Molly stood in Charming Elementary at the doorway to Mason's classroom his arms wrapped tight around her. She held on to the little boy almost not wanting to let go of him.

She knew she was being ridiculous. Her son needed to go to school, he was already so damn far behind. It would be a miracle if he didn't fail this year.

Molly knew that she was feeling clingy and it made her feel so pathetic. All that had happened over the past few weeks had left her feeling like a paranoid mess.

She felt so weak. She wished that she could just find in her to be tough; to be strong and move on with her life.

She was more afraid than she wanted to admit. She had almost convinced herself that the second Mason left her sight he would disappear and she would never see him ever again.

She had nightmares about the boy being pulled away from her by some horrible unseen force. She had atrocious dreams that she had lost Mason in the strangest places; the grocery store, TM Auto, the library. In those dreams she wondered around long twisting hallways searching high and low for her child. The longer she wondered the more clear it became to her that her baby boy was gone; lost to her forever.

She found herself waking from these dreams in a cold sweat on the verge of tears. Chibs had been so patient with her; so sweet and understanding.

Molly told herself that most men would have had enough by now. Most men would have deemed her an unstable mess and cut their losses, but most men weren't Chibs.

Molly was still so thankful that Chibs had come into her life. He really was her godsend. She still believed that; now more than ever.

All those times she woke up in tears Chibs would just hold her against him his lips pressing to her sweat dampened skin as he soothed her; telling her he loved her and that he was going to keep her safe.

Molly tried to put on a bright happy face as Mason pulled back from her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He spoke thankfully not seeing his mother's anxiety. "I love you mommy."

Molly took a deep breath trying to hide the fear and uncertainty in her voice. "I love you too sweet baby. Be good and have fun today."

She reluctantly let go of him and allowed him to walk away from her disappearing amongst his classmates as he headed for his desk off towards the center of the colorful cheery classroom.

Molly resisted the urge to stand here and watch over the child for a bit longer. She couldn't be a clingy mess, she reminded herself.

It killed Molly to realize that one day her sweet little boy would come to the point in his life where he no longer wanted her nor Chibs to walk him to his classroom.

One day Mason would be embarrassed by his mother and his step father. It was only a natural part of growing up; Molly knew this.

She just hoped that this part of growing up wouldn't come for a long while.

Though she loved the idea of Mason growing into a strong handsome man, a small part of her wanted Mason to stay her tenderhearted baby boy for as long as possible.

She was about to walk away from the classroom and trek back out to the parking lot to her bug when she heard a soft voice. "Ms. Dupuis."

She turned to face the owner of the voice her stomach dropping at the sight of Mason's teacher Miss Meadows.

Miss Meadows was a tall thin blonde. She was quite pretty. Molly couldn't help but to picture the woman as some sort of preppy cheerleader. A small part of her wondered if the teacher had been a cheerleader back in high school.

Miss Meadows was kind enough. Though she had been a bit wary of Chibs when he'd come with Molly to parent teacher night.

Molly spoke her voice tight. "Miss Meadows...is there a problem?"

Molly felt a bit humiliated by her appearance; here she was standing in front of her son's beloved teacher in a pair of black yoga pants, a tank top, and flip flops; her hair pulled up into a messy bun, her eyes clearly watering a bit.

She knew that she looked like a nutcase. She could only imagine what the teacher was thinking; crazy Molly Dupuis. What a disaster. Poor sweet Mason stuck with a loon for a mother.

Molly tried her best not to compare herself to the teacher who was dressed so stylishly in a knee length floral dress and a cardigan her blonde locks pulled into a tight twist.

"Well you could say that...I'm a bit concerned about Mason. He's been quiet in class...well he's usually pretty quiet which can be a blessing compared to some of the more vocal kids. He's just seemed down lately...worried actually." Miss Meadows explained her eyes studying Molly curiously.

Mary Meadows had been a bit astonished by the soft spoken woman when she had first met her at Mason's parent teacher night at the beginning of the school year.

Molly Dupuis wasn't what Mary pictured when she thought of a biker babe.

