OK well some of you had a lot of good points. The ending wasn't quite done yet. It was like two am when I wrote it and I left a lot out. So this is to tie up some loose ends. Also I got the title from Cage The Elephant. I strongly suggest to listen towards the end to it { try youtube} I'll signal you when to hit play. It just sorta fits, well the chorus does any ways. Ok so here it goes. Enjoy .


It was sorta nice having my freedom. Of course Jax still watched me like a hawk, he didn't let on like he was but I could always catch that ever so slight twitch in his eye when I'd say I was going out by myself, or when I was left home alone. But things were good. Calm. Clay agreed to let me stay as long as I worked at the bar, and kept his son inline. I mulled all this over as I unloaded chairs getting ready for tonight. "Hey Toots," Clay called from his office, breaking me of thought. I looked up startled, forgetting I wasn't alone. He worked so quietly, every once in a while, a cough, a sniff. "Boys are comin' for a meeting at noon, can you get 'em some beers and food ready?" He asked leaning in the door frame taking his reading glasses off as he spoke. I smiled tucking a stray hair from my pony tail behind my ear. "You got it Gramps." He snorted and shook his head as he left. I turned to get started. "Clay?" I asked thinking quickly. He turned back, an eyebrow cocked. "Is the meeting about the whole Oakland, Charming thing?" My voice was quiet. His expression was perplexed. And with a single nod he answered. I gave a single nod in response and grabbed the beers from the cooler. Two months had passed and everything was sort of in the air. After the leader of the Mayans and Zobel were dead Juice and I had inherited a great deal. With that Juice also had the choice of leading the Mayans. We had to wait due to local authority questioning the disappearance of two men. Both clubs covered with some shit story that they killed each other in a gun fight over prospects. Then miraculously the deed and will our father left behind was found. Tonight the two clubs would meet up and discuss what was to be done, who would get what.

The bell rang as Juice and Aemelia walked in. "Honey just tell me!" Juice cried as they entered. "No!" she ordered back. "So is it a boy or girl?" I asked handing Juice a beer. "She wants it to be a surprise." Juice said popping the cap off and taking a swig. "It's more fun this way." Aemelia laughed rubbing her belly where the bump had started. "It's more like a pain in my ass, Woman!" He pouted. Aemelia smiled. "It think just to fuck with him I'll paint the baby's room a neutral color like yellow." Juice made a disgusted face like his beer tasted bad. "How is the new house by the way?" I asked. Juice rolled his eyes. "It'd go a hell of a lot faster if a certain sister would help her big brother out because her pregnant best friend can't get up on ladders or lift boxes!"

"Well excuse me for busting my ass helping to pay for a third of that house!" I glared taking his beer and taking a sip. "Urrgh! Screw this I'm getting on the computer till it's time!" He yelled throwing his arms up in the air and walking away. "Can you also see how much curtains and the crib will cost?" Aemelia asked. He went to open his mouth. "And don't yell, I don't want this one being a violent child, it needs calming sounds." He quickly shut it and turned, fists shaking. Aemelia snapped her head towards me. "It's totally a girl!" She excitedly whispered. I nearly jumped the counter as I hugged her. "That's amazing!" I said giggling. We both looked at Juice who was angrily scrolling through eBay on one screen and babies 'R' us on another. "Oh, he is in wayyyy over his head." I said drinking the rest of the beer. Throwing it away the door rang again. First a little blonde head came waddling at me, then a much larger one close behind. "Mamma!" His little arms were out. "Whoa little man!" Jax said scooping him up. "I swear I'm getting him a leash!" Jax said giving me a kiss. Abel pushed away from his dad. "Noo! MumMum!" I grabbed him in time before he jumped out of Jax's arms. He quickly wrapped his arms around me. "I think I should just give up on trying getting him to call me Selena instead of Mum." I said rocking him. Quickly Juice was up waiting for a hug. Abel lifted his head up and his arms out. "Azzhool!" Abel said as Juice grabbed him. Jax quickly looked at Abel then to me. "I have no idea where he learned that!" I said trying to look innocent. "Real mature!" Juice glared. "Maybe he learned the word for blue in Spanish?" Aemelia tried. "Yeah and Selena is Dora Fucking Explorer!" Juice glared me down. "Fuck!" Abel said smiling patting Juice's face. "Ok that's it I'm taking this child before he's anymore corrupted by this place." I said taking him back. I gave Jax a quick kiss. He looked slightly annoyed. I sighed. I'll have him watch hours of 'Baby Einsteins' to make up for it." He rolled his eyes and kissed me again. "You better." He smiled and kissed Abel on the top of his head. I got to the door opening it slightly. "Besides, you and Ope were dropping cherry bombs in toilets at this age."

"Don't give the kid any ideas!" Opie smiled standing behind me. "Oh, hey Ope." I said giving him a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "I'll meet you guys tonight." I said waving a final good bye.

