This is my fanfiction story. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter and FX. I am just borrowing the Sons of Anarchy characters. Reba is my OC as is Kaylee. I also give rights to the CW and the creators of iZombie for their known characters. This is a work of Fiction. Story rated m for rape situations and abuse. May include lemons in later chapters. Please Read and Review. This is my first story and I would appreciate any critique you have.

Chapter 13: First Kiss

The next morning I woke up feeling a little lightheaded but warm. I had my nose shoved up against something hard which smelled of leather and woods. I realized I was sleeping in Tig's arms. I remembered telling him everything that had happened to me throughout my life, and I remember crying for most of the night. I suddenly felt very sick recalling it all at once. I threw Tig's arm off of me and took off to the bathroom. I proceeded to lose everything I had eaten yesterday. At some point I vaguely recall Tig rushing into the bathroom behind me and pulling my hair back and out of the way. He held my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with his other hand while I was vomiting. When I was done, Tig got up, got me a cold washcloth and a toothbrush that hadn't been opened yet. He stepped out of the bathroom while I brushed my teeth and changed into some different clothes.

When I came out, Tig was sitting on the couch and he said concerned, "Are you okay?

I looked at him and assured him, "Yeah. I am okay. I promise. It was just a lot for me to take in that I told you all of that last night. Then I remembered everything happening to me, and it made me sick. I'm sorry I woke you up. Thanks for helping me through that."

Tig motioned for me to sit beside him on the couch. When I did he said, "No, baby. You never have to apologize for something like that happening to you. None of it was your fault. You couldn't do anything. I'm sorry I didn't meet you sooner to help you not have to go through any of that. It is completely understandable that you got sick this morning because of it, and don't thank me for helping you through it; as long as I can help you through it, I will. That's a promise. I don't plan on ever leaving you, so if you feel sad or mad, stressed or excited, depressed or freaked out, if you're having mood swings or an anxiety attack. It's okay. I am here for you to vent to whenever you need it. You've got my number and you know where I live. Okay?"

I looked at Tig with fresh tears in my eyes and said, "Thank you. You don't know just how much that means to me. I go through so much alone because I am completely terrified of letting anyone in. I bottle up everything, and then it comes out at the most inopportune moments."

Tig wiped away the tear rolling down my face and said, "Baby, don't you ever feel like you have to hide apart of yourself when you're around me. I understand. It will be okay one day, and if it never is, I will hold your hand through all of it and I will never leave your side."

I nodded at Tig and said, "Thank you so much Tiggy." Then I gave him a hug. When I pulled back from the hug I continued, "I guess we should probably get ready to go to Wendy and Jax's gender reveal party. Maybe we can grab some breakfast on the way when I don't feel as nauseous."

Tig looked at me and said, "Yeah. That works for me. Do you want me to take you home so you can get ready?"

I looked at Tig and said, "Silly, if it is okay with you, I'll just shower here, and then tonight after the party I can head back home."

Tig looked at me and said, "Yeah. That works perfectly. You can shower in the main bathroom, and I'll go shower in the other bathroom."

We both went to shower and to get ready for the gender reveal party. When I was done showering, I threw my hair up into a high ponytail and pulled on my black underwear and skinny jeans. After I did that, I put on my black bra and my blue tank top. Then I laced my Doc Martens up on my feet. I put on light makeup and walked out the room to meet Tig. Tig was dressed in his steel toed work boots, dark wash jeans, I don't want to say they were skinny jeans because they weren't, but they were tight on his thighs, but a little lose around his ankles, a blue long sleeved button up shirt and his cut. He was strapping his knife to his leg when walked out.

Tig looked up at me and said, "Hey baby, you're beautiful."

I blushed and responded, "Maybe so, but you're handsome."

When Tig was done strapping his knife onto his leg, he walked over to me, hugged me, and said, "Hey, can you please do something for me? I mean, I know I shouldn't be asking you this, but I have a bad feeling about today. Will you please carry a knife on you? I mean, I can strap a hunting knife on you, or you can have a pocket knife. Just please, will you carry one?"

I looked at Tig and noticed how concerned he was so I said, "Sure Tig. I won't carry a hunting knife, but I will carry a pocket knife and I will stay close to either you or Chibs."

Tig kissed my forehead and said, "Thank you so much. I don't know why I am worried. I just am. It's a weird feeling for me."

Tig grabbed my hand and we headed out the door. We hopped on his motorcycle and headed to grab something to eat from the diner a few blocks away from TM. When we got out at the dinner, we saw Unser's truck parked out front. We went in and ordered our food. Unser was staring at us and Tig seemed nervous.

I looked at Tig and questioned, "Hey, are you okay?"

Tig looked at me and said, "Yeah. I'm just thinking."

I continued and said, "About what; if you don't mind me asking?"

Tig looked at me and said, "Honestly, you. Reba, I like you a lot. I don't know when I started liking you, I can't pinpoint the exact moment, but since you've been here, I've felt like a better man. I am more level headed. I am not as quick to anger, and I really like being with and around you. I can't imagine anything bad ever happening to you. It freaks me out just at the thought of it. I mean I guess what I am trying to say is, Reba, will you be my girlfriend; my old lady; whatever you want to call it? I don't even think I could picture my life without you at this point."

I paused and looked at Tig. He seems scared asking me this, so I said, "Tig, I get it. That's how I've been feeling since I met you. I don't think I could ever leave your side. I mean, I've told you things I've never told anyone else before; not even my brother. I like you too, so yes, Tig, I will be your girlfriend." When those words left me mouth, Tig looked beyond relieved. He looked ecstatic.

He came to the other side of the booth and scooted in next to me. I turned to look at him, and saw he was bringing his face down to meet mine. I brought my face up and our lips connected. As we were kissing I had a revelation. I felt beyond safe with him beside me. I didn't know what would come our way, but I felt that we could get through whatever it was as long as we had each other. We kissed for a few minutes before Tig's phone rang.

He answered and said, "Yes? Yeah. She's with me. We will be there in a few minutes. We are at the diner." When he hung up he said, "Shall we attend a gender reveal party?" I giggled at him and nodded my head. He paid the bill and we left. When we got on the bike he looked back at me and said, "How are we going to tell your brother? I am not sure how he will feel about me stealing his baby sister."

I locked eyes with Tig and said, "Honestly. I'm not sure, but I know he will be fine with it. I mean I'm sure he would rather me be with you over anyone else."

Tig started the motorcycle and we headed to Teller Morrow to find out what baby Teller was going to be.