That parent teacher night Molly had been dressed so plainly in dark jeans, black converse, and a simple short sleeved yellow peasant blouse.

Molly had looked as though she didn't belong beside the man she'd brought along with her. Filip Chibs Telford frightened Mary Meadows.

He was an intimidating older man; tall, clad in a brown leather jacket, a kutte on his back, and those scars on his cheeks; deep gashes embedded into his skin.

If Chibs had wondered into her classroom all by himself Mary would have been tempted to call the police fearing that he was some sort of sicko or some deplorable criminal here to damage her classroom or steal from the other parents.

Mary had been even more shocked as she'd seen Chibs hold Molly's hand so gently. He had stared at soft spoken innocent looking Molly with so much love in his eyes.

He had smiled proudly as Mary had told Molly and he about Mason's day to day activities in her classroom.

It was clear that Filip Telford adored Molly Dupuis and her boy.

It was obvious that Mason adored the man just as much. Often for Mason's art time in class he drew vivid pictures of Chibs on the back of his Harley or Chibs working at the garage.

It was the perfect example of a little boy looking up to his father.

Mary Meadows couldn't help but to be concerned by Molly's appearance today. The woman looked so pale; like a ghost.

It was clear she hadn't slept in a good while, her eyes had heavy bags resting underneath them.

Molly took a deep breath her voice breaking a bit as she spoke. "We've had a hard time lately...we've been going through something very difficult. I had a...a, I lost a baby recently. Mason has been taking it hard...we all have."

Miss. Meadows widened her eyes as she took in this information. She was quick to speak her voice tight. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She paused clearing her throat clearly feeling awkward about this entire conversation. She spoke again her hand reaching up to toy with the pearl necklace she was wearing. "I was thinking that it wouldn't hurt for Mason to have a word with our counselor here."

Molly tensed up at this comment. She spoke up her voice sharp, so unlike her usual gentle tone. "You want to send my son to a shrink?"

The entire idea brought up sour memories for Molly.

After her father had committed suicide little eight year old Molly Dupuis had been bounced around from child psychologist to child psychologist.

The entire process had left her feeling bitter and angry.

She had felt like every doctor she'd seen was judging her; the poor little girl whose father had hung himself from the rafters in the music room, the sick crazy damaged girl.

"Not a shrink...just a person he can open up to. Our counselor is really good. She's great actually. It might help Mason to express himself in a judgment free space." Miss. Meadows clarified her eyes growing wider at Molly's tone of voice.

Molly scoffed at the words judgment free zone.

Molly took a deep breath knowing that she couldn't freak out. She had to hold her anger in. She gritted her jaw as she spoke her voice tight. "I don't think I'm comfortable with that. I can comfort my own child."

Miss. Meadows cleared her throat seeing the rage in Molly's eyes. "Of course...I understand. I just thought I'd let you know that the option was there."

"Is there anything else?" Molly blurted out not caring if she was being a huge bitch at the moment.

She'd been having a hard time as it was and she didn't need unpeasant childhood memories making things worse.

"Mason is falling back a bit in class...as you and your...his step father are already aware." Miss. Meadows replied looking as though she wanted nothing more than to walk away from Molly.

Molly took a deep breath doing her best to shove her inner bitch back in the box as she spoke. "Is there anything we can do to help him catch up...we've been sitting with him and helping him with his homework...I know he's missed a lot of school."

Miss Meadows nodded her head thankful that Molly hadn't snapped at her again. As sweet as the woman looked she clearly had a bite to her. "If I send some work home with him could you get him to do it. It's extra credit."

"Yes of course." Molly replied willing to do anything to help her son pass the first grade.

She knew that it would kill her if her child had to be held back when none of this was even his fault really.

Mason had only missed school because her life had been a huge mess these past few months. She blamed herself for his falling behind.

Miss Meadows nodded her head quick to speak up as she walked away from Molly. "I'll send him home some worksheets. If he does that and writes a few small essays then I'm sure I can raise his grades."

Molly let out a huff taking a final peek into Mason's classroom. She was relieved to see that none of the children had heard any of this exchange.

She found herself practically running out to the parking lot wanting to put as much space between her and what had happened.

