Happy let them into the dorm room he used when he was in Charming. "Bathroom in there. Should have towels."
The chick nodded. "Thanks." Then turned to take the kid into the bathroom. When she reached the door, she turned back to him. "I need the pull-ups out of the trunk."
He just stared at her. "What?" He had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.
"They're diapers." She rolled her eyes. "She's fine during the day, but at night she needs a pull-up in case she can't wake herself up." She smiled at him.
He nodded and left the room. He walked through the clubhouse and out to her car. Getting the diapers out of the trunk he started back inside. As he reached the door, Jax came out of the garage and looked at the diapers. "Guess we didn't think of that."
He nodded, waiting for a smart-assed comment. Jax just nodded. "You should probably get those to her. Clay decided to wait on talking with Dougie until Jules and Sophie are down for the night."
He nodded. Good. He wanted in on that. Fucker thought he could get away with hurting a kid, he needed to be taught a lesson.
He went into the clubhouse, walking back to the dorms, ignoring the looks the others were giving him. He understood why they were looking at him like that. But he liked the fact that this chick kept her head in the situation. Plus, she was hot as hell. Way hotter than the usual sweetbutts and croweaters he was used to.
He let himself into the room. He could hear them in the bathroom. He went and stood in the doorway and watched them. Jules was gently dipping Sophie back to rinse shampoo from her hair. When she had her upright the little girl looked at her Mama. "Stay here?"
Jules kissed her daughter's wet head. "For a little bit, baby. Need to figure out some stuff."
The little girl nodded. "Other Papa."
Jules chuckled. "That would be one of the things we need to figure out. What did Papa say to you?"
The girl looked at her Mama. "Papa say other Papa love me."
Jules laughed again. "Papa thought everyone should love you."
The girl nodded. "Papa was smart."
Jules laughed as she was getting the girl out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her. "Papa was whipped by an almost three-year-old, that's what Papa was." Then looked back at him. "You bring those in?"
He nodded. "On the desk." He stepped aside so she could get past him with the kid in her arms. She sat the kid on the bed so she could finish drying the kid off.
She looked back at him. "Can you hand me one of the pull-ups?"
He reached back and handed her one. She stood the girl on the bed so the kid could step into the diaper. Then she reached into the bag that Gemma had brought to her and pulled out a pair of blue pajamas that had motorcycles on them. They must have belonged to Opie's son at one point.
But the little girl looked thrilled because she was bouncing up and down on the bed. "Bikes!"
Her Mama chuckled. "Yeah baby, bikes. You like bikes huh?" Getting the wiggling kid into them as there was a knock on the door.
He opened it to see Tig standing there. He stood aside so the SAA could enter the room. Tig looked at Jules. "Here, Chibs grabbed these for you. They'll be big, but they should be long enough." Handing her a pair of sweats. "Bobby and Gemma have food for you guys."
Jules nodded. "Thanks." Then looked at Tig closely. Like she was sizing him up. "Would you mind taking her down so I can take a shower? I should only be ten, fifteen minutes."
Tig nodded. "Yeah, I can do that." He reached out and took Sophie from Jules. The kid seemed to go to Tig happily. Then Tig looked at Jules with an odd look when Sophie started to pat his cut down.
Jules laughed. "Rip kept candy in his cut for her. I think she thinks you do too."
Tig clenched the little girl tighter. "Sorry baby doll, no candy here. Maybe after you eat we can find ya some."
Jules shook her head. "No candy tonight baby. After we eat it'll be time for bed."
The little girl shook her black curls. "Not tired." Then looked at Tig. "Tell Mommy no."
Tig shook his head with a laugh. "Let's go get you something to eat baby doll. We'll see how ya are after that."
The little girl studied Tig for a minute. "Okay, other Papa."
Tig shook his head good naturedly and walked out of the room, closing the door.
He watched her sit back on the bed and put her face in her hands. "You gonna lose it?"
She shook her head full of black curls. "No, too tired to. Just trying to find the energy to get up and get in the shower."
After kicking off his boots and peeling his socks off, he walked over and grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her up, dragging her towards the shower. He turned the water on, making sure it was as hot as he liked it. He looked back to where she was leaning on the sink. She didn't look like she was close to falling apart, she just looked like she had hit a wall, being up for over two days and being dragged halfway across the country. He looked at her. "Get out of the clothes."
She smiled at him. "You're not much on asking are ya?" She started to unbutton her jeans.
He shook his head. "Askin' means someone can say no." He kept his eyes on her as she stepped out of the jeans revealing a pair of leopard print bikini panties. He could see a few bruises here and there. He guessed that Dougie had probably managed a few shots here and there.
She nodded. "I suppose that's true." She stripped off the two tanks and he could see that her tits were as perfect as he had imagined. Smaller than he preferred, but perfect nonetheless. He reached out and traced the ink on the underside of her left breast. It was a small pair of angel wings with Sophie's name and what was probably her birthdate. Which looked to be in a few weeks. She didn't stop him. Again, he could see a few bruises along her torso. None of them seemed to bother her, so if she wasn't sayin' somethin', neither was he.
Pulling his hand back, he pulled his shirt off, and then his jeans and boxers. She looked at him, reaching a hand out and tracing one of his smiley faces. She looked up at him with the same blue eyes her father had. "You gonna put another one there if you off Dougie?"