Opie shook Jax and Juice's hands and gently hugged Aemelia. "You wanna rub the tummy?" She said pointing to it. "It's like I've become the towns Buddha. Three old ladies just came up to me in the store today asking for a rub like I'm good luck or something." Opie raised his hands. "I'm good."

"You better be good," Juice said taking Aemelia on his lap. "This here is my belly!" He started rubbing it. "You hear that mystery baby?" He rubbed it some more.

"Oh god he's talking to it!" Aemelia cried getting up. "And you can't just keep calling it mystery baby! It makes me feel like it's going to come out as a goat or an alien or something!"

"Let me know the gender and I will!"

"How about Poppy, or Sury, ooh or Murry!"

"That's it woman, get out before I get drastic!" He put his head down on the table.

"Fine, but later I want to talk about maybe getting a Mini-va-"

"OUT!"

…12 PM.

"Ok so we arranged a meeting with the Mayans tonight to set up a final decision." Clay started. "Let it state on record this is an entire club decision. If it don't sit right with one of you, you have the right to argue your point. Now Juice, have you made a final choice?" The air in the room seemed to go dead. Finally Juice took a breath. "The Mayans was my father's club, it still is. I would love nothing more than to continue his legacy as he'd wished." Jax put his head down. Chibs had his in his hands. Tig bit his nails. They all hated the idea of losing a club member. "However," Juice said putting out his cigarette. "My place is here, my family is here. Selena and I had discussed taking our land and dividing it between the Sons and the Mayans, keeping it in the 'Family' so to speak. As for the Mayans, it is in my belief it would be best to make them a patch-over, like how it was going to be before my father was killed." He paused looking at Clay. "If that's alright with you, Clay?" Clay had his usual stern expression. The hint of a smile twinged at his lips. "Well club? Yay or Nay?" Bobby "Yay," Piney, "Yay," Jax, "Yay," Opie, "Yay," Chibs, "Aye" Half-Sac, "Yeah, er, Yay". It came to Tig. He raised his hand like the others had but instead waved it. "Will we get that little shack with those mushroom things?" Juice paused a second then raised his eyebrows quickly, "Yeah!" Juice nodded. "Well then hell yeah, Yay!" Tig quickly pointed his two fingers in the air. "Then its settled," Clay slammed the gavel. "Tonight we talk patch-over with Mayans!" They all cheered. Some got up and hugged and teased Juice. "Didn't know ya had it in ya boy!"

….later that night….

The two groups gathered around the garage of Teller-Morrow Shop. "We're brought here tonight to discuss a patch-over between our two charters. I believe the leader of the Mayans has a few words to say." Clay said stepping aside. Juice stepped up. "This might not sit right with some of you, the Mayans are your whole life. I grew up with most of you." He paused scanning the faces. "Which also means I know the dictatorship Alverez had you under. The pressure. The risks. The SOA is different, you'll still be running guns and all the same stuff you love, however we split everything fifty, fifty, and now worries of either of us starting wars. The club is your family. Alverez had his own son killed and also killed a former leader. SOA offers you and your family protection. Now… those of you who disagree raise your hand now." Not a man moved. …(press play now)….. Clay stepped up. "Those who agree?" He asked. One of the men stepped up and shook Clay's hand. "We're in." He looked deep into his eyes... "PATCH OVER PARTY!" Someone shouted.

The club was already set up. I had little doubt The Mayans would say no. By this time the music was blaring and the strippers had got into routine. Tig was right there was no kind of party like a patch-over party. It seemed like hundreds of people were there. Half-Sac and I were handing out the beers by the dozens. Tig was doing lines of something off a strippers stomach while some former Mayans cheered him on. Clay and Gemma danced close on the dance floor. She had a beer in hand. Bobby was face deep in some woman, shocker. Opie was laughing\embarrassed as his father was grinding(oxygen tank in hand) with Opie's woman. He was trying to separate the two. Chibs had grabbed the prospect by now tell him the finer things if life pointing to one of the girls on a pole. "Selen, I'm heading home!" Juice shouted over the music. I nodded with a wink, handing him a beer, as he took it I held on. With a confused look I responded. "It's a girl." With that he dropped the beer and rushed out the door. Just then I felt a gentle tug on my wrist pulling me onto the dance floor. I smiled up at Jax and wrapped my arms around his neck and moved in beat to the song. He pressed his lips tight to mine. It felt warm and wet after being behind the cooler for so long. His body warmed mine. His kiss deepened as he wrapped his fingers through mine. Something cold slid onto one. I pulled away slightly looking at my left hand. A silver band with a shiny rock in the middle slug loosely over my ring finger. He put it on the rest of the way. I pulled him in closer mashing our mouths together, moving our hips to the song.


Well I hope this was a better ending. It seemed to go better in my head any ways. The song just sort of something you'd hear playing as the dance floor panned out in a sort of slow-mo you have any other story suggestions I'm all ears.