The chapters will get longer over time. Sorry they aren't really that way now. But, here's three.

Also, sorry about typos, I look out for them as best as I can but they can sometimes get away from me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy, Kurt Sutter does.

Chapter 3

"Tara Grace Knowles. Well, well, well." A huge grin covers Cages face as she spots the girl she thinks of as an older sister. The dark haired doctor's eyes widen and a large smile emerges on her face.

"Cages Delaney!" She smiles and rushes towards the taller red head. They hug each other hard and tears come to the both of their eyes.

"What're you doin' back, Tare? I thought you said you weren't gonna be back?" Louella asks. Luann rolls her eyes, holding onto her grandson's hand. The pair watch the two women with bored faces.

"I just wanted to be home." Tara shurgs and looks back to see Luann and a beautiful red haired boy. She gapes at the resemblance. "Wow, he really does look like you. Both beautiful red heads."

Cages grins and walks over to her son. "I know. He's my pride and joy." She ruffles his curly hair and the four year old glares at her.

"Momma! Dooooon't!" He whines and glares at her. She sticks her tongue out at him and he copies her.

"I can see he has your personality. Does he have your temper as well?" Tara jokes and Luann rolls her eyes.

"Yes, he does. That's why we're here, doc. My impulsive daughter knocked some poor bastard out with her face and she has a concussion now." Luann and Louella share a glare.

Tara scowls and sighs. "Come on, back. I'm not busy right now, so I can check the damage." Cages grins at her.

"Thanks, doc." The red head turns towards her son. "You behave gramma. You don't and no tattoos." His eyes widen and he nods quickly. He kisses her lips quickly and she smiles and pats his cheek. Tara looks on with a neutral look and leads Louella into an open examination room.

"Sooo, you talk to Jax yet?" Cages aks bluntly as Tara puts her blue rubber gloves on. The brunette freezes and sighs.

"He was here yesterday." Cages looks at her in surprise and purses her lips.

"Why? Shot or somethin'?" Tara shakes her head and pulls out a small flashlight.

"Wendy OD'd. Crank. Had to do an emergency C-section." Louella's eyes widen.

"Holy fuck. Is Abel okay?" Tara sighs moves the flashlight over her eyes quickly. Cages' head spins and she has to blink several times.

"He has a torn stomach and a congenital heart deffect." Tara pauses and turns off the flashlight. She quickly feels around Cages' head. "We're waiting as long as we can to work on the heart. I just aided some other surgeons for his stomach and that is good, but we have to get him stronger for his heart."

Her gloved thumb pushes down on the cut and Cages swears loudly, her head throbbing. "I am going to ask you a series of questions that may sound odd, but you have to answer them so I can get a proper prognosis. Then, we're going to run some scans to make sure you don't have any major damage."

Cages nods.

"What is your name? Full name."

Cages sighs, knowing the drill. "Louella Mae Delaney."

"When is your birthday?"

"September 10, 1983."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-five."

"What is your pet's name?"

"Tiny."

"Where do you work?"

Louella frowns. "I-I... I don't remember the name. Some bar by... Shit! Where is it by?"

The doctor smiles sympathetically and Cages has to shove down her beast. Don't fucking pity me. "What's your boss's name?"

"Jack. No-yes. Jason. No. I don't know. I don't remember."

Tara smiles. "There it is. You have short term memory loss and I bet your head is hurting pretty bad, right?" Cages nods and scowls.

"So, no work?"

Tara shakes her head. "No work."

She groans before wincing. "Damn."

"No driving either. I'm surprised you could see this morning and last night after what happened. You need to rest and ice your head. I'll get you some pain medication and you have to drink plenty of water. Like every hour. Stay in a dark room with only little light." Louella sighs and blinks at the feeling of bile rising in her throat. Her eyes widen and she rushes to the trash. Her head pounds as she hurls up her lunch from yesterday.

"I hate this shit." She mumbles before more vomit arises.

"Momma! More water." She groans and looks at the clock beside her bed. Zac comes rushing in. He hands her a small cup of water and she downs the whole things.

