Chibs drove Molly's old bug down Interstate ten Juice following them on his Harley. The radio in the bug was turned down low the classic rock station they'd put it on was playing Hey Jude by the Beatles.

They had been on the road for a couple of days and they were more than ready to reach Molly's grandmother's house in New Orleans.

They'd been sleeping in motels and eating their meals at diners and they were all a bit tired of both the bad food and the lumpy motel beds.

The entire family Juice included was looking forward to Rose's cooking and a soft bed.

Chibs could admit he was really looking forward to this Dupuis family Christmas. It was going to be a far cry from Chibs' previous Christmas holidays.

Usually he just went to Gemma's house for Christmas dinner with the Sons who didn't have families to spend the holiday with. Sometimes the Sons who had families even found themselves spending Christmas at Gemma's.

After all the Sons were a family; a dysfunctional violent criminally prove family, but still.

For a lot of the Sons the MC felt like more of a family than their biological family.

Chibs had thought that he would feel sad about missing a Christmas at Gemma's. He was surprised to find that he wasn't all that bummed out about it though.

He knew that he might miss Gemma's turkey stuffing and her green bean casserole, but he had a feeling that Rose's cooking would very well make up for it. Especially considering Molly would be helping out with the cooking.

Chibs knew Molly was an amazing cook. He'd gained the extra pounds during their relationship to prove this fact.

More than anything he was looking forward to spending the holiday with the woman he loved, their boy, and his new extended family.

He even found himself looking forward to spending some time with Juice, despite all the sour feelings he still felt about the past.

Chibs took a sip of his to go cup of coffee that he'd just gotten at the diner they'd stopped at for lunch. He placed it back in the cup holder smiling as he realized Molly was singing along softly to the song on the radio.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

He grinned even more as Molly spoke up her cheeks flushing as she realized he'd overheard her singing. "This is my favorite song...I use to sing Hey Jude to Mason when he was a baby."

Chibs tried not to burst out laughing as Mason piped up from his spot in the backseat. "I don't remember that."

Molly turned in her seat to face the boy giving him a grin as she giggled. "That's because you were just a little baby. I used to sing this song though. I would hold you in my arms in a rocking chair and I would sing this song to you. It would always put you to sleep so quick. I'd sing it to you till I reached the end though even if you were fast asleep."

Chibs watched this exchange a small smile on his face. He still adored Molly's mommy mode. He was sure it was one thing he would never find himself hating for even a second in his lifetime.

He had to love how at ease Molly looked right now. She was wearing a nice gray and red printed bohemian style sundress with her black converse and a comfy dark red cardigan, and she had left her blonde locks down allowing them to remain in their natural wavy state.

He smiled spotting her favorite dangly silver and turquoise earrings. She had been wearing those exact earrings the day he'd met up with her again at Abel Teller's party.

Chibs hoped that he might be able to talk her into wearing them on their wedding day this summer.

She looked like the woman Chibs had fallen in love with not the sad downtrodden shell of a woman she'd been these past few weeks since she'd lost the baby.

He had watched her pack her bags the day before and had been relieved that she hadn't packed any of the pot Bobby had supplied her with.

Chibs hoped that this was a sign that Molly was moving past numbing herself with marijuana.

He prayed that she was finally going to really face all that happened head on without drugs numbing her brain. He knew that if she was ready he would be there with her one hundred percent.

Chibs reached out taking Molly's hand in his as she settled back into her seat. He held her hand gently giving it a squeeze. He pulled her hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to it as he spoke his voice soft. "I love ya a thaisce."

"I love you too baby." She replied giving him a drowsy smile. Long car rides always made her so sleepy.

She was trying hard to stay awake and not give into her drowsiness. She had a feeling that if she snuck a nap in then Chibs would fall asleep as well.

He sucked at staying awake while driving a car. Chibs claimed that it wasn't like a bike where the cold air passing by kept him wide awake.

And he was too damn stubborn to just let her drive the car. He was the typical male; wanting to drive the car at all times.

He watched her turn her eyes back to Mason a gentle smile on her face.

Chibs prayed that this was the beginning of his old lady, their boy, and he finding a sense of peace after all they'd been through.

Molly was thrilled to be going home, but her stomach was in knots over this entire visit.

There was a lot of fear; her mom showing up and causing drama, Chibs being pulled away half way during the visit by the MC, running into her ex in-laws.

She prayed that none of these scenarios would play out anywhere except for in her mind. She couldn't handle any shit being stirred up during this visit.

This visit to New Orleans had to be a good one. She needed a nice holiday with the man she loved, her child, and her family. It wasn't too much to ask for was it?

