"Let's go!"

Roxy stood on the landing, obnoxiously clapping her hands, and hollered loudly up the steps.

"School and work, lets go!"

Hearing multiple sets of feet hit the floor above her, she smiled and headed back into the kitchen. Lunches were made, bags were packed and she was simply waiting till everyone else left so she could leave for work.

First was Coco, as usual, wearing only jeans and a sleeveless undershirt. He kissed her in passing, looking for a pair of socks from the laundry room.

"Is Mr. I Can Do My Own Laundry having a problem?"

Coco huffed, loud enough for Roxy to hear him, and stuck his head out the door. "Socks."

Smirking, Roxy got up and joined him in the search. She grabbed a dirty pair from beside the washer and tossed it in the utility sink.

"I'll hand wash em' and toss em' in the dryer," she said, turning the water on. "And I'll start doing your laundry again."

"That's the longest you went before giving in," Coco teased her.

"I'm petty," she shrugged. "I don't even remember the fight."

Coco shook his head. "I dunno but you were pissed about something."

Roxy took a moment to think but nothing came to mind. "Whatever it was don't do it again."

"Mom?"

"And it begins," she groaned. "Here I come."

Coco went back into the kitchen, Roxy following, to see Valentina standing angrily with her hand on her hips.

"That's your daughter," Roxy grumbled to him. "What's up?"

"Teo took my snapback," she huffed, "And he ruined the patch."

"Teo ruined the patch but I took it," Coco said sharply. "I told you, Teen, you can't wear that shit out. You're too little."

"I'm ten," she sneered.

"Yeah, ten is too young," Roxy snapped.

Coming down the steps, Thomas dropped his Dodgers hat onto her head and hurried into the kitchen.

"Branch out, kiddo," he advised her. "Listen to your big cousin, motorcycle clubs aren't as cool as you think they are."

"And they're not gonna patch in a girl," Mateo yelled from the top of the steps.

"It's too early for this shit," Roxy grumbled. "I have work and unlike your father I can't be late," she said to Valentina. "Deal with it, please," Roxy said to Coco. "I can't deal with the fucking bickering."

"I got it," he said quietly. "Love you, Rox."

"Yeah, you better, I'm handwashing your gross ass fucking socks."

While his socks dried, Coco waited on the front steps with his youngest daughter. At first they were quiet but Valentina soon spoke up.

"Why don't clubs patch girls?"

Coco closed his eyes and sighed. "It's complicated."

"Why's Mom keep telling Teo not to patch?"

"It's complicated."

"Dad," she groaned.

"Mom doesn't want you guys involved cause it's dangerous. She loves you and doesn't want you getting hurt," he said, leaving the darker details out.

"And the club? Why don't you have girls?"

"It's a club for guys," he said simply.

"That's not fair," she huffed. The bus tumbled down the street and Valentina stood up. "I'm gonna be the first girl Mayan."

Coco watched as she stormed off toward the curb, angry and determined, and left awful knowing she'd fail. He'd be sure of it, actually. If it was ever a possibility he'd shut it down but he knew it never would be and he was relieved to say the least.

—

11 Years Before/4 Years After Happy's Death*

"Fuck. Shit. Fuck." Roxy snapped, kicking the bathroom cabinet. "This is not fair. This is fucking unbelievable."

"Mommy?" Mateo knocked on the door. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah baby," she sniffled. "I'm okay."

"Don't sound okay," Coco said suddenly. "Let me in, Rox."

Defeated, Roxy opened the bathroom door and looked at Mateo and Coco. "Teo, go play while I talk to your dad."

Mateo looked at her, knowing something was up, but nodded and bolted away as quick as he could.

"What?" Coco looked at her, fear in his eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she groaned. "I took the goddamn Plan B but looks like I'm not part of the 89% effective rate."

"Fuck," he sneered. "Rox, you can't keep it."

"Don't," she snapped.

"You said you didn't want another baby either!"

"I don't," she said defensively. "I know how you feel about your family and it's not like I have the best goddamn history either but, it happened. Shit, look at our kids, look at Letti and Teo and how awesome they are."

"Pressing our goddamn luck," he snapped. "I don't want a baby, I don't want another fucking kid."

Roxy nodded, "Okay."

