"Of course she can stay here!" Clary exclaimed over the phone, her excitement to finally meet Clay's mysterious daughter showing. "Oh Gemma, you don't even have to thank me," she grinned, standing at the foot of the bed as she spoke to Gemma Morrow, Clay's old lady and Jax's mother.
Listening to everything that the older woman had to say, her eyes glanced upward to the bed watching as her own mystery shot her glances from between the sheets. The man made to get up from the bed, grabbing his jeans from the floor and tugging them on. He watched Clary intently as she spoke, worried about her having a stranger in the house.
"You're more than welcome," the young woman responded, "I'll help her settle in just fine."
With that she ended the call, tossing her cell phone onto the dresser.
"What was that all about?" the rugged man at her side asked, eyes quizzical.
"Clay's daughter is moving down here and Gemma asked if I'd give her a place to stay," Clary answered, her hands resting on her hips.
"What if she's an ax murderer?" he questioned, throwing his hands up into the air causing her to giggle.
"You've murdered people and I let you into my bed," the young woman smirked, slipping closer to the Irishman and placing her lips to his.
"Not funny, lass," he half smiled, receiving the sweet nature behind her kiss.
"Come on," she teased, "just a little funny and you know it."
Shaking his head, he merely grasped her face in one hand, before brushing his gentle mouth against her forehead.
"I just care, 'bout ya," he half whispered, "don' be needin' anythin' to 'appen to my woman."
Filip "Chibs" Telford, had only ever cared about two women in his life; those being his ex old lady and his daughter. When he'd brought them back to America after the terrible trip the Sons had made to Belfast he'd thought for sure the family could become unified once more. No sooner had they reached US soil and the two were practically clambering back to the docks to see sweet home Ireland. This had of course wounded the Irishman's heart, but he understood they wanted to be home, most importantly they wanted to be free of him and the life style. He'd paid for them safe passage and they swore to write; that was over two years ago and he'd heard absolutely nothing of his two lovelies.
The older man never thought he'd fall again, especially not for a native of Charming. However, this young lady had taken him by surprise, in the best of ways. Opie's baby sister, Clary, was unlike any other woman he'd known. She was calm and quiet and yet held a fire that she'd only show around immediate family and close friends. She had a wild streak that he couldn't get enough of, but her kind heart was truly the ticket into his arms. They'd always flirted, for fun at first but then it turned into something more one night in late October of last year. Even after they'd been together, he refused to just make it a one night stand, he cared far too much for her to do that. His feelings had gotten in the way and truth be told, he was more than happy about this fact. The two had begun seeing each other, in secret of course, it was quite a thing for him to be dragging in such a young woman into the mess of the Sons of Anarchy, but it was quite another that it was a member's little sister. Chibs was much older than Clary, at least twenty years separated them, although neither cared. Still, their actions would be frowned upon and their love wouldn't be understood. Together they decided to remain hidden from those they saw on the regular, until they both deemed it fit to come out and announce their long term relationship status.
Although things were unsaid and although they couldn't be affectionate in public, Clary still adored Chibs more than anything. He was her world and she wasn't ashamed of that fact.
"Look at you worrying about me," the young woman smirked once more, earning a firm slap to the ass by the man whose arms she found herself in.
"HEY!" she pouted, "behave."
With that the Scotsman chuckled, shaking his head before releasing her from her vice grip like hold. "Ya know I don' know how, lass," he grinned, "I must be missin' the good gene."
Clary merely rolled her eyes before heading to the bed, tucking in the sheets and rearranging the pillows.
"I really am excited to meet Clay's daughter," she changed the subject, truly thrilled to be meeting someone she could actually hang out with. Tara was sweet and all but the two had never clicked completely, and with two children and work, Jax's fiance was hardly available.
"I know ya are," Chibs nodded, hugging the young woman around the waist and placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Ya 'ave a good, 'eart, my love," he complimented, causing her to smile and blush a little.
"Thank you," she half whispered, leaning her back into his chest and turning her head so that they were face to face.
"So do you," she offered back, grasping his chin in one hand before he could even protest.
"You do," she pressed, "Your heart is so big and I know sometimes that scares you but that's just another part of you that I love. You're a good man, trust me. Sometimes I think there aren't good men out there…..but you and Opie….the other guys got nothing on you both."
The words warmed the Scotsman deep inside, his kisses reaching her lips once more, thanking her without having to say anything.
"Your brother is good," Chibs agreed, "Even though I know he's still hurtin' from Donna…tis a hard thin' to go through. But Ope is strong and tough, he's a protector…which is why I'm afraid he may kick my ass one day."
The last comment had Clary giggling once again, knowing all that was said was true.
"He might be mad at first," she nodded, "but I think out of everyone, my brother will see that love is more important than anything else. He's practical….I know one day he'll understand."
That was of course the hope, that one day they could be together in front of the club and God himself. They knew they were both it for one another, and Clary couldn't have been happier.
"I better go," Chibs decided, letting Clary lose so that he could collect his shirt from the floor.
Tugging the material on he went over to the chair in the corner of the room, picking up his leather cut and sliding it over his shoulders.
"Gotta get goin' to the office, my love," he joked, 'you 'ave a good day. 'Ave fun plannin' for your new little friend's arrival."
Rolling her eyes once more Clary turned her back on the Irishman and made for the bathroom.
"I love ya, lass!" Chibs called out as he left the bedroom, causing her to smile to herself as she turned on the shower.
"I love you too, Filip," she hollered back, being one of the only people to ever use his birth name.
Most of the time he was Chibs, but whenever she said she loved him, it was always his first name that she used, it felt more real then. Everything felt more real with him, and for the first time in her entire life she felt the love of a man that she knew without a doubt felt exactly the same way.