She leaned back against her blue bug her stomach in billions of tight knots.

Molly closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. She felt herself wanting nothing more than to go back home and dig into the pot Bobby had supplied her.

She felt so guilty about it. She had never been big on pot. She hadn't even played around with it in high school.

She might of dabbled a bit in cheap wine coolers and beer at parties and gigs she'd played with her band in high school, but all in all she'd been always been a good girl.

The marijuana seemed to be helping her cope though. It made the pain dull. She enjoyed the feeling of being high; feeling light and playful.

Molly knew that she needed to back off the pot. No she didn't buy into that whole pot is a gateway drug bullshit.

She just knew that it probably wasn't bright to be high off her ass most of the time.

After all she wanted to get pregnant again...well she wanted to move forward with being intimate with Chibs first of course. But getting pregnant again was the long term goal for her.

She knew though that she would have her best chance of conceiving if her body was as clean and pure as possible. She needed to be healthy to conceive.

Molly was a little anxious about becoming pregnant again. What if her body just couldn't handle it? What if she was destined to lose baby after baby?

She wanted to move past these fears so badly. She wanted to have a baby with Chibs more than anything.

She loved almost everything about being pregnant; morning sickness and discomfort not included.

She wanted her belly to expand with a precious little life. She wanted to rub her tummy and talk to the life inside of her womb. She wanted to laugh as Chibs cooed at her belly and rubbed it. She wanted to see that look of complete love and awe in his eyes as he talked to their unborn baby.

Yes she knew that getting pregnant again wouldn't erase the pain of the miscarriage. Nothing would ever really take that pain away.

Though that baby had been unborn he or she had been real to Chibs and Molly. It had been their baby and they had lost it.

The pain ran deep and it would always remain.

It would be wonderful to have a baby; to know that they could still create a beautiful tiny life.

Before meeting Chibs Molly had never thought of having a big family.

After all being married to Brian Parker had left her wanting to avoid expanding her family as much as possible.

Falling in love with Chibs had changed everything though.

Despite all the dangerous aspects of Chibs and his life he was the kind of man that was just made to be a father.

He loved children, he absolutely adored kids. He was the Teller children's beloved funny Uncle Chibs. Chibs was wonderful with kids; so sweet and patient and just perfect. Molly knew this.

She had realized this early on in her relationship with Chibs. He was so great with Mason. He'd made the child his little buddy so easily.

She had to love the idea of having a few kids with Chibs; growing their family together.

She could picture it all in her head; little blonde girls and little brunette boys; tiny Chibses and tiny Mollys.

She could imagine a table full of kids at dinner time laughing and talking to Chibs and she. She could imagine birthday parties and Christmases surrounded by beautiful children; their sweet gorgeous babies.

She found herself wanting a house full of kids; a house full of love and happiness. She wanted this with Chibs more than the oxygen in her lungs.

Molly was pulled from her thoughts of little cherub faced children with Chibs' dark eyes and dimples and her blonde locks as she heard a familiar voice. "You okay baby?"

She opened her eyes her stomach rolling at the sight of Gemma. Great this was just what she needed right now.

As much love as Molly had for the woman she could admit that Gemma could be a bit much at times.

Her entire relationship with Gemma had been made all the more awkward lately. It was clear that there was some tension between Tara and her mother in law, and Molly had no idea where to stand between the two women.

As difficult as Gemma was Molly had to admit that she felt close to the woman. Gemma had taken her under her wing in a way; taught her to defend herself, given her advice.

Gemma had been a sort of strange foul mouthed nutty surrogate mother to Molly.

On the other hand Molly did feel some loyalty to Tara. Tara had been somewhat responsible for setting Chibs and Molly up with one another; for pushing them along in their attraction to one another.

Tara was set to be Molly's maid of honor this summer. She was probably Molly's dearest friend right along with Lyla.

Molly was tied between wanting to remain loyal to Tara and wanting to let herself bond farther with Gemma.

Molly cringed as Gemma spoke up. "I saw that bitch teacher corner you in there when I was dropping off Abel at his classroom."