"Alright," he relaxed slightly. "Make an appointment and we'll take care of it."

"Oh, no," she shook her head. "I'm not sure what I'm doing yet."

Coco felt a huge wave of panic crash over him. "Wait. What?"

"I understand how you feel," she said calmly. "We tried to keep this shit from happening but it did and it's making me think."

"You think god wanted you to get knocked up?" He asked skeptically.

"That's not what I said," Roxy snapped. "I just mean," she paused, "I can't explain it. I'm not sure how I feel yet."

"I know how I feel," he huffed.

"And you can make whatever decision you think is right," she reminded him. "That garbage about your family line, it's not true. We can change that cycle. I'm not letting my fucked up family poison Mateo, I'm not letting them push the dysfunction onto me from the grave. Besides, this is our baby. Knowing you're the father, that we're adding to this weird family we've created is exciting." She felt a few tears roll down her cheek as he stared at her with the same damn expression. "I love you, Coco."

Coco shook his head and stomped off but her words already began seeping into his head.

—

Present*

"Hey, Antonia," Roxy said as she hurried into the Mayor's office. "Sorry I'm late again. I live in a mad house."

"How many people do you have living in that house, again?" Pena asked with a smirk.

Roxy counted quickly. "Six."

"Jesus Christ," Pena shook her head. "I honestly kind of love it. Your nephew still there?"

Roxy nodded as she settled herself at her desk. "He is. He'll be there for a year or two."

"Why?" She asked quietly. "I can't wrap my head around it."

"Yeah, it's weird," Roxy laughed. "Tommy's family. He's trying to be more than his father, that legacy hangs over him and his older brother doesn't help. He had to get out and he needs some support, I don't want him running back to the Sons."

"And how's Coco with that?" Pena asked suggestively.

"He wasn't thrilled but he gets it," Roxy explained. "They actually get along pretty well."

"Good," Pena smiled. "Now help me finish this goddamn counsel proposal speech."

--

2 Year's Before/12 Years After Happy Died*

"Thomas," Roxy gasped when she saw him on her front step. "What are you doing here?"

Thomas smiled and for a split second Roxy was staring at Jax again. She swallowed hard and kept the urge to cry at bay.

"Hey Aunt Rox," he chuckled. "You uhh, wanna grab lunch?"

Looking back into the empty house, Rox nodded and grabbed her purse by the door. "Definitely."

They went to a diner not far from the scrap yard, Roxy knew to be careful even with her own blood. She hadn't seen Thomas in over ten years and she didn't know who he truly was or what his motives were.

"Look at you," she sighed. "You look like your dad."

He nodded. "Wendy always said that."

"How is Wendy?"

Thomas shrugged. "She's good."

"And Nero?"

His face fell. "Nero died. Heart attack."

"Shit. I'm sorry," Rox whimpered. "Is that why you came out?"

Thomas shook his head. "Abel patched SAMCRO. Day he turned 17 they let him prospect, he's been all in. With Nero gone I had to get out of there. I know what happened to my mom, I know what my dad did, I don't want to get involved with that shit. I don't have much more than some big plans but I need family and you're all I have left."

"Oh, Tommy," Roxy couldn't keep from crying any longer. "I'm so glad you came to me, I'm so sorry Abel patched. I'm kind of surprised," she admitted, wiping her tears. "Did Wendy tell him everything too?"

"Yeah, Abel's always gone against the grain. Got in trouble in school, always mixing with the wrong people," Thomas explained. "Nero said it's cause of what happened, all that shit when my mom died, it messed up his wiring. He decided he wanted to meet the Sons, claimed it was part of dad so he wanted to know more. He was hooked. The brotherhood, he said, but he's got a real brother so why does he need them?"

Roxy frowned. "Some people are lost and, in his defense, that life is intoxicating. I lived it. I still live it."

"You do?" He drew his head back.

The shame that came from that look on his face was something Roxy hadn't felt in many years. She'd gotten used to people judging her and Coco, they probably weren't far off in their assumptions either, but seeing the disgust on her nephew's face stung.

"Yeah," she said sadly. "I'm a Mayan old lady."

"Wow," his shoulders slumped a bit. "Okay."