Molly tried to focus on the positive things that were guaranteed to happen during this trip. There would be Christmas of course. And then there would be the one thing Molly had been looking forward to the most; making her wedding dress with Rose.

She was looking forward to a nice afternoon with just her sister Candace, Rose, and her making her dream wedding dress. It was going to be a nice bonding moment between her sister and she and their grandmother.

Of course Molly knew her wedding dress plans could be made terrible if her mother bothered to show her face.

Molly knew that she would explode if her mom showed her face around her. She was so angry with the woman; for the way Gloria Dupuis treated Chibs so horribly. She was angry with her mother for being so horrible about the pregnancy. And she was livid with her mother for not even bothering to call with all that had happened.

Molly felt so guilty for saying it but she was beginning to hate her mother.

She'd always had to have some patience with her mom; to try to understand that her mother was a complicated woman who was damaged by the death of her true love. But Molly couldn't make excuses for her mother any longer.

As much as it hurt her she had to find a way to close the book on this screwed up relationship she had with her mom.

Molly knew that she had to move on with her life with Chibs and let go of the things that had brought her down in the past.

That was Molly's mission for this trip; to heal and find a way to begin again.

She was pulled out of her worries as Mason spoke up again a soft sigh escaping his lips. "I like the simple song the best though."

"The simple song?" Chibs asked clueless as to what this meant.

Molly gave her fiance a smile explaining it. "Simple Man by Lynyrd Synyrd. I've been singing it to him when he has nightmares. He's been having a lot of them this past week...just kid stuff you know? Monsters in the closet."

Mason scrunched his nose up his voice holding a hint of fear as he spoke. "I keep dreaming the monster grabs my ankle when I'm getting into bed. The monster is slimy and gross and he has long claws. It makes me cry, but mommy sings to me and that makes me feel better. I like the Simple Man song it's pretty. Do you know the song daddy?"

Chibs nodded his head his stomach knotting up as he realized he would know that Mason had been having so many nightmares and had been waking up in tears if he'd been home more often these past few weeks.

The little boy was feeling insecure Chibs realized; he didn't feel safe if he was dreaming of some monster latching on to his ankle when he climbed into bed.

His son felt insecure and he wasn't there to make it better, Chibs told himself ashamed at the thought.

He took a deep breath silently reminding himself that he would make it a point to be home more often from now on.

He would be there for his boy one way or another.

Chibs knew that he had to make it a point to be with his family when they needed him. He couldn't allow Jax to pull him away on bullshit any longer, not when Molly and Mason needed him.

He knew that putting anything above Molly and Mason would just equal disaster.

He knew of course that he still had loyalties to the MC. Chibs just didn't want those loyalties to supersede his fiancee and step son.

He had seen brother after brother lose a wife and a family just because they did exactly that; put the club over everything else in their life.

It was the Sons law; the club and brotherhood were the only thing that should matter in life.

That wasn't life though.

This was the first time Chibs had really had any thoughts of anything taking a place over the Sons. Then again he hadn't had much that could supersede the club before Molly and Mason, just his Kerrianne and Fiona.

Of course that hadn't turned out well for him; trying to make things work with Fiona and his daughter as well as his ties to the club.

He refused to allow history to repeat itself with Molly and Mason. He couldn't allow another failure on his part.

Chibs just wondered how he would find a way to make this all work. He had to find a balance or choose; this was a frightening realization for Chibs.

He gave Mason a tight smile answering his question as he tried to push back his guilt. "Aye I do lad. It's a good song. I bet yer ma sings it really nice...maybe she can sing it to us both sometime."

He cleared his throat pushing his thoughts of the club and what it might cost him far from his head as he peeked in the rear-view mirror at Mason. "How's that math comin along laddie?"

Molly and he could both see the frustration on the boy's face as he'd been attempting to get through the worksheet by himself.

Mason let out a melodramatic sigh holding up the math worksheet his teacher had given him as part of his extra credit. "It's so hard. I need help mommy."

"I don't know baby. I was a drummer and we drummers only know how to count to four and repeat." Molly teased pausing for a moment allowing Mason to let out a huff rolling his eyes.

She shook her head knowing that if he was rolling his eyes at six years old, what kind of horrors were they going to have to deal with when Mason was sixteen.

She sighed her stomach rolling as she found herself picturing a sixteen year old Mason rolling his eyes at her before he tore out of their driveway on his Harley.

Chibs chuckled at this joke about Molly's past as a drummer as Molly spoke again. "What's got you all worked up Mason?"

