Barely five minutes had passed since Jules had made her way back to the dorms, eldest brother on her heels when Sophie had decided to crawl down from Jake's lap and make her way over to him, climbing him like he was a fuckin' jungle gym.

Once she had settled in, Jax could see her scoping his plate. He'd learned his lesson last night and made sure to grab extra bacon.

Chuckling, he pulled the plate towards them. "Have at it, sweetheart. It's all you." To the laughter of everyone who'd been around the clubhouse last night.

They were all laughing as she dug right in, with one exception. Jake Lyons was looking at the two of them with a thoughtful expression. He couldn't tell what the man was thinking, not that he really cared other than the fact that he had the feeling Jules would. After a moment, the man gave a slight smile. "Looks like Jax has you figured out, Missy."

Soph nodded happily as she continued to shove bacon in her mouth. He shrugged. "Better than her eating all of mine."

Dennis, or Manny, or whatever the hell they called him, leaned over and ruffled Sophie's hair. "That's because bacon is..." Like the man was leading his niece into something.

With her mouth still half full, Sophie smiled at her Uncle. "Pwoof God wuvs us." Her little voice all cute and shit. A few months ago, he would not have found this to be as awesome as it really kind of was.

If someone would ask him later, he'd be hard pressed to decide who laughed harder, Tig or Jake.

Dennis however, just gave Sophie a wink. "That's right." Then started to reach out for her. "C'mon Miss Thing, let's go get you dressed."

Sophie shook her head and he could see both Dennis and Jake give silent sighs. Like they knew this could go totally sideways if not handled correctly. "No. Jax take me." Once again, he felt a faint flush on his cheeks as pretty much everyone in the room was now staring at them.

Jake raised an eyebrow at him. "Princess, let your Uncle Den take you to Mommy."

Sophie shook her head again. This time folding her little arms across her chest. "No! Jax take me!" Her voice a little louder.

He could see both Gemma and Tig wanting to throw their opinions in the ring, but he shook his head at the two of them. If Sophie wanted him to take her to her mother, then that's what was going to happen whether Jake liked it or not. As far as he could see this wasn't a battle worth fighting a three-year-old over.

But before he could say a word, Dennis, who he was pretty sure he was gonna like a whole lot, spoke up. "Really Pop?" Then looked over to him and Sophie. "She wants Jax to take her to get dressed, does it really fucking matter who takes her?" Dennis jerked his head towards the dorms.

Jake shook his head. "No, I guess it doesn't." The man did not look thrilled with his middle son.

Butch, who had spent most of breakfast shoving food in his face, looked at Jake and Dennis, but before he could say a word, they all heard the cel in his pocket go off. Pulling it out, he frowned as he got up and started to walk outside. "Sir."

For a second he could see a flash of worry in Jake Lyons' eyes, but it was gone nearly as quick as it had come. It took a second. Butch was probably being called back to duty.

He couldn't do shit about that so he looked down at Sophie. "You ready to go get dressed?"

"And get a princess dress?!" Good to see she had her priorities straight.

"We'll go in a little bit to get your dress, you can't wear pajamas to get a princess dress, so you need to let Jax take you to your Mommy." His mother couldn't even begin to hide the satisfaction in her voice. He was a little proud of himself for not rolling his eyes at her.

Sophie looked to him and he nodded. When he did, man, the smile that lit her face? He was pretty sure he'd be happy seeing that smile for the rest of his life. Yeah, he was fucked. "Piggy-back?"

Shaking his head with a laugh. "Why not?" As he was arranging her on his back, he struggled with the urge to totally flip off the SAMCRO peanut gallery that was finding all of this highly amusing. He got it, if he were the one in the gallery, he'd be laughin' just as hard.

As he and Sophie were going through the door leading to the dorms, he heard the door to the main clubhouse open again and Butch's voice low and displeased.

Getting to the door, he knocked. "Hey, is okay if we come in? Sophie wants to get dressed."

"Hold on one second." He could hear Jules continue on in a low murmur.

They were standing there waiting as Dennis came through the door from the main clubhouse. He rolled his eyes at the two of them. "Just go the hell in... Jules, we're comin' in. Miss Thing wants to get ready so she can go get her princess dress." Shoving the door open.

Following Dennis inside, with Sophie's arms wrapped around his neck, he nearly stopped in his tracks. If he thought Jules had looked good last night and this morning, it was nothing compared to how she looked now. Damn, she looked so good even Snarky was speechless.

She murmured something to her eldest brother and he just nodded. Then she looked over to Dennis. "What do you want?" As she walked over and took Sophie off of his back.

"Thought you might like your contacts. Plus, Butch is being called back to Coronado. He's gotta leave in a half-hour." Pulling a case out of his cut and handing it over.

"Yay to seeing clearly!" Reaching for the case. "Den. Will you help Soph get dressed while I put these in?"

Eric stuck his head in the bathroom where Jules was. "I'm going back out. Remember, we still have things to talk about."

"Yeah, yeah. Tell Pop and Butch we'll be down in a few."

"Okay." Eric turned and gave him an assessing look before giving Soph a kiss on the head as Dennis was holding up two pairs of leggings for her to choose from. "Think you should go with the pink ones Uncle Butch gotcha. They'll go with a princess dress." He had to admit it was a little weird watching this huge biker give fashion advice to a three-year-old. But as far as he could tell, these two girls pretty much had the Lyons' men firmly wrapped. Fuck, they'd been here less than twenty-four fucking hours and he was fairly well wrapped himself.

As Dennis was holding up two t-shirts for Sophie to choose from, Jules came back out of the bathroom. "Are you really making her choose between a SEALS t-shirt and a Devil Dog t-shirt?" Shaking her head with a low laugh. "That's messed up Den."

