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Chapter Seven
Jax
"I can't believe you did all of this for me," I say to Lee who grins.
"I figured it was time we celebrated the little one. I wish we knew the baby's sex so I could've gone all out with a theme." She frowns.
I glance around the animal themed clubhouse and wonder what she would've done if she knew if baby Teller was a boy or a girl. It was like a safari threw up. Banners hung from the ceiling, the bar, the tables they'd set up for gifts. Green and yellow balloons are everywhere.
"This isn't all out?" I ask skeptically.
"No, it's generic."
I snicker. "Well, next kid you'll get another whack at it. I promise." I tease with a smirk.
"Gee thanks. Don't give me that look."
She rolls her eyes.
"What look?" I ask.
"The judgy one. I like to decorate."
"And I like to drink." I tip up my bottle. "We've all got our vices sweetheart."
She elbows me gently.
"Did you time this so Tacoma would be here?" I ask.
"Nah, happy coincidence," she says.
I scan the crowd looking for Walker. I hadn't forgotten that fucker wanted in her pants. Her relationships are her business, but when I catch a brother talking about all the shit he wanted to do with her, I take offense. She's not a crow eater to be used and abused.
She snickers. "Relax, I don't think he's here."
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Walker. The man you've been scouring the crowd for."
"Just trying to see who's here, darling," I say.
"Right. I see right through you, Teller."
I shrug. It's not something I bother to hide. I'm protective of my girls.
"Shameless," she says with a smirk.
"But if you know me like you say you do…you'd know that by now, right?" I ask with a wink.
"Oh, ho. Look who's trying to get witty. How much booze have you consumed?" she asks playfully.
"Enough, brat."
"Pot meet kettle."
She's always been able to give it back as quick as I can deliver it.
"Where's baby J?" I say realizing we're missing a member. I haven't seen her since I walked into the clubhouse, and everyone yelled surprise.
"Trust me, she's around," Lee says. The twinkle in her icy blue eyes gives me pause.
"What do you know?" I ask.
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. Why am I always left out of the loop?"
"Because you're never around for one."
"Oh come on, I been close to home recently." The last time I went on a run was two months ago.
"MMMhmm, but you don't hang out with us. Not like we used to when we were younger."
"Do you want me to be?" I ask genuinely curious.
"I always want you—Oh. The show is about to begin." She nods her head toward the entrance, and I turn to see Journee walking in with Chibs. I raise an eyebrow.
"How is this any different from any other function?" The two almost always come together unless Hap is around.
"Watch and see."
"You two cook something up?" I ask.
"Hah, for once, this has nothing to do with me. I'm just an innocent observer."
"I believe you even less now," I reply dryly.
"What? I'm serious."
I watch as the two make their way over to the bar where Chibs grabs the last stool between Tig and Happy.
I see Hap speak to Journee. She gives him a dazzling smile he returns with one of his own. It's scary to see that look on the Killa's face. Anger, aloofness, and smirks are the norms. I didn't realize Happy had teeth most of the time. Chibs says something, and she turns her attention to him. The look of complete adoration is clear as fucking day, and I'm not the best judge of emotions. Holy shit, Team Chibs is going to win the damn prize. It's been talked about over the years who Journee would end up with, Happy or Chibs. The brothers and I have a pool. Chibs wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her up to him. Eyes locked, they put on a show with their kiss.
"Lips what the hell are you doing? Oh shit, Not Lips, Chibs. Dammit, I had plans for that mouth," Tig yells.
The club erupts in laughter. Well, everyone except Happy. I can only describe the look in his dark eyes as murderous. His jaw ticks, and we all know the rumors about him being sweet on Journee are entirely accurate. Oh shit. Happy stands from the stool stalks over to a blonde crow eater and drags her toward the dorm.
"I did not see that shit coming tonight," I say.
Lee laughs. "Never a dull moment in this place."
Her bell-like laughter coaxes a grin. She's fucking infectious with her happiness.
"What?" Lee asks.
"Just like seeing you happy, Darling."
"Likewise." She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "This is the most I've seen you relax and enjoy yourself in a long time."
"Hasn't felt like there's been much to rejoice." I shrug.
"And now?"
"Things are changing," I say feeling hopeful about the situation I've found myself in.
"Good."