"Thank you, baby." He grins at her and shuffles back into her bed. She plays the movie and sighs. Soon enough, the both of them are asleep, the movie playing in the background. The volume down. Tiny rests at the floor of her bed, snoozing.

The only sounds being the snores of the two people in the house, the TV, and the pitbull snoring. No one notices the man watching them through the window.

"You okay?" Cages smiles at Jax and shrugs as her son pulls on her hand towards the vending machine. It has been a solid week of no working and just resting. Her head is feeling better and the pain medication that Tara gave her is working wonders.

"Concussion. Last week was shit. Good now." He nods and smiles as her son just ignores their conversation and starts to wander off towards the goodie filled machine. Jax adores little Zacharias Delaney. He is a cute kid and he is just like his psycho mom. Watching them interact is pure entertainment.

"Zacharias Ethan!" The four year old freezes before huffing in irritation. He stomps his way back and Jax grins as Cages holds out her hand expectantly and her son rolls his eyes but interlocks his with hers anyway.

"Hey, how's your kid?" Jax blinks in surprise, and sighs. "Tara told me what happened."

"They still want to wait to do the heart surgery. Wendy's OD'd again." Cages scoffs and sighs.

"And you?" She nods at him, not wanting to add any comments about Wendy or Abel.

Jax's sighs, suprised again. With everything going on with the club, he hasn't really wanted to even begin to process what was happening to his family. There is nervousness there, but there's... fear. Something that Jax doesn't like feeling. Then Tara just had to come back. At first it was like a breath of fresh air, but now it's becoming difficult to do club shit because he's so damn distracted.

"I'm good, sweetheart." He smirks at her and she chuckles. His smile slowly disappears as Tara comes rushing by.

"What's up?" Cages asks as he and Tara shares a very intense and short look. Tara turns towards the red head.

"I'm going to have to check your head in a couple days, Lou." A scowl forms on the red head's face and she tilts her head, curious. Tara turns towards Jax. "We're taking Abel in for surgery right now. I am going to assist the procedure."

Jax's eyes widen and he nods, a little dazed at the new information. "Okay." The pair look back at Cages and she grins.

She kisses both of them on the lips in a loving way. "Good luck, Tara. You save that baby. Keep your head up, Jax. Love you both." They both blink at her and she grins, winking at the both of them before walking away.

None of them noticed the man watching them from across the hall.

"Thank you for watching him, ma." Cages tells as she walks towards the club house. It has been a successful two and a half weeks without any fighting, just rest. Her concussion is almost healed and she feels fantastic. Luann volunteered watching Zac once she heard about Cages' idea for a new tattoo. Which is the reason for her to be at the club house.

"You're welcome babe. I gotta go. My punk of a grandchild is trying to cause trouble with my old videos and the neighbors."

Cages chuckles. "Don't let him see any of that shit!" She scolds before sighing. "I love you ma."

"Love you too, Louella." Cages hangs ups and smiles.

"Cagey!" She grins a wide devious smile at the black curly haired man. Their blue eyes shine with something akin to happiness as they embrace one another. If there is one man that Louella has ever come close to loving, it was Tig. He is weird. So weird, that whenever she does something questionable to other members, he doesn't even acknowledge it, just hugs her and lets it go. He understands her, in a sense. All of the members do in a variety of ways, but all in different ones as well.

"What's up, babe?" He asks her, throwing an arm over her shoulders, walking to the picnic tables outside Teller-Morrow.

"Nothing." She answers innocently and they share a grin.

"Heard you got some pretty head wounds there, doll." Cages chuckles and nods.

"Some asshole thought it was funny to shove me. So I knocked his ass to the ground." Juice laughs out loud with a proud grin from his spot on one of the tables.

"She knocked him to the ground with her face. This girl's got some balls." She rolls her eyes.

"Bigger than yours, Juan Carlos. That's for sure." Tig chuckles and Juice raises a brow.

"You wanna test that?" Juice asks right as Happy sits down. She quickly flips off the Puerto Rican and looks into the Killer's eyes.

"Came here for some ink. You free?" He looks over her head at Clay, before nodding.