Mason spoke reading the math word problem his voice growing weepy from pure frustration. "You have seven crickets. How many crickets would you have to collect to have eleven crickets?"

Molly laid the seat back so she could reach out and place a soothing hand against her son's cheek. She had hoped her joke about being a drummer would cheer the boy up and make him laugh, but it was clear he was far too frustrated to laugh at the moment. "Hold up all your fingers baby."

He did what she said placing the worksheet in his lap on top of his blue binder along with his pencil. Molly spoke again her voice patient and soothing. "Okay put down seven fingers. What's that equal?"

The little boy sniffled trying so hard to stop his tears. "Three."

"Okay now what comes after ten?" Molly asked her voice still holding that soothing tone.

There was nothing more painful for Molly than seeing her son struggle through his learning disability.

He sniffled again his voice tiny. "Eleven."

Molly nodded her head giving him a smile trying to hide how much seeing hims struggle hurt her. "Okay and that's one number right? So we add three and one which makes?"

"Four." Mason replied a frown crossing his face.

"Yes so Eleven minus seven is four. Which means that we need to add four crickets to the seven we have already to make eleven crickets. So write down four." She replied giving him a tight smile her mind going into overdrive realizing just how much trouble he was having with this.

Molly pulled her hand from her son's cheek as he scribbled his answer down on the worksheet. She sat her seat back up Chibs and she exchanging worried glances.

The school had given Mason an IQ test early in the beginning of the school year. The test had revealed that Mason was very bright, but he had some learning disability that was called dysacalculia.

Dysacalculia was a common developmental disorder in which the subject had difficulty understanding numbers, learning how to manipulate numbers, and learning facts relating to mathematics.

The easiest way to explain it was that when Mason tried to do math his brain just got all cluttered up and twisted and he confused himself. It took a lot of just sitting with him and helping him sort the mess in his head out for him to solve math problems.

They had been told that tutoring might help the boy deal with this learning disability, but so far they'd been unable to find a decent tutor for the child that they could afford.

Both Molly and Chibs were at a loss as how to best help the boy. It wasn't an easy situation.

They had been trying their best to just sit with Mason and help him when he became frustrated but they weren't sure if they were doing enough for him.

Chibs tightened his grip on the steering wheel seeing Mason have these difficulties always got to him.

He felt like such a failure not knowing how to help the child. He wanted nothing more than for Mason to find a way to deal with his troubles in math.

It scared Chibs to think of how much Mason would struggle through out his life. He just hoped that he would be around long enough to help the boy deal with his frustrations without falling to pieces.

He frowned refusing to give in to this thought. He wouldn't die before he got the chance to be a good dad.

Chibs felt his heart sink when he looked over at Molly spotting the worry clear in her features. He could admit he was worried too.

The child was clearly struggling. It pained him to see it.

Chibs took his hand in hers again giving it another squeeze as he spoke keeping his voice low enough to where only Molly could hear. "He's got us love. We'll figure somethin out. He's goin to be alrigh."

She nodded her head hoping that he was right.

They had to find a way to help Mason. There had to be a way.

Molly fell into her grandmother Rose's arms an excited giggle escaping her lips. She pulled back allowing Rose to press a hand to her cheek as the woman spoke. "My baby. I'm so glad you're alright."

She pressed a kiss to her granddaughter's cheek as she spoke again. "I am so glad you and Filip are here."

Rose pulled away leaning down and hugging Mason the boy drowsy from the long trip. Molly smiled as the boy allowed his great grandmother to hold him against her.

She peered up at her grandmothers two story shotgun house able to see it's beauty even in the nighttime.

The house was done in gorgeous red wood siding and had white bannisters. It was surrounded by a black iron fence. There were a ton of potted plants around the home only adding on the cheery feel.

She had always adored her grandmother's home. It had been purchased after her grandfather Harold had retired from his job running a line of Cajun diners he'd opened with Rose.

The little diners were called Tallulah's had been run for decades until Molly's grandfather had been forced to retire.

There had been three of them all around New Orleans at one point, but now there was only one left.

The one remaining restaurant was being run by a cousin of Rose's. Rose still got a chunk of the restaurant's earning as par the agreement Harold had made when the original Tallulah's had been sold.

Somehow her grandmother's home had managed to make it through Hurricane Katrina. Though it hadn't been easy to convince Rose to leave before that horrible disaster.

Juice raised an eyebrow as Rose pulled away from Mason giving Chibs a hug. She leaned up pressing a kiss to Chibs' cheek as she spoke. "Filip. I am so happy to see you sweetheart."

"Me too Rose." Chibs remarked his cheeks flushing a bit as she pulled away.

