CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

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Because Jax was determined to get a few hours' work done before he was out of commission for a week or longer we're up at 6am and ready to leave the house by 7. Jax helps me load the cookie containers into the passenger seat of my truck before walking back into the house to grab his kutte from the entranceway. He returns holding his hand in front of him and drops my phone into my lap "You might want this to ring Mandy later."

I smile "Thanks, I completely forgot about it."

Jax rolls his eyes and steps over to his bike "I guessed. Bet I beat you there?"

I nod, starting the engine and putting the truck in gear "You will, I'm stopping to get more coffee, I noticed yesterday we were on the last bag."

Jax waves over his shoulder as he pulls out of the drive in one direction while I head in the other, my errand for coffee has me really swearing I should get a grinder and fresh beans, but at 7am on a Monday morning in a place as small as Charming that's not going to happen.

Surprisingly when I pull into the lot 25 minutes later Jax is already under the bonnet of a car, but Gemma's caddy is in the corner and Clay's bikes already there too. Parking my car by Gemma's I jump down, the bag of salvation in coffee form in my hand. Jax points towards the clubhouse door "Ma's in there, waiting for the coffee."

"Shit." I mutter under my breath, speeding up a little and throwing the door open with a little more force than needed when I reach it "I'm here Gem." I call the second the door is swinging back to fill the hole.

2 hours later my consideration of a grinder and beans has been changed to the insane contemplation of if we could grow coffee beans in Charming. The huge bag of grounds that I brought is already half gone, the coffee machines have been running constantly since the second they were turned on and there isn't a shortage of Sons looking for cup refills.

The sight of a taxi pulling in and Al jumping out of the back just after 930 brings a huge smile to my face, walking across the lot to meet her I bypass my car and collect the containers that have been hidden in the back seat. Al takes one look at the stack of four Tupperware containers and starts bouncing in place "Please tell me that's what I think it is?"

I nod and kick the door closed on the car "Of course. But you're not allowed to touch the top one. That's a Happy only container."

Happy's voice echoes over my shoulder "What's for me only Cupcake?"

I turn around and lift the containers a little higher "Exactly."

Happy lifts the top container off and cracks the lid a little so he can see the contents. Looking back at me he raises an eyebrow and says nothing.

"I checked with Jax, he said you'd like them. If you don't I'll go take the faces off, they should scrape off easily I hope." I blurt out.

Happy laughs easily dispelling my concern "Nah, I like them. What flavour are this lot?"

"Coffee flavoured, I was getting bored with normal flavours. Just don't eat too many at once, you may not sleep for a while after." The cakes had been made with coffee infused milk, and espresso powder, the dark parts of the smiley faces are a coffee brown sugar mixture that's sort of the consistency of clay.

Happy smiles, the gesture is still slightly unusual for me to see on his face, but the constant supply of baked goods seem to have him smiling a lot lately. "You ready then?"

I nod and follow Happy towards the clubhouse door, the sound of running feet behind me surprises me, but Jax flinging his arm over my shoulder and kissing my temple and murmuring "Hope you weren't going to start without me?" makes me smile.

Shaking my head I wait while Al holds the door open "Got cookie drop off to do, coffee to collect then I'll be down."

Jax comes with me through to the kitchen where I quickly start the coffee machine again before setting the full pot on a tray with four cups, sugar, milk and a plate with a pile of cookies on it.

Jax picks up the tray and pushes the door open "The things you do."

I smile brightly "Al loves sugar, in any form. Cookies are good bribery tools in any situation with her."

Jax shakes his head ruefully "If you say so."

I follow him down the hall and brush past to open the door to Happy's tattoo room, not surprised much when I see that both of them are hard at work with inks and designs beside them, heads bent over almost identical looking machines. Happy looks up first and chuckles at Jax as he sets the tray down on the top of the desk in the corner where Al has already set up her iPod docking station, the iPod sitting just beside it waiting for our standard ritual of me picking a playlist, spending all of 2 minutes picking a classic rock playlist I pour coffee's and wait while Happy goes through an obviously well ingrained ritual.