Tig and Juice stand with her as Happy leads Cages into the club house. Happy holds back a smirk as he gets his gear. He has only done a couple of the ginger's pieces, but from what she's designed, they're fucking awesome. Louella Delaney is more like him than anyone has ever seen, and he can agree to that.

She has that anger in her, that rage. It burns so hot that it attracts them together. Both of their fuses are so short that it makes them a deadly combination. She is one hot piece of ass, not that that helps. With her ink, tits, ass, and fucking hot as hell mouth, she is one perfect woman. His brothers call her a psycho, but he wants her.

It's not just that he wants her. She has gained his respect. Cages can hold down in a fight, in sex, when comes to drinking, pain, and killing. She is him in the form of a beautiful red headed woman.

But she has a kid.

Kids were always a no-no for Happy Lowman. He's a killer, he is a biker. He is not father material. He doesn't even feel like boyfriend material. How could he deal with a kid? That's why he stands clear of Cages. Because she is one crazy bitch without a kid, so she is one serious psychopath with one. Jax told him that she is the biggest momma bear he has ever seen and will not hesitate to kill for her son. And that's another thing that gets to Hap. Her kid is the same way. From what he's heard, the kid is incredibly loyal to his family. And to the club. Gemma tells them that her son has her anger is not afraid to throw a punch at preschool.

Shit, he respects the kid. He knows that the father is not in the picture. Doesn't know details, just knows that there is no dad. Happy hasn't ever seen the kid. Just heard about him.

"Here." He is brought out of his thoughts by the curvy ginger handing him a wrinkled piece of paper. Cages creates her own designs, a way of being original. He really respects that, not that he'd ever tell anyone that.

"Where?" Happy rasps and she chuckles.

The guys like watching her get her tattoos done because they don't even faze her. She has so many of them. She could almost compete with Happy, but hers are usually covered by her clothes and most of the time you can see some ink through the long sleeves she wears. "Thigh." She points to the drawing of a dark, yet beautiful, tree and he nods.

"Take off your pants." He voice is rough and the guys whistle.

"Never thought you'd ask." She smirks a wicked smile at him and quickly unbuttons her skin tight black pants. His eyes take in the tattoos covering her legs and ankles as she drags the pants down. A large feather lays on her right thigh, watercolored. Small arrows and roses cover her ankles. A reaper lays with violets surrounding it on her left calf. A potrait of her dad and mom lay in black and white on the back side of her right thigh.

He almost groans as he stares at her black lacy panties and swallows down the urge to bend her over the table and fuck her until she screams while pulling on that red hair.

Tattoos cover her arms and hips as well. Her sons's footprints lay on her left hip, the other one holding his initials and he can guarantee a protrait on her back with his date of birth. Her left arm holds a feminine version of the words SAMCRO, along with more roses. She has a tiger and dragon sleeve on her right arm, almost all the way down. Different flowers added in, along with lightening and forests. It's gorgeous.

"This is gonna be long." He tells and shoves back the desire to beat the shit out of her ass as she rolls her eyes.

"I know. My kid's at Luann's tonight. You got me all night, Lowman." She runs her tongue along her teeth and he almost growls.

"Lay down Ginger." He demands and she glares at him, a dark look covering her face. He smirks back at her. She grits her teeth and lays down on the bar.

Happy has to keep himself from looking between her legs, the lace see-through and tempting. Her skin is soft and white, perfect for inking. He notices scars marring her legs and smiles. Bitch knows how to get herself hurt.

"Wha' are ya doin'?" A thick voice comes from behind the kitchen and Cages grins.

"New ink, Chibby. Come and join the others." She puts her arms above her head and flips through her phone.

"Bitch. Quit talking." A voice rasps above her and she shivers as his large rough hand clamps down on her thigh.

"Bite me, asshole." She chuckles. "Actually. Eat me, Lowman." He growls, a deep rumbling coming from his chest and a spark of desire shoots to her pussy.

"Watch it, Ginger." His voice is rough and she grins.

"Just ink me, Happy. For fucks sake." She groans and rolls her eyes.

"Quit fucking movin' then." He commands and she sighs, shoving down the urge to punch in the face before fucking his brains out.