Being a Son

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Chapter 4: Tig + Normality = ?

It wasn't the most romantic proposal, but it was so uniquely Tig. And that was just fine with Edie. He wanted her to have his babies. She knew he liked kids and knew about Fawn and Dawn. And she wanted to have his kids. 'If I can even still have babies.'

"After breakfast, we're gonna see about getting you a car."

"A car?"

"You're gonna have to drive eventually, babe."

Edie smirked, "And here I thought we were gonna fit our whole family on the back of your bike."

"You need space for groceries, other shopping, the kids eventually. How else are we gonna get them to Clay and Gemma's for family dinners?"

"Well, we each strap a kid to us. You get the smaller one on your front, and I get the bigger one strapped to my back." Edie was having the hardest time keeping a straight face while answering the questions that he wasn't seeking answers to.

"I forgot how much of a smart ass you are, little girl."

"But you love it."

"I do," Tig said quietly to his eggs.

When they finished eating and paid, they headed over to the only car lot in town. Oswald Motors. When he pulled up a smarmy salesman came out to greet them. "Hi, I'm Carl. What can I help you with today?"

"Need a car for my girl. Can you hook us up?"

"What are you looking for?"

"An SUV, one of your safest. And it has to be an automatic." Carl started eyeing up Edie and Tig stepped in front of her, blocking the slimebag, "You got one in stock, or do I need to go to Lodi?"

Carl stepped back and cleared his throat, "Yes, we have three SUVs with automatic transmission that are on the national top twenty safest SUVs list. Just let me grab the keys." Carl when back into the dealership office.

Edie looked up at Tig, "An SUV, Tig? Isn't that a little big?"

Tig smiled down at her, "I want as much car around you as possible, baby. Just be grateful I ain't buying a Hummer."

They followed Carl when he came back out. All three SUVs were pretty much the same in price and amenities, mileage, etcetera. Tig looked down at Edie and motioned to the cars, "Pick the one you want."

Edie smiled at him uncertainly and bit her lip. "I like the Jeep."

Tig smiled, "The Jeep it is. Write it up Carl."

Carl took them back to the office, Tig making a pit stop at the bike and pulling out a black bag from one of the saddlebags. Inside the salesman began typing everything up. "And who will be the owner of the car?" he asked, looking at Tig.

"Alex Trager."

"The primary driver?"

Tig smiled down at Edie, "Edith Trager."

"Is your motorcycle insured?"

"Yes."

"Did you want to insure the car with the same company? We can coordinate that right now, it won't take very long."

"Yeah, let's do that."

Once Carl had set everything up and typed out the insurance forms Tig would need, he printed it out and gave it to Tig for final approval. Tig looked it over and the asshole had made a big mistake. "Here," Tig said, pointing to the paper, "you made a mistake. Edie ain't my daughter. She's my wife." Both Edie and Carl shot him a look, but for different reasons.

"I'm sorry, my mistake. Just let me clear that up. Is that the only change?"

"Yeah."

"How did you want to pay for this? We have several financing options available if you're interested."

"Nope, just cash today, Carl." Tig dropped the bag he had pulled out of the saddlebag onto the desk. Carl looked stunned but was terrified of Tig and didn't want to say anything.

They were outside the office, waiting for the go-fer to pull Edie's new car around to where Tig had parked his bike in the front. "Wife Tig? Really?"

"I didn't want to have to worry about changing it when we get married."

"How soon you planning this wedding?"

"As soon as possible babe."

They watched as her new car came around the lot. Tig reached into his wallet and pulled out a card. As Edie got into the Jeep he handed it to her. She looked down at it and then back up at him. "You kept my license?"

"Of course, babe. Meet me back home."

Edie had a ball driving her new car. She played with the radio and sun roof at stops, much to Tig's amusement. He would look back at her during long lights and she would be giggling, pressing all the buttons on the dashboard.

At home Tig pulled his bike into the garage. He was pulling boxes down off of shelves when Edie pulled up. After reluctantly leaving her new toy, Edie saw that the boxes were marked with her name.

"We sold most of your dad's stuff along with the house. I kept a couple things I thought you might want, though- his cut, jacket, that type of shit."

Edie looked up at him, "What about his bike?"

Tig walked over to a large blue tarp and pulled it down, revealing Trace's bike. "I know you always wanted your own bike, baby. I thought I could modify it for you and we could go on those day trips like we used to." Edie smiled at him and hugged him tightly. "But you gotta promise me that you won't ride it without me with you. I won't lose you again."

"I promise Tig."