Molly bit the inside of her cheek her stomach rolling. The words left her mouth quickly. "She wants me to put Mason in therapy."

"That's bullshit Molly. Fuck that gash." Gemma spat out her eyes darkening with rage.

Gemma was quick to speak again as she reached out placing a gentle hand on Molly's shoulder. "You tell her to shove it up her ass baby. Real women take care of their kids. You don't need any of that new age pussy therapy crap."

Molly sighed unsure if she agreed with Gemma. Perhaps Mason did need therapy.

She quickly shook that thought from her head. Her son wasn't going to be paraded around in front of a shrink like some tiny mental patient.

Molly had lived that life and she didn't want it for Mason.

Molly took a deep breath telling herself that she would make it so Mason could talk to her about his feelings. She would let him know that it was okay to open up to her; that she would love him and help him cope through this.

She was thankful as Gemma spoke again changing the subject. "Jax says Chibs and you are going home for the holidays."

"Yeah...we thought it would be good for Mason...to spend Christmas with my folks. Brian never allowed it." Molly explained her stomach churning to think of her past Christmases spent under the Parker household.

Molly had always dreaded Christmas in the past. With Christmas came holiday parties and with holiday parties came Brian getting himself shitfaced.

When Brian was drunk he was more handsy and when he was more handsy he took her pressing his lips to her skin pushing himself into her without any foreplay or warning.

She always forced herself to endure the sex, she knew refusing would incite violence from Brian; she laid there feeling sick and awful while Brian moaned and panted over her sweating down onto her.

She hated having sex with Brian. What should be such a loving tender moment between a husband and wife was always so horrible and disgusting.

Molly hated the way Brian wouldn't even check to see if she was even turned on before thrusting into her. She despised the way her would pound into her not caring at all about her pleasure. She hated how rough his hands were on her skin; her bruised her without even caring. Her body was left feeling filthy and sore after an encounter with Brian.

When it was finally over Brian would always kiss her and say those words she hated to hear Your mine Molly. My babydoll.

Thsoe little phrases made her want to puke.

She was unable to stop herself from visibly shivering at these memories.

When Molly had first heard the words marital rape she had been in deep denial. She had tried to convince herself that she'd wanted it when Brian had taken her.

Eventually though she couldn't deny the truth.

The truth was that she'd never wanted any of it. After Brian was done with her and fast asleep she would always rush to the shower. She would scrub her skin until it was red and irritated.

That wasn't the actions of a woman who wanted to have sex with her husband.

When Molly had first begun to have sex with Chibs she had been amazed at how good it had felt. Chibs was an incredible lover; he was loving and protective and tender. He clearly knew how to make a woman feel good. He worried about her pleasure and her comfort. He kissed her skin and worked her up before giving into burying himself in her. And afterwords he kissed her and cuddled with her making sure that she was satisfied and comfortable.

It had taken a while for Molly to finally work up the nerve to tell Chibs about what Brian had done to her besides the mental and physical abuse.

She could remember how she'd been so frightened that Chibs would think she was disgusting, that he would never want to make love to her again.

She had been so dumbfounded when Chibs had held her and told her that he loved her; that everything would be okay, that he would protect her and never hurt her.

Chibs had been so angry to know what Brian had done to Molly. He had been enraged to realize that Brian had taken it one step farther. Hitting Molly wasn't enough for Brian; he'd had to violate Molly in that way.

Knowing what Brian had done to Molly had only made killing the man all the sweeter for Chibs.

Gemma spoke up pulling Molly out of those horrible memories. "Your mother still giving you trouble?"

Molly let out a sigh shaking her head. She was surprised that she spoke up opening up to the Queen of SAMCRO. "She's being so unfair Gemma. I can't believe that she's behaving this way. She hasn't called me...I know it's wrong but I just hate her when she's being like this."

"That's mothers for you." Gemma replied frowning at the thought of her own mother.

She'd never gotten on with her own mother. The woman had been somewhat like Molly's mother; overbearing, stubborn, and controlling.

Yes Gemma knew she was controlling with her own son, but she had learned from the best; Rose Madock.

Gemma sighed feeling the need to give Molly some advice. She found herself liking Chibs' old lady.