He was still so stunned at how welcome Rose had always made him feel. Chibs had been accepted by Rose right off the bat and it was still a shock to him.

After all most people would deduce by taking one look at him that they would never want a guy like him in their family with their great granddaughter.

Rose seemed to march to the beat of her own drum though.

Chibs made her Molly happy and that was good enough for Rose.

Chibs cleared his throat nodding to Juice. "Ya remember Juice Rose? He's goin to be spendin the holiday with us if that's alrigh?"

"Of course it is sweetheart. Welcome, Juice is it?" Rose replied giving Juice a hesitant glance.

Juice did his best to give Rose a polite smile trying to ignore the hesitation in her eyes. "Yes JC is fine...Juice is just a nickname, Like Chibs."

"Well JC. Welcome. Come on in everyone. I've a got a room set up for Mason. You can room with him Juice. Molly and Chibs will be in Molly's old room." Rose replied turning her eyes away from Juice and to Molly.

Both Juice and Chibs let out a relieved sigh thankful that Rose didn't question just why Juice was tagging along for the holiday.

Neither man nor Molly wanted to worry the woman over Molly's or Mason's safety while they were visiting New Orleans.

Rose's house was exactly how Molly remembered it; warm filled with golds and reds. There were a ton of family photos generations of the Dupuis Garret family hanging on the walls.

Chibs was pleasantly surprised by the home; He'd expected the stereotypical old lady home; antiques, plastic covering on the furniture and the smell of mothballs.

The home was beautiful. Chibs' favorite feature was the family photographs covering ever surface and wall imaginable.

He was tempted to walk over to the wall by the staircase and admire the photographs but held back nodding to Juice. "We better get the gifts inside lad."

Juice nodded his head thankful that Chibs was being civil with him just as promised.

Juice prayed that this trip would heal some wounds.

Molly placed Mason into the twin bed in the spare bedroom tucking the old red and gray quilt around him.

She chuckled as Mason struggled to stay away not quite willing to give into sleep quite yet. He spoke up his voice drowsy. "Will Santa be able to find us here at Nana's house?"

Molly nodded her head knowing that this conversation was going to come up sooner or later.

She had already had to soothe the boy the week before when a girl in his class had told him that Santa wasn't real.

Molly had thankfully managed to convince the boy that Santa wasn't a fake. She just wasnt ready to let her son lose the wonder of Santa Claus yet.

He had been through so much in his short little life. He deserved some magic in his life.

She pressed a kiss to Mason's forehead as she tucked his stuffed penguin in his arms between the tight quilt. "Of course he will."

"How though. How will he know we're here?" Mason asked still so reluctant to fall asleep.

Molly smiled smoothing back his shaggy bangs as she spoke. "Because Daddy and me called him and told him where we were going...you see when you turn eighteen you get a letter from Santa with his phone number. You can call him and talk to Mrs. Claus if you are going on a trip for Christmas. She adds your address to Santa's notes so he can find the house you're staying in."

She was relieved as Mason nodded his head a look of amazement on his face. She had been frightened that he wouldn't buy her story considering she had made it up off the top of her head.

She pressed another kiss to Mason's forehead as she spoke up. "Now you get some sleep baby. Maybe Nana will let you help with breakfast tomorrow."

Molly left on the nightlight on the dresser as she left the room closing the door behind her.

She was surprised to be met with Rose as soon as she left the room.

Rose placed a gentle hand on her cheek as she spoke up smiling. "I am so happy you're here sugar."

"Me too Nana." Molly admitted not lying. It felt amazing to be back in her grandmother's home.

It reminded her of holidays when she was a little girl sleeping at Rose's house. She hoped that this Christmas would resemble the Christmases of her girlhood.

Rose sighed keeping her hand pressed to Rose's cheek as she spoke up. "How are you honey? Really how are you doing? I know these past few weeks have been so hard on you...I know you've been hurting."

Molly felt herself sink against her grandmother almost feeling like a little girl again. She let the words spill from her mouth knowing that she could trust Rose with anything. "It's been hard...I hurt so much Nana. Filip and I wanted a baby so badly...we were so excited. We'd picked out names and were planning the nursery and then it was just gone...It's just not fair."

Rose hugged Molly holding her in her arms and rocking her like she was a child again. "I know baby I know."

She held her for a long while before she spoke again admitting something that she had never told anyone. "I miscarried soon after your grandfather and I married...It was so sudden. The doctor that examined me told Harold and I that my womb was tainted...that I would never be a mother. Of course doctors back then didn't know anything. I had almost given up when I got pregnant with your father. He was Harold's and my miracle. Your father was an angel from the start."