"Only if Clay orders it. Otherwise…" He shook his head. "It'll be for fun. These are for club ordered kills." He hooked a finger in her panties and pulled them down. "Get in."
She stepped into the shower in front of him. He put her under the spray and got her hair wet. He reached over her and grabbed the shampoo that some croweater must have left in there. As he lathered her hair, she rested her forehead on his shoulder. It was strange having a woman this tall with him. Usually after croweaters took their bitch heels off, they barely made it to the top of his chest. He liked having his hands in her hair, it was thick and soft. After he finished getting the shampoo in, he leaned her back into the spray. He repeated the process with the conditioner.
Soaping up a washcloth, he started washing her body down. While he was soaping up her legs, she had her hands on his shoulders. He could feel her eyes on him. When he looked up she gave him a tired smile. "Just fair warning, I'm not usually this compliant. I'm just too tired to argue. Normally I would have told you to fuck off and then do whatever the hell I want." Then she grinned. "Sometimes you might get lucky and it'll be what you want too."
Running his thumb down the inside of her thigh, he smiled slightly. "Figured that with the way you kept mouthin' off to a cranked up Nazi moron." He put her back under the spray to get rid of the soap.
She shrugged. "I didn't really start mouthing off to him until I heard bikes. Knew we were close to Charming. I bet it was the Sons." Then smiled at him. "And I was right."
He soaped up and rinsed off quickly, then pulled her out of the shower and handed her a towel. He looked at her. "Pretty big risk to take. Could have been Mayans. And they aren't friendly with us or the Satan's Sons."
She shrugged again. "I know. But Dougie was starting to get more erratic. And I was tired, cranky, and in need of real food. Not snack shit from gas stations or fast food." She walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He dried himself of quickly and followed her out there.
She had dried off and had gotten into the sweats that Tig had brought for her. He grabbed a t-shirt out of a drawer and handed it to her. As he was getting dressed she was drying her hair with a towel.
When she had decided her hair was dry enough, she got up and went and put the towel back in the bathroom. He chuckled a little when she came back out holding both of their dirty clothes. "Is there some sort of clothes hamper here? I can't stand a mess." Then smiled at him. "And from the looks of things, neither can you."
He pointed to the laundry basket he kept in the corner of the room. She went and dumped the clothes in it. "We should get back before Sophie has managed to talk Tig into candy. Which I'm sure would take all of five seconds."
He had to grin at that. "Nah, I'm pretty sure Tig could hold out for at least ten."
She arched an eyebrow. "You don't know my daughter's powers of persuasion. She puts fucking politicians to shame."
He shrugged. To be honest, while he didn't like what had been done to the kid, he wasn't a kid guy. They held zero appeal for him. And he had a feeling shit like that mattered to this chick. Which, when he thought about it, was a good thing. It meant her kid meant more to her than fucking some guy did. "You should go down; I'll be down in a minute."
She shrugged back, sensing the changing dynamic. "Probably should. Make sure Sophie hasn't managed to wrap another MC around her little fingers." Then turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her.
He sat down on the foot of the bed, putting his boots back on. He knew she'd be sleeping somewhere else tonight. Luckily there were still a couple of open rooms. It was probably for the best. She was Tig's kid and who knew how that crazy fucker would react to him tryin' to nail his daughter. Because that's all it would have been. He wasn't lookin' for an old lady.
When he got down to the main room of the clubhouse he saw Jules sitting between Tig and Jax, the latter with Sophie on his lap feeding her bacon. As he walked by Bobby, the man handed him a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. He noticed both Chibs and Jax had plates in front of them also. One of them must have said something about the interrupted attempt at getting some chow.
He took a seat at the bar and the Prospect handed him a beer. As he was eating he could hear the banter between Jules and SAMCRO's VP, especially once Tig let it slip that Jax had given the kid a piece of chocolate.
He turned just in time to see Jules give Jax a good-natured slap to the back of the head while the others snickered. "You gave a three-year-old candy at almost ten in the evening?! Do you normally smoke a lot of crack?" Tig started to laugh and she turned to her newly found father. "And do you like have early onset Alzheimer's? I clearly remember that I said no to candy." She poked Tig with a fingernail. "You should have stopped it."
The rest of them were starting to laugh harder as she turned back to Jax. "You will be the one getting up with her when she can't sleep because she's still jacked up."
The kid was bouncing in Jax's lap. Looking like the candy was taking hold. Jax put up a hand in surrender. "I get the point."
The kid was pulling on Jax's cut. "More bac'n!" Giving the VP a bright candy fueled smile. Even though he wasn't a kid person, this one was kind of cute.
Jax chuckled. "Why don't we try to eat some of the toast and eggs Gemma and Bobby made for you?" He could see a small plate with eggs and a half piece of toast.
The kid shook her head. "Toast yucky. No jelly."
Jax nodded like he was agreeing with the kid. "How about eggs then?" Jax speared a little piece onto a fork and the kid closed her mouth and shook her head.
Jules laughed and looked at the others, who were chuckling also. "You might as well give her your bacon Teller. I've seen her bring club Presidents to their knees."
Clay's cel phone went off and the laughter died down. Family sit-com moment was over and back to reality.