"I can still help," she said quickly. "The Mayans are chill, there's none of the shit that came with the Sons. They keep their heads down and don't have the same delusions of grandeur Jax did."

"I hope not," he grumbled. "I don't want you end up murdered by your mother-in-law."

"Oh, no," she sighed. "Coco already killed his mom. I'm safe."

Thomas' eyes went wide.

"Don't worry, she was a monster," Roxy said casually.

"Uh. Okay."

"Sorry that was a bad thing to joke about," she said. "You look like your father but I'm sensing you're more your mother on the inside."

He beamed. "That's what they tell me. I wish I knew her, remembered her," he began to choke up. "Did you two get along?"

Roxy nodded. "Very well. She helped me a lot, she was kind of like a big sister. I was devastated when she died and furious when I found out who killed her. She would be so proud of what you're doing. Tara tried so hard to get you out."

"That's why I can't believe what Abel did," he huffed. "He knows everything. He knows what mom did but he fell right in line."

"I'm sorry," Roxy sighed. "Look, let me talk to Coco, we have a bit of a full house right now but I'm not letting you go back north. Okay?"

Thomas nodded and smiled. "Thank you. Full house? Do you and Coco have kids?"

"Three. We're kind of patched together, honestly. Mateo is my biological son and Leticia is his biological daughter then we have Valentina who is biologically both of ours."

"Shit," he laughed. "Alright. Guess adding the long lost nephew to the mix kind of fits."

"It fits," Roxy laughed. "Let's order and eat, I want to get to know more than the drama. What plans do you have in mind?"

"School," he said firmly. "Not sure if I want to try law school or medical school but I definitely want to go to school."

"Good," Roxy smiled. "I'll do whatever I can to help you, Thomas."

—

Present*

When Valentina got out of school she saw her father waiting for her instead of Letti, who stayed with her when Roxy had long meetings. Usually Valentina loved it but the excitement of seeing Coco sent her flying across the street.

"Dad!"

"Hey Teen," he laughed at her joyful reaction. "How was school?"

"Boring," she grumbled. "I saw Riz, he went by during recess."

Coco nodded. "Look, princesa, we gotta talk."

Valentina stomped her foot and glared at him. "I thought this was gonna be fun."

"We can still have fun if you drop that attitude," he said, becoming aggravated by her tone.

"Okay," she whinnied, "Whatever."

"Get on," he said, clipping his helmet on her head. "And don't tell Mom, Valentina, I mean it."

She nodded and jumped on, holding tight as Coco drove as slow as possible toward the scrap yard. They arrived and she happily jumped down, her smile growing as she saw a few other Mayans roll in.

"Hi guys," she said enthusiastically.

"Valentina," Bishop greeted her with a warm smile. "How are you, Chiquita?"

"Good! Club business?" She asked eagerly. "I told my dad today I'm going to be the first girl you guys patch. I mean it."

Bishop frowned a little but nodded. "Think your old man might have something to say about that."

"You ain't gonna patch if I get a vote," he said frankly, "And if I'm dead, Gilly's my proxy."

"I don't wanna be on this one's bad side," Gilly laughed.

"I'll haunt your ass," Coco said forcefully. "Come on, Teen, we gotta talk."

Bishop and Gilly sauntered into the clubhouse and Valentina's smile fell. "Lay off the club stuff?"

"Mayans don't patch girls," he said apologetically, "And I don't want this for you. I love you, munequita, and I love that you the club, they love you, but you gotta think outside all this." He turned her around and pointed out the cage. "I don't wanna see you in there fighting, digging through tons of scrap, slicing up your arms and hands, getting shot at, being in danger."

"But that, you said that doesn't happen a lot," she whimpered.

"Not everyday," he nodded, "But more than I want for you, mija. Me and your mom want you to do better than we did."

Valentina just nodded.

"You gotta lay off your mom too," he said more sternly. "Stop giving her shit, I mean it."

"Okay," she nodded. "I love you, Dad."

Coco sighed, guilt crawling into his mind remembering how hard he pushed for Roxy to terminate the pregnancy. It only took a few months for him to come around and Coco knew Valentina was the best thing to happen to them but some days it ate at him.

"I love you too," he said, hugging her. "Let's go for another ride before dinner."