Dennis grinned as Sophie grabbed the Devil Dogs shirt. "Yeah, but with all of..." Waving an arm around. "I haven't gotten to mess with him hardly at all, so I'm taking my pleasure where I can." Helping Sophie wrangle herself into the t-shirt. "Plus, good to know you can see again." Grabbing socks and oh, they were little motorcycle boots. He almost grabbed himself to make sure he still had his dick. "C'mon Miss Thing, I think Mommy and Jax want to have a little talk. Why don't we go say bye to Uncle Butch and show him your awesome t-shirt." There was too much glee in his voice. The man did seem to be in his element messing with his brother and sister.

And it seemed Sophie knew it too. But she was completely on board with the plan. "Are we playin' joke on Unca Butch?"

Dennis smiled as he picked her up. "Less joke, more a general messin' with, like when we move stuff around in Uncle Red's room." Giving them both a cheery grin before taking Sophie out the door.

When the door closed, he turned back to Jules, who had a fond smile on her face. He guessed it was for the two that had just left. "I'm guessin' they're co-conspirators." Nodding towards the door as he inched his way closer to her.

"And you would be correct." The fond smile turned a little sad. "Then again, he is the primary dude in her life."

"What about her Dad?" He could feel the frown on his face. And hear the confusion in his voice. After all, Sophie had been with the man when Dougie killed him.

"He went above and beyond providing for her." She gave a rueful head shake. "Who the fuck am I kidding, for both of us. But spending actual time and like hanging out with her and doing things with her, let's just say it wasn't his strong suit." Was it his imagination or was she finally moving closer to him? "And I'm pretty goddamned sure this is not the kind of talk Den was referring to when he said we needed to do so."

"Really." He felt his lips quirk into a lazy grin, while his heart on the other hand was pounding like he was doin' ninety on a straightaway on his bike. Fuck, he hadn't been this nervous about a goddamned kiss since he was fourteen. "What exactly do you think he had in mind?"

Her eyes lit up with a gleam that matched the cat who had the mouse in it's sights. Damn, she was getting closer and oh, shit. He was the mouse. "I'm pretty sure, Den being the perceptive brother that he is, was thinking something along these lines." As a hand reached out to grab him by the back of his neck.

Not to be outdone, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush to him. When she finally pressed her lips to his, as soft and sweet as he just knew they would be, it was surprisingly chaste considering the nearly combustible energy between them.

Of course, the second that thought crossed his mind, she turned the kiss filthy hot, her tongue seeking entrance as she snaked a leg between his, pushing in even closer.

Just as he was starting to walk her back towards the bed, there was a pounding on the door. "Jules! Get out here, Butch needs to get goin'." Red's voice came through the door. "Plus, Pop and Clay want to get movin' too."

The two of them broke apart, both of their chests heaving just a little, trying to get oxygen back to their brains. Jules rolled her eyes. "Yeah. In a minute." Taking a step back from him.

He resisted the urge to pull her back to him, but kept a hold of her hand. "That was a great talk. I think the subject needs a deeper discussion." Grinning at her. "Maybe later tonight?" Then realized something. "Oh, Sophie..."

Jules grinned back. "Has two grandfathers. Plus, two uncles." Then her grin became very Tig, which he didn't find as disturbing as he should. "And a woman who is dying to spoil a grand-kid." The grin was as fond as Tig's was when referring to Gemma. "Even if it isn't hers. So, I think we're covered."

As tempting as that sounded, he thought about everything Sophie had been through in the last few days. "But..."

She squeezed his hand and gave him a very light kiss on the lips. When she pulled away, the smile was dimmed just a bit and a sheen of tears was in her eyes. "Sophie is good. She watched you guys take down the fucking prick who did this to her." It had happened to her too, but he wasn't foolish enough to point that out. Yet. "I'm far more worried about when we start having to talk about going home. I have the feeling that's when it's really going to hit her."

His stomach dropped at that thought. Both Sophie having to deal with any of this and the thought of them leaving Charming. Looking over her shoulder at the bags on the bed, it looked like they were staying for a bit, so he had time. Time to spend showing the both of them that Charming could be home, that SAMCRO could be home, that he and Abel could be home.

But all he could say was. "What will you do then?"

She rolled her eyes. "WE..." And damn if his heart didn't leap at that. "Will love her, assure her she's safe..." Her vaguely amused smirk was back. "Maybe spoil her a little more than usual for a while. She's almost three Jax. Kids this age are pretty resilient. In just a few years, this will all be a distant memory for her. We're the ones that are going to remember. Not her." Her face had gone deadly serious. "And I'm just fucking fine with that."

"Yeah." So was he. Sighing, he let go of her hand. "We should get out there."

Reaching back, she grabbed a bag that looked like a smaller, more expensive version of his messenger bag. "Yeah, because the next person Den will send up will either be your mother or one of my dads." Then blinked. "Did that sound as sit-com fucked up as I think it did?"

He laughed. "Just a touch darlin'." Opening the door. When she went to exit the room, he stopped her with a hand on her stomach. "We'll finish that talk we started earlier." Letting all of the want and need he was feeling color his voice.

She looked at him, her head tilted thoughtfully, sapphire blue eyes gauging every atom of his being. And before the next thought could even firmly form in his head, she had grabbed him by his cut and pulled him into a kiss that felt as much like a punch to the soul as anything else. "Count on it." Then once again. turned on her heel leaving him standing like an idiot gaping after her.

Fuck.

'Might as well put a fucking crow on you buddy boy. Think she pretty much owns your ass already.' Snarky sounded awfully fuckin' cheerful.

Yeah.

Shaking his head, he pulled the door to the girls' room shut behind him and made his way out to the main clubhouse to get on with business.

'So you can get back here and finish that talk.' Snarky sounded as impatient as he felt.

Fuck, yes.

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