Winsome looked around the increasingly crowded bar. Men in leather vests and guns stood outside of a large fence that enclosed the whole lot and on top of the roof. Women she had never seen before scurried around putting away groceries, cleaning up the floor and just generally tidying up. She had never even been to this place before. Her new boss Nero said the club was going into lock down mode, and that Lyla needed some help getting everything together. She liked the people she worked with, so she volunteered.
Winsome didn't realize that 'getting everything together' meant enough furnishings for several days including medical supplies, a huge shopping trip for food, soda, snacks, easy to prepare meals, juices, cigarettes, liquor, condoms, hygiene products, laundry products. Literally everything you would need to sustain a small town for nearly a week.
Signs were posted informing people that 'No smoking' would be allowed on the premises. Winsome found that a bit odd since it was a bar like atmosphere, and it was mostly filled with bikers. Lyla told her that if she wanted to smoke, she could go out under the pavilion.
Nero and a few of the Sons of Anarchy club members she had begun to identify by face, moved in several baby items including a bassinet, a swing, bottle warmer and a pack and play. That also caused her to wonder who they were for.
The hot leader of the club, Jax she had come to learn his name, whom offered her the job, a chance to work 'inside', a safer place and clientele than with Greensleeves, had not been around since she started nearly 2 weeks ago.
Hearing the front door swing open again, she looked up to