Molly was sweet and she clearly made Chibs so happy. She had given him all the love he'd craved for so long.

Although Gemma still felt that Molly could toughen up a bit. "If that mother of yours give you any shit you tell her to fuck off. Trust me honey. You don't need that kind of crap in your life. If she can't see that Chibs is a good man and that you're happy then she doesn't deserve you."

Molly sighed unsure if she could force herself to cut her mother out of her life that way.

Even if her mom was rotten she was still Mason's grandmother. She was his only grandma given that Chibs' mother was dead, and Rose Dupuis really didn't count; Rose was a great grandma after all.

Molly knew it was foolish but she still held a bit of hope that her mom could somehow see the light; that she could learn to at least tolerate Chibs.

Then again Gloria Dupuis hadn't even called though she knew that Molly had a miscarriage.

Gemma spoke again giving Molly's arm another pat. "I'm real proud of you sweetheart. You handled yourself really great even with all that's happened. You defended your family from that bastard just like a real old lady. You're turning out to be a good old lady hon. I'm happy to call you family."

Molly couldn't stop herself from smiling a bit at this comment. She had never once in a thousand years dreamed that Gemma Teller Morrow would actually say that she was proud of her.

After all the first time she'd met the Queen of SAMCRO was when Gemma had answered the door at Abel's birthday party and she'd not been exactly warm and fuzz then.

And then Gemma had shown up at Saint Thomas and wanted to play twenty questions with Molly about her blooming relationship with Chibs.

Having the woman's approval was strange, but it felt pretty good.

Molly felt comforted as Gemma gave her a hug and spoke "You're going to be alright. Your family has you. Family is who you make and they're who you can count on at the end of the day."

Molly took a deep breath hugging Gemma back.

Gemma was completely right, Molly realized.

She had her family here in SAMCRO and they would take care of her.

Molly stood in the kitchen staring down into the kitchen sink pretending to be mesmerized by her dirty coffee cup as she listened to her brother talk on the other end of her cell phone.

It wasn't until her brother had finished talking about the latest argument between their mother and their Nana Rose, that Molly spoke. "Has mom asked about me?...does...has she said anything?"

Jack took a deep breath anger peeking out through the usual calm demeanor he kept with both his sisters. "I'm sorry Molly."

Molly let out a shaky breath realizing just why he was sorry. Her mother hadn't said a thing had she?

"I don't know what to do Jack...Does she even care about me? I mean if it was my daughter I'd be on the first flight to California." Molly blurted out unable to hide the pain in her voice.

Jack took a deep breath trying not to fall apart. "I know sis I know. She's just...she's mom, I mean you know how she is. She's fucked up Molly."

Molly let her eyes water finally as she spoke up whining. "It's not fair. I just want to feel okay with this. I want to feel like she loves me. As angry as I am with her I still want my mother to hold me and tell me that it's all going to be okay."

"I love you Molly. That's all that matters okay. I love you and Geoff loves you. Candace loves you. Nana Rose adores you. We have you and Mason sis. We have you and we aren't letting you fall apart. I know it's not fair. Mom has never been fair though Molly. You know that. It's not right and if I could fix it I would." Jack reassured her having never been able to handle his sister's tears.

He paused taking a deep breath trying not to break down right along with her. "It's all going to be okay Molly. You're going to come see us next week and we're going to have a great Christmas. You and Nana are going to make the sweet potatoes and the green bean casserole. We can let Chibs have the honor of carving up the ham. We'll decorate the tree at Nana Rose's and watch National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. We'll watch the cartoon version because Jim Carrey in Grinch makeup give you the creeps."

He paused grinning as Molly laughed at that last statement. He was quick to speak again realizing that this was what she needed to hear. "We'll leave cookies out for Santa, and have cheese grits for breakfast on Christmas morning. Geoff and I will take Mason to Santa Land the first week you're here. It's going to be great. Mom won't be there to make you feel like shit. We won't even talk about her. We can look at those photo albums of Rose's. I can torture you by showing Chibs all those photos of you at your first birthday party clad in only a diaper with chocolate cake all over you and in your hair. I can tell him embarrassing stories. It's all going to be so great."