"Come on, let's go hassle the new lovebirds," I say wrapping my arm around her hip as I steer her toward the bar where everyone is clapping Chibs on the shoulder and kissing Journee on the cheek. It feels good to have one of my best friends by my side. Without her, I would've done something rash by now. She's been my rock. I won't forget that.
"Looks like congratulations are in order," I say once I make my way to Chibs who has Journee firmly planted on his lap.
"Aye, thanks, Jackie boy."
"You better take care of my baby J," I say playfully ruffling her hair.
She huffs at me and bats my hands away.
"Still up to the same ole shit," my Mother drawls. I turn toward her and grin.
"Damn kids are never going to grow up, but at least they aren't running around in our house anymore," Clay says.
"You miss us, huh, Uncle Clay?" Lee says.
"We can always come back for a slumber party," Journee chimes in.
"Shit no," Clay says making us all laugh.
"Congratulations brother. I'm guessing Menace knows?"
"Aye. He gave his blessing," Chibs says with a nod.
Clay leans in and places a kiss on Journee's cheek. "Good to see you with the right Son, darling."
She blushes and I snicker.
"Are double congratulations in order?" My mother asks eyeing Lee and me.
"You wish," I say with a smirk.
"Yeah, I do," She says.
"Sorry Mama G. Still platonic on this end," Lee says.
She narrows her eyes. "Goddamn shame."
"Leave em' alone Gemma. Let the boy enjoy his party," Clay says.
She huffs. "At least I got one of my girls as good as married off. I know he's not letting you go honey." She leans forward and kisses Journee on her cheek before doing the same to Chibs.
"Damn straight I'm not," Chibs says.
"Maybe I can get a grandkid from a mother I like?" Gem says.
"That's our cue," Clay says wrapping his arm around her waist and guiding her away.
"No pressure," I say.
Journee rolls her eyes. "She thinks we thrive off pressure; it's why she gives us so much shit."
"Or she wants to see how much we can take before we go insane," Lee says.
"I reckon a bit of both," Chibs says almost thoughtfully.
"Regardless it drives me fucking crazy," I say.
"Join the club," Lee grumbles.
"Hah for once, I'm exempt," Journee says. She sticks out her tongue.
"Oh no, she's going to be at you two for more," I say pointing at them. "Whatever you do is never enough. She always wants more."
Chibs fixes Journee with a stare I can't place. He delivers an almost sweet smile, and I wonder what he's thinking about. I feel comfortable with him being with her. He'll never do anything to hurt her. Not like Kyle. The spineless son of a bitch.
"Should we fuck with Mom's head?" I ask Lee.
"What kind of trouble are you trying to get me into now, Jackson?"
"What? A dance?" I gesture toward the dance floor."
She purses her lips. "Just a dance."
"I'll be a saint," I say as I grab her hand and pull her onto the floor where bodies are grinding and swaying to the rock coming over the speakers. She smiles and shakes her head at me.
"Come on, I keep your life from being boring," I shout over the music.
"I'm a part of the Samcro Family. There ain't no such thing."
I pull her to me, and we move to the music. She feels good pressed up against me, and I know there's no blow back coming. She won't expect me to make her my new main squeeze, tattoo her with a crow, or improve her status among the club. I can have fun and flirt, and know she's not going to turn into a raging psycho when everything is said and done. This is the same girl who'd been my first kiss when we were twelve and playing spin the bottle at my birthday party with Opie and Journee.
One of the few constants in my life I depend on her more than just about anyone. Friends can be the family we make for ourselves. The club's shown me that. Opie, Lee, and Journey are that for me. Opie's my brother. The one man I know will always be down for me and have my back in any situation. Journee's my baby sister. A little too much alike in some ways we butt heads from time to time, but no one can make me get right and see the situation in a new light like she can. Baby J is at times my sanity and reason. She gets me on that sibling level that makes her impervious to my anger.
Lee's always been a little harder to place She's always been my calm in the midst of the fucking hurricanes the club life brings. She's not like a sister in the ways most think about, but she's trustworthy, loyal, and so fucking precious to me. She's constant and sincere when I need it. Shit, maybe we're whatever the other one needs at that time.
I smirk as I think of Chibs. In the club old ladies are seen as an extension of their man. But Journee came first, so in a way, He's Mr. J in my head. He came later. After Opie got pinched, he kept my head on straight. Part brother, part father-figure, Chibs had a huge impact on my life.