Al jumps to her feet and rips off the first of many sets of gloves, crossing over and almost pushing Jax out of the way she grabs two cookies, shoving one whole into her mouth and pointing at me. When she's finished chewing and she swallows she nods towards the bathroom "Go in there, I've got a present for you."

I frown but cross the room, my eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Sitting on the closed lid of the toilet I wait for her, she appears in the door a few seconds later, a brown bag in her hand. Pushing the door closed she shakes her head "I thought I'd save Jax a few stress wrinkles and deal with the agony he'd face with his Brother being that close to his Old Lady's boobs. Juice thought I was a saint for having thought of it."

I shake my head "What?"

Al reaches into the bag and I can't help but laugh when she pulls out a brand new set of nude coloured silicone pasties. The pair of them look like raw chicken breast, but having seen her wear them at least once before under a transparent top I know exactly what they are. Stripping off the singlet and bra I'd put on this morning she passes them to me and waits while I fuss with the double sided tape she'd brought as attachment reinforcement.

Pulling my singlet back on I giggle and lean against Al's shoulder "Thank you. I was wondering how I'd stop Jax feeling the need to beat the shit outta Happy when this was done. You've just fixed it for me."

Al smiles and waves her hand "No sweat S. Just doing what I can to keep the peace, instead of bikers in pieces."

Happy thumps on the door a couple of seconds later while Al's washing her hands again "You two coming or playing dress up?"

I can't help laughing as Al pulls the door open "Sorry, I was just reminding Sarah why she loves me."

I feel heat flood into my cheeks at the surprised look in Jax's face and the curious look on Happys. Slapping Al on the ass I push past her "You promised you wouldn't mention that again."

"Sorry." Al doesn't look at all guilty and goes back to where she's set her machine up, a second chair and Happy's table set up between them. "You. Sit." Al points at Jax and he obediently sits down in the chair opposite her.

"So, you and my Old Lady?" Jax wiggles his eyebrows at Al "Can we get a repeat performance, just for me?"

Al shakes her head, pulling on more gloves and picking up the spray, razor and some cleaning wipes. "Not happening."

I roll my eyes and lean over Jax's shoulder, carefully keeping my hair and hands away from Al's cleaned surfaces "Baby, she's winding you up. You know I don't swing that way." Pressing a kiss to his cheek I turn to Happy where he's sitting waiting for me beside a padded table.

Happy pats the table "On your back, sorry but the top has to go."

I shrug and reach for the bottom of it just as Jax's head swings around "Wait, what?"

I turn, the singlet barely cleared of my bellybutton. "You knew this would happen."

Jax sighs and turns around "I know. Didn't expect you to sound so pleased about it."

"For fucks sake Jackson. Turn around you great over-reactor." Jax turns slowly on his seat and I pull my singlet the rest of the way off "The reason I love Al so much right now is she solved the dilemma you had of your Brother seeing me topless."

Jax looks at the odd attachments to my breasts before looking at Al "What the fuck are they?"

"Breast pasties." Al answers, her head still bent over Jax's arm where she's carefully shaving the skin she's about to ink.

"Alice." Jax's voice is odd and I can't pick the emotion on his face till Al looks up and locks eyes with him and he smiles widely "Thank you." The gratitude that's across his features makes me smile and Al shrugs.

"No worries. Like I said to S, I wanted a peaceful biker, not a piece of a biker."

AN: So I just rewatched 'Fun Town' and at the end of it all I could think was what a pussy Elliot was. I mean I know if anyone touched a hair on my daughters head (she's 12) there would not be enough parts to identify. It certainly would be more than his testicles that hit the dirt!

And I still HATE Tara! She's a pathetic weak waste of space who was never strong enough to be an Old Lady. Grr. Rant over…for now.