Molly smiled her tears still falling, but her sadness was pushed away for a moment. "You better not show him that picture...it's horrible. The chocolate looks like...well you know. It's gross."

"All the more reason for him to see it. It's my job to torment you sis." Jack replied chuckling at her.

Molly shook her head letting out a huff at this. "I'll show Geoff that picture of you in your tighty whities and rain boots from when you were like three."

"He's already seen my in less than my tighty whities Molly." Jack blurted out grinning as his sister let out a sigh.

Molly smirked seeing this as her opportunity to get back at her brother for that comment. "That's okay Chibs has seen me in less than my undies too."

Jack let out a groan quick to speak. "I didn't need to know that sis. I never want to even think about Chibs and you naked together...or either of you naked apart for that matter. There are just some things a brother doesn't need to know."

Molly shook her head tempted to push it a bit farther, but she had the feeling that if she blurted out something that was sure to embarrass him then Jack would just hang up the phone.

She chose to change the subject instead her stomach filling with butterflies as she spoke. "Have you thought about what I asked you last time we talked?"

Jack wasted no time to speak. "Yes and the answer is yes absolutely. Geoff and I would love to walk you down the aisle this summer."

Molly smiled so thankful to hear this. Jack hadn't attended her wedding to Brian. He had been protesting his little sister marrying the man.

She had walked down that aisle all alone. It wasn't an experience she wanted to repeat with this wedding.

Given that her father was dead her older brother and his partner were the only option to give her away to Chibs.

She wanted both men to walk her down the aisle. They were both so dear to her. Geoff had always felt just like another brother to Molly instead of just a brother in law.

Molly couldn't wait for Geoff to meet Chibs.

When Molly had first explained her brother's sexuality to Chibs she had feared that he would react badly.

After all she knew enough about the MC world to know that some bikers weren't open minded at all.

She had been so relieved when Chibs had just accepted it all without any questions. He had accepted her big brother. It was something Brian had never done.

Brian had always been so nasty about her brother being gay. He had said mean homophobic things about her brother and it had always made her feel so furious.

She had fought with Brian over the issue at least a hundred times and it had always resulted in her receiving a busted lip or a nasty swollen cheek.

Brian couldn't handle conflict.

Molly adored Jack. Her older brother had been a father to her in so many ways.

He had stepped up and been there for her after their father had died. It would have been so easy for Jack to let his own grief take complete control of him, but he had been so strong.

Molly knew that if Chibs were ever to treat her brother like garbage then she would kick his ass to the curb no questions.

She highly doubted Chibs would ever be horrible to her brother though. Chibs had a lot of respect for Jack.

He had worked so hard to win the man's approval.

"Thank you...thank you so much. It wouldn't be the same without you both walking me down the aisle." Molly pointed out her eyes watering for a much different reason.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Molly." Jack admitted knowing that despite Chibs' shady lifestyle the man really was perfect for Molly.

Jack knew that Chibs loved his sister and his nephew.

Molly let out a sigh a frown on her face as the time finally came to say goodbye to her brother.

She barely had time to place her cell down on the counter as a pair of arms wrapped tight around her waist.

She tensed up at this sensation only relaxing as she heard Chibs' voice. "Sorry I didn't mean ta startle ya love."

She turned to face him doing her best to give him a soft smile and hide how just frightened she had been by his sneaking up on her like this. "You're home early."

"I thought I'd come have lunch with my lass." He replied his lips brushing against hers.

He kissed her deeply wanting nothing more than to pull her up and place her on that counter. He wanted to pull those yoga pants down her legs along with her panties, unfasten his jeans and bury himself deep inside of her.

He could picture it her legs wrapped around his waist her panting and moaning as he thrusted into her tight body; home. He could picture them eventually moving down onto the cold tile floor, her riding him out his hands on her hips encouraging her moments her breasts bouncing her body fitting against him so perfectly.

It had been weeks since he'd had her. She was having such a difficult time coping and he felt weak knowing that he couldn't find a way to make her feel safe.