Molly widened her eyes stunned by this story. Her Nana had never spoken of this before.

She felt her heart ache knowing how that story ended; her father had been ill and had ended his own life.

Rose pressed a kiss to her cheek as she nodded at a picture on the wall of Micheal Dupuis as a little boy all wide eyed and unaware of the pain he would one day know. "Your father would be so proud of you. He would love Filip. I know that for a fact. He would be so proud to know that you found some happiness."

Molly smiled wanting to argue that her dad would freak over Chibs' involvement with the Sons, but she held this comment in knowing that believing that her dad would love Chibs was a nice thought.

Rose spoke again rubbing Molly's arm soothing her. "You will have a baby sweetheart. I can feel it in my bones. Filip and you will have that baby."

Molly nodded her head giving her grandmother another hug.

Rose was right Molly told herself. Chibs and she would have the baby they wanted so badly.

It had to happen.

…...

Chibs smiled as Molly slid into the tiny queen sized bed in her old bedroom. The old room looked the same as it always had.

Molly had always had a bedroom in Rose's house. Rose's house had always felt more like a home to Molly than the old double wide trailer her mother had lived in.

She had found herself spending more and more time with Rose through out her childhood, with Gloria being so unbalanced Rose's home had been a haven for Molly.

The room was tiny but filled with little touches of Molly's personality. The bed held a blue and green quilt. The dresser was covered with pictures of Molly growing up.

The painting above the bed still remained; a painting of a rabbit that Molly had bought from a thrift store when she was fourteen.

The green Tiffany lamp on the bedside table gave the room a small pleasant glow.

Chibs tried not to groan at the sight of Molly's nightgown. It was a tiny yellow cotton number that barely reached her mid thigh.

He was tempted to yank it right off of her and reveal what laid beneath it, but he kept his hormones in check sure that Molly wouldn't appreciate getting kinky in her childhood bedroom.

Chibs allowed Molly to snuggle up against him her head resting on his chest. She spoke up the sound of his heartbeat soothing her. "Thank you for taking me here baby."

"Of course Molly. I'm happy to be here." Chibs admitted not lying.

He was happy to be spending the holiday with Molly's family.

It had seemed that after all Molly and he had been through that Molly's family had finally accepted Chibs fully and completely.

Well everyone but Gloria, but Chibs knew that Molly's mother probably never would approve of him.

Molly traced the tattoo in the center of his chest tracing the lines of the dollar as she spoke. "I love you Filip."

He pressed a kiss to her temple his voice soft as he began to allow sleep to seep into his consciousness. "I love you too Molly."

Molly gave him a soft smile as she spoke up "We're going to get pregnant again baby. I promise you we'll do whatever it takes."

He frowned wondering just where this comment had come from. He shoved his curiosity back as he spoke up. "Of course we will darling. Yer too wonderful not to be a ma."

"I want a boy. A little you." She blurted out picturing it in her mind a little version of Chibs; dark eyes and dimples.

Chibs grinned pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. "We already have a boy though love...what if I want a wee you?"

She pressed a kiss to his lips giggling. "We could have both. A boy and a girl. Or maybe a few boys and a few girls."

"Aye how many babies are ya plannin on squeezing out of me lass?" Chibs teased giddy to be talking about this.

It was the first time he had heard Molly speak with such assurance since the miscarriage.

She pressed another kiss to his lips as she spoke. "A lot. I want a big family, a house filled with little versions of us."

"Aye. Ya do know I'm an old man lass? I might not have the juice to give ya too many wee ones." Chibs teased trying to hide the seriousness of his comment by joking.

He did worry about his age playing a factor into his abilities to get Molly pregnant.

He knew that his lifestyle didn't help with his health; he drank too much and smoked too many cigarettes.

He had to fear that his own shitty health would deter from his ability to impregnate Molly.

That would kill him, not being able to give Molly those babies she was dreaming of.

Molly shook her head sighing. "Men can have babies till they drop dead baby."

She pressed a deep kiss to his lips as she spoke again. "We'll find a way. My Nana says she can feel it in her bones Filip. And Rose knows what she's talking about."

He chuckled silently thanking Rose for whatever she'd said to Molly while Juice and he were loading gifts inside.

He stroked Molly's back as she drifted off into a deep sleep. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he spoke up his voice low. "I'm goin to do whatever it takes ta give you that big family my love. I promise ya. I love you so much."

Maybe Rose was right he told himself.

Maybe there really was hope for Molly and he to have another baby.

He prayed that they could. He knew it would break Molly's heart if she couldn't have a baby.

And if Molly broke so would he.

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