releases me with a gentle pat to my ass.
"Come on, babe, let's walk mom out of our home." He corrects, slipping his fingers into mine before following behind her.
"All right, so dinner at seven, bring a side of potatoes." He confirms.
"Make it three sides. Lee baby, you know Clay loves your garlic mashed potatoes, so maybe make sure that's one of them?" She continues to inform and not ask.
Definitely make sure that's one of them.
"Of course," I say, saluting her as she reaches the front door.
Jax opens it for her, and she slides her sunglasses back on her face.
"Thanks, baby." She leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek.
"Love you kids. See you both tonight. Seven. Don't be late." She kisses my cheek as well before turning and heading to her car.
We both wave her off before Jax sighs and closes the door.
"That woman, is a hurricane." He mumbles, shaking his head.
"Yea, but she's your mother," I add, turning to head to the kitchen.
I make it about five steps before I feel his hand grip my waist.
He spins me to face him, trapping me in his arms.
"Yea, she is, and she had you crying when I walked in. You sure you're good, babe?" He asks.
His eyes are scanning over mine, checking for any sign of discomfort.
I can't help but melt at how sweet he is.
"Yes, Jackson. I'm good, baby." I say honestly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I'm not like any of your exes. You don't have to try and protect me from your mother. After all these years, I know how to handle her."
He chuckles and leans down to nuzzle our noses together.
My fingers twirl around his growing blonde locks.
"You're right. You ain't like any of my exes. My mother actually likes you." He says, dipping his tongue out to swipe across my bottom lip in a teasing, non-kiss.
"Bullshit…your mother loves me, not just likes me." I correct, tugging at his hair playfully.
"That is true." He whispers, softly brushing his lips across mine.
"And I love her too," I say sincerely, grateful to have that hurricane of a woman on my side.
"So, then the tears were?"
"Good tears, babe. Happy tears. Just girl talk." I say before pressing my lips to his, ending the conversation.
I've had to develop my own tricks to let him know the conversation is done.
He sighs in annoyance that I won't continue the talk, but he presses his lips back because he can never resist a kiss.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling.
I whimper at the sensations, tilting my head to deepen our kiss.
His hands move from my waist to frame my face, taking back the control.
I moan into his mouth as his tongue strokes across mine.
Suddenly the vibration of his phone in his pocket ends the kiss.
We both sigh in defeat before he releases me and takes a step back to answer his phone.
"What?... Mom, you just left." He says, rolling his eyes.
I can't help but chuckle, shaking my head and heading to the kitchen to get our potatoes dishes started.
I'm raiding the fridge, frowning at our severe lack of potatoes, when I hear the tail end of Jax's conversation as he walks towards me in the kitchen.
"Yea…..Yup, Got it, Ma. Seven…. Yea, I'll tell her. Love you too. Bye."
"So, mom wanted me to remind you how much Piney and Tig enjoy your cheesy roasted potatoes. So maybe make that one of them?" He says, mimicking his mom for the last part of his sentence.
"Wow, it's scary how much you sound like her." I tease.
He scowls and rolls his eyes.
"Yea well the demands don't stop there. You'll need one more after the mashed and roasted."
"Well, mom's only gonna get one potato dish tonight babe, unless you want to run to the store and get more for us?" I bat my eyelashes at him.
He rolls his eyes at my bargaining tactics.
"You can put those away. I'll run to the store for us."
"Thanks, baby. I'll get started on the mashed potatoes with what we have. We'll need a lot if she wants three different dishes."
I place the potatoes in the sink to wash and peel, pausing when I feel Jax come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.
"Say it for me." He whispers, and I raise a questioning eyebrow at him, not sure what he's asking me to say.
"Say what?" I ask, confused.
He nuzzles my neck with his nose before dragging the tip of his nose up towards my ear.
"I can get enough of you saying it…Say you love me." He whispers in my ear before nipping at my earlobe.
A warm, bashful blush covers my skin.
The way he acts with those words make me feel like I'm giving him the world or something.
"I love you, Jackson," I say honestly, placing my hands over his.
I can feel his smile against my cheek.
He sighs.
"I love you too, Harley." He says back before placing a kiss on my cheek.
Crow feathers flutter in my belly excitedly.
Any lingering doubts I had about us earlier seem to have fled for the moment, and I can't believe how happy—how secure I feel about us.