Tig started opening boxes while Edie just looked at her old man's bike. "Edes, come sort through this shit and figure out what you wanna toss. We'll go to the mall later and get you some more underwear." Tig stepped out while Edie sorted. She assumed he was checking in with Clay.

"You get a hold of Alvarez yet?" - "Shit, okay. Let me know." - "Yeah, we got her a car today, green fucking Jeep." - "Of course. Listen, I gotta a favor to ask you guys tonight." - "Just something I need." - "Nah, man, nothin' like that." - "Alright, see ya." Tig came back in after he hung up and leaned against the tool box.

Edie looked over her shoulder at him and shook her head, "You know, this would go faster if you helped."

"I don't know what you want to keep, babe."

"Purses, pictures, other types like that. And anything you don't already have. I'm guessing you don't own a frying pan?" Tig laughed and nodded. "I also noticed that there are no clothes."

"We sold most of the stuff at a garage sale. I kept a couple of your old riding jackets. They should be in there."

"If you were looking for me for so long, then where are my clothes?" Tig looked down and didn't answer. "Tig?"

"Alright, this is gonna sound nuts, but if- when we got you back I wanted you to live with me. I want to support you and I figured if you had no clothes, it would be just one more thing to support you on- or some shit like that," Tig finished, ducking his head and digging through a box aggressively, completely embarrassed.

"Tig, that's the weirdest thing ever." Tig's head hung a little more. Edie reached over and cupped his cheek, pulling his head up and forcing his eyes to meet hers, "That's the weirdest and sweetest thing ever. Just don't do it again, please? You know I hate shopping."

Tig brought his hand up behind her head and held her still. He kissed her and as he broke away he said "Okay, babe. Whatever you want."

They made quick work of the sorting and had a couple boxes Edie would keep. Most of the stuff she would either toss or drop off at the thrift store later in the week. "Figure out what you need at the mall." Edie made a quick list in her head and they walked out to the Jeep. Edie got into the driver's seat while Tig closed the garage. He came around to her, "Keys?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"It's my car Tig."

"And I'm you're old man. I don't ride bitch unless I'm forced to." Edie made a face and gave him the keys, sliding into the passenger seat. Once in the car Tig hooked an extra set of keys on her ring. "House keys. Front door, back door, garage main, back garage, and this key is to all the deadbolts."

"You have deadbolts on every door?" Edie asked. Tig nodded. "That's a lot of deadbolts Tig."

"I like to protect what's mine."

The mall went pretty quickly, after Edie accepted that there was no budget. She wouldn't let him see the lingerie she got, but promised that after she got the 'all clear' from the doctor, she would model for him.

After two hours rebuilding Edie's wardrobe and a stop at Victoria's Secret (at Tig's insistence), they hit the food court for a late lunch. The trip to the car was long and they were both sweating by the time they found the Jeep. Edie climbed in while Tig loaded the bags.

"We gotta stop by the shop," Tig said, climbing into the driver's seat. Edie was much happier about him driving her car after he said she could control the radio. Lucky for him she grew up around the guys at TM and didn't subscribe to the techno-pop shit of recent years.

After parking at the clubhouse, Edie hopped out, prepared to hang with Gemma in the office. "Hey!" Tig called her back. "You forgot something." He leaned down and kissed her, copping a feel of her butt. "There ya go."

"Come find me afterwards, Tigger. We still need a lot of shit at the store." Edie bounced away to the office and Tig finally took a look around the lot to see who had seen their little display. Just Chibs and the prospect training. He made for the clubhouse door, trying to avoid their eyes so as to avoid their comments. "Nice car there, Tigger. It match your purse?" Chibs shouted, joking. Tig just scowled and stomped into the bar.

"Hey Gemma," Edie said, stepping into the air conditioning.

Gemma looked up and smiled, "Hey baby girl. How's everything?"

"Good. Great actually. Tig bought me a car."

"Really? He let you choose?"

"The make. It was between three SUVs and they were pretty much the same. I chose the lime green Jeep."

Gemma barked out a laugh at that. "I bet he's thrilled."

"I think that's the reason he made a big stink outta not riding bitch. His pride was already damaged."

"That sounds like Tig. So, everything else is okay?"

"Pretty much. I've been having nightmares. I try not to wake Tig, but I'm sure he knows."

Gemma nodded in understanding. "That's gonna happen for a while, baby. I'm sorry."

"Tig wants me to see a shrink, atleast once."

"And what do you want?"

"I'll do it for him, but really I just want to pretend like those two years never happened."