He wanted so badly to make love to his fiance. He wanted it so bad it hurt.

He missed her; being with her in that way.

Molly was the first woman who had made him feel this way in so long. She was his soulmate fully and completely.

Chibs knew that he was all hers; he loved her so much it hurt.

She reminded him of the good within himself; the things he'd forgotten about himself through out years of violence and pain.

She made him feel complete. She was everything to him. Molly was his partner; his lover, and his best friend.

He hated to imagine what his life would have been like had he never met her; going home to a crappy studio apartment at night, having meaningless sex with croweaters, being truly alone in this life.

He missed being able to express his love for Molly through sex. He loved their sex life; it was an active one full of passion and trust. She trusted him to push her boundaries to try new things. And he trusted her to allow him to be vulnerable.

Chibs sighed as he pulled away from the kiss putting his hormones in check. He easily spotted the hazed look in her eyes. He could tell she'd dipped into the pot Bobby had been supplying her with.

He wasn't upset; Chibs knew that this was just Bobby's way of trying to help Molly deal.

Bobby adored Molly just as much as the rest of Chibs' brothers. Bobby was doing what he could to help Molly he only way he knew how; through his pot habit and his baking skills.

Chibs knew he couldn't judge; he'd done far worse than smoke a joint or eat a pot brownie. He wasn't a saint.

He just worried that Molly was using the pot as a crutch; that she was letting it dull her pain, that she was avoiding facing that pain head on.

He wanted her to cope. He needed her to face this and grieve the way she should.

He resisted the urge to bring up her pot habit as he noticed that her eyes were a little watery. "Talk ta me a thiasce."

Molly frowned her smile falling. "It's been a long morning."

Chibs pressed a kiss to her forehead his voice soft and just as soothing as she needed it to be. "What's goin on? Ya were happy as can be when I left this mornin."

"I had a talk with Mason's teacher...she suggested that he see a counselor." Molly explained her frown deepening.

Chibs nodded his head already understanding his old lady's issues with therapy.

She'd had a hard time seeing psychologists as a child. She hated the entire concept of therapy.

She took a deep breath as she spoke again. "And then Gemma and I had this weird talk in the parking lot...and I just don't know where to stand with her...I mean shit with Tara and her is so tense."

"Don't let Tara's problems ruin yer relationship with Gemma lass. It's okay to follow yer heart. Ya have a big heart Molly. It's one a the things I love bout ya." Chibs pointed out his lips pressing to hers.

She smiled shaking her head. She spoke needing to talk about something nice. "What else do you love about me?"

Chibs grinned at her as he spoke his voice growing husky. "Everything lass. Yer eyes yer golden hair...yer smile, yer Louisianan accent. That tight wee body of yers...sexiest thing on tha planet...and don't even get me started on those breasts of yers...god a thiasce they're so damn perfect. I love em in my hands. They're so soft and smooth. I love that tight pussy of yers the most though lass. Yer my perfect treasure. Soon yer goin to be my wife."

She let out a soft gasp as he ran his lips along her neck. His words made a heat spread through out her body; a longing for him.

She was so afraid to move forward with him though; frightened that she would freak out on him like last time.

She pushed her lust back for the moment as she spoke. "I love you Filip."

"Love ya too lass more than anythin." He murmured his lips brushing along her pulse point.

She ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair unable to hide the excitement from her voice as she changed the subject. "Geoff and my brother agreed to walk me down the aisle."

"Ya sure they're goin ta give ya away to a lad like me?" Chibs teased hating to admit that a part of his joke held some truth.

His Molly was way out of his league and he was perfectly aware of it. He was amazed that her brother hadn't packed her and Mason up and took them back to New Orleans when Jack had met him.

Molly pressed her lips to his as she spoke. "I'm already yours baby."

He smiled her comment easing most of his fears about her brother not thinking he was good enough for her.

This was going to be perfect he told himself. Next week they would have Christmas in Molly's hometown and this summer he would make Molly his wife.

Molly Telford; it sounded perfect.

He just hoped that this trip owned up to his needs. He needed his old lady to find some peace.

He prayed that he would find his peace as well.

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