It feels good to come back to my roots today with this party. The shit with Wendy had me out of my element and sinking like a stone in deep waters. I forgot how many people I have behind me. I might be out of my depth, but I ain't alone.
Chibs
The alarm goes off pulling me from sleep. I grunt. Six o'clock always comes too early. But that's what I get for staying up to finish the fourth season of Doctor Who with Journee. Her day starts later than mine, but I can't resist spending every second I can steal with her. Between work and runs for the club, I don't get enough downtime. It's why I've taken to staying here. It's gotten to the point where the boys call her if they can't get me on my cell.
It's been about a month since we came out, and other than giving me shit about my age, no one's had a problem. It didn't escape my notice that Happy took off and hasn't been back. I know he spoke to Journee briefly, but she never mentioned it, so it must've been a normal conversation. I'm always going to keep an eye on him. I saw his face out the corner of my eye when I claimed her.
The brother was pissed. I can't say I'm surprised. His interest in her has always been unusual for him. Too fecking bad.He waited too long and now I'm never letting her go. I hit the snooze button and enjoy the feel of her warm weight as she lays on my chest. I run my hand down her back and watch the sun rise in the sky. A man could spend a lifetime waking to mornings like this. I kiss her head. I love seeing her like this in her Tardis pajamas and blue head scarf. It means she trusts me implicitly. Me and Mo Chroi aren't into putting on airs. We're a let it all hang out couple.
It feels like we've been doing this dance so long. I haven't felt a moment of doubt or nervousness since I asked her if she saw us making it in the long run. All my free nights, are at her home or with her, and if she needed anything I was coming. Hell, I even know what brand of hair products and cleaning supplies she uses. We'd been torturing ourselves with a non-physical relationship for longer than I care to think about.
The culmination of all those unrecognized weeks and months of a relationship have added up to a comfortable place for both of us. I know her fears, and she knows mine. After all the scar tissue we carry around on our hearts it was never going to be easy for us to open up. I wish I could hunt down that bastard of an ex and choke the life from him. I know she feels the same about Fi, though she'll never say it out loud. It's in the tick of her jaw, and the coldness in her gaze every time she mentions.
I wouldn't mind seeing the old girl put in her place. But I never want to cause my Kerianne pain. Neither does Journee, and that makes me love her even more. The phone chimes again and she shifts, pressing her full ass into my crotch. As if morning wood isn't enough. I turn off the phone and reluctantly pull away from her. I actually have cars to complete at Tm today. I stumble to the shower desperate for the coffee I know will be waiting thanks to Journee's skills programing the Keurig.
The hot water wakes me, and I soap up and rinse off. I dry off, wrap a towel around my waist and break open our stash in the bathroom. I light a joint to mellow me out. The garage is a mad house crammed full of various personalities. It helps to be a bit medicated when you hit the door. I walk out and see her brown eyes wide open and studying me. She can sure boosts a man's confidence. I drop the towel and move to get dressed. I like having breakfast with her before she goes back to bed and I head off to work. When I run late, it's not possible. I slip on my holster, and she gasps.
I turn to glance over my shoulder. "What's wrong?" I ask.
She moves onto her knees, and I walk over to the bed. She grips my prayer beads and rolls them between her thumb and forefinger in the habit I've become accustomed to.
"Filip, Mo Chroi, you live here."
The sound of Gaelic on her tongue gets me in the damn gut every time. My heart. I glance around the room. My cologne is on the dresser next to her vials of essential oils, A picture of Kerrianne rests on the nightstand on my side of the bed. If I open up the closet and the dresser drawers on the left side, I'll find most of my wardrobe here. A book of Keats is mixed in with her urban fantasy and romance books on the small bookshelf under the window.
"I guess I kind of do dunn I? Is that a problem?" I ask slowly.
"No, I like it," she says almost shyly.
I grin. "Me too. Have a bite to eat and a cuppa with me before I go to work?"
She tilts her head to the side and shakes her head. "Stay."
"I wish I could love. I have a lot to do today."
"No, I mean with me." She looks up at me through lowered lashes. "Move in officially?"
My mouth goes dry and I damn near hold my breath. "Are ye sure?" I've been forcing myself to go slow. I don't want to overwhelm her or make her feel as if she doesn't have a choice. Her last relationship was loaded with manipulation, power plays, and pressuring.