"That won't help, baby. Trust me."

Edie looked at her in surprise, "Were you...?"

Gemma nodded, "Yeah, a long time ago. 'Round the same time JT died."

"What helped you?"

Gemma got a sly look on her face, "I don't think you wanna know what helped me, baby doll." Edie wrinkled her nose in understanding and disgust. Gemma laughed and went back to the computer.

"Gemma?"

Gemma looked at Edie again, "Yeah?"

"Can I get the name of your gyno?"

"Sure, babe." Gemma pulled out her cell from her purse and browsed the numbers then wrote the info down on a post-it. "Here you go. She's great."

"Okay, thanks."

Everything was quiet in the chapel. They were all waiting for Clay to start.

"We got a hold of Alvarez. He insists it wasn't his guys. Said they don't patch in rapists."

"And we're gonna believe that fuck?" Tig asked.

"I don't think he's lyin," Jax said. "He looked pretty disgusted when we told him about Edie."

"I don't trust that asshole," Tig said.

"We've got our friends keepin' an ear out for any assholes braggin' about it. And we're still lookin' in on the Mayans. But we gotta suspect that it might have been somebody else. Bobby, get a hold of the Niners. See if they've got any rapists on staff. Juice, see if you can tap into any government shit and find possible suspects," Clay finished doling out tasks. "We'll keep trying to find those assholes, Tig. We were delayed with the Alvarez jail shit, but we're back on track now. We'll find 'em. It ain't a coincidence they nabbed her when we were attacked." Tig nodded, trusting in his oldest and dearest friend. "On a different note, Tig has something to ask us." All eyes turned to Tig.

"I wanna borrow the cabin for a couple weeks," Tig said, looking around the table.

"For what?" Juice asked.

"Well, I figured that'd be an awesome place for a honeymoon." The men around the table cheered.

"You asked her?" Chibs asked, raising an eyebrow, not quite believing that Tig, the man who never wanted another old lady after his ex fucked him over, was actually getting married.

"This morning over breakfast." Tig was smiling so big, and it was so genuine, he looked ridiculous.

"When you planning this?" Clay asked.

"After she gets the 'all clear' from the doc. I figure four, maybe six weeks."

"Where?" Juice again.

"The cabin, of course."

"She get any say in this?" Jax asked, laughing.

"Of course. She can plan the detail shit. But I've waited long enough."

Back in the office, Edie and Gemma were chatting about everything Edie had missed over the last two years.

"I noticed Tara's back. How you feel about that?" Edie asked.

"I don't trust that bitch for a second. But she's making Jax happy during all this shit with Abel, so I gotta leave her alone right now."

"Hmm. Oh! I forgot to tell you the best part of today!"

"What the car and unlimited clothes was just the hum drum?" Gemma asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Tig proposed."

Gemma spit the coffee onto the computer screen and looked at Edie like she was crazy. "You're shitting me!"

Edie smiled and shook her head, "Nope. He asked me over breakfast, just after asking me about the crow. He's really jumpy to do it soon, too. Got all over the car dealer's shit when he put me down as Tig's daughter on the insurance instead of his wife. Said he didn't want to deal with changing it later."

Gemma smirked, "Probably just got a thrill outta callin' you his wife. I knew he claimed you, but marriage? That's a whole new side to Tig."

"Yeah, it's weird to me too. I don't know why he wants this all to happen so fast. I just got back a few days ago. It's not that I don't want to, it's just so rushed, you know?"

"Tig was a mess, baby. He's been messed up ever since he found out you were gone. I think he wants to do this fast because he's afraid of losing you again. Hell, we all are."

Edie nodded in understanding. She jumped slightly when Tig stuck his head in the office, "Hey babe, ready to go?" She nodded again and stood up. "Hey Gem."

Gemma smirked, "Hey lover boy. Edie told me about breakfast. And the car salesman. How soon you planning this wedding?"

"Spoke to your old man about it just now. We're gonna do it at the cabin after Edie gets the clear from her doc."

"Do I get any say in this?" Edie asked.

"Course, babe. You get to plan all the frilly shit. But I know you. If I left the date to you, you'd keep putting it off to change details and add shit."

Edie gave him a look, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. "You'll help me Gemma, right?"

"Course baby. Just let me know when you need me."

Both Tig and Edie waved goodbye to Gemma and made their way to the Jeep. Edie knew better than to ask about the meeting. Tig looked at her after they climbed into the car, "So, where to now, mistress?"

Edie giggled, "A place where we can buy pots, pans, and other kitchen shit."