"Yes, I can't imagine life without you here, Filip."
I smile. "I'll have the prospect move me in over the next couple of days, love. How does that sound?"
"Perfect." She wraps her arms around my waist and I thank God for blessing me with more than I deserve after all the sins I've committed.
I pull back, and she slips out of bed in one of my old Samcro T-shirts. "Looks good on you, lass."
She beams up at me, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. I like the routine we've carved out.
I'm high on more than the green stuff when I pull up to the garage. I'm moving in with my woman. Damn it feel goods. I park and scan the lot for a prospect.
"Oi, you," I say pointing to the blonde pain in my ass we acquired recently.
"Get some people together. I need my dorm moved over to Journee's house."
"Whoa. You're moving in together," Juice asks.
"I hate to break your Puerto Rican heart brother, but in the case of Journee, brown won't be sticking together." I pat his shoulder. "I'd appreciate your help during the move, though. She likes ye and we both trust ye with the alarm code."
He smiles, pacified and nods. "Yeah I can do that, Chibs," Juice says offering up the smile that almost makes you forget he's an Outlaw.
I think his crush is adorable. He'd never cross the line with her, and the boy needs approval and friendship. Half the time he makes an appearance at her house when I'm there. Not that I mind. Juicy's a good friend, and I feel a bit responsible for him. He has that vibe of a boy with no father, a bit like Jax. Clay may have taught him about the club, but he'll never win father of the year.
I walk to the coffee machine and pour myself a mug as TM comes to life.
"What the hell is this?" Tig asks stumbling over a box in the hallway.
"A box," I drawl.
"Don't give me your shit, Scottie. It's too damn early."
"Moving out brother."
He furrows his brow. "With Journee?"
"Aye."
He gives a rusty chuckle. "You locking that tender young thing down, mighty fast aren't you?"
"Can you blame him? Journee is awesome," Juice says before he barks at a prospect.
I snicker. "Listen to the lad. He knows what he's talking bout," I say proud of my lennan.
"No, if I had a chocolate dime piece like that I'd let everyone know who she belonged to. Thought you already had a wife, though, Chibby."
I hide my smile. In his own way, Tig's running me through the paces.
"Aye, I did. Filed for an annulment. Gonna claim her every way I can, brother."
Tig nods. "It's too early for this serious shit. I'm gonna get some caffeine in my system."
"Bout time. That girl is a damned prize. You can't get a better old lady. Don't want to be old and alone like me."
I turn my head toward Piney who lifts his head from the bar. "Mark my words. Put your mark on her quick before our friend grows a pair and you end you with competition."
Piney lays his head back down, and I think about his words. Would Happy do that? She's not my old lady or wearing my crow. He wouldn't be in the wrong if he did. The shit unsettles me. I clench my jaw as I move to my first car. I always think best when my hands are busy.
I surface from beneath my second car around noon with my stomach grumbling and my head full. I walk to my room to check on the progress and find it damn near empty. Cardboard boxes line the wall. It's the end of an era for me, and I'm okay with that.
"Almost done. We'll be loading the van in the next hour, and I'll take this first batch over. Is she home or at work?"
"At work by now. Good job Juicy."
"Of course man. Whatever you need I'm here."
"Thinking 'bout getting a ring."
Juice nods. "She's the kind of girl you marry. I can understand that."
His easy acceptance surprised me. The young ones tend to balk at long term commitment.
"Ye don't think it's too fast?"
"Not for you two. When I come over to her place and we're hanging out. It's home. The two of you create that environment. That says a lot. I never even had that when my Mom and my Step-Dad were together. Why do you think I'm always over there instead of the clubhouse during down time?"
His words surprise me. It's easy to forget he's a genius under that goofy boyish behavior.
"Never thought about it. Ye keen you're always welcome, aye?"
He nods. "The best part about you two is you don't treat me like an idiot. It gets old."
"We've all got our roles to play for the club, but it doesn't mean it's all we are."
He gives a nod of understanding, and I pull him close and rub his bald head. "Love ya Juicy boy. You want ta come and help me look at rings."
His eyes light up. "Shit you're doing it?"
"Aye. Been window shopping for weeks. But keep it to yourself, yeah?"
"Of course, man."
We return from lunch with a black velvet box I know I'll be using sooner rather than later. My moods vastly improved and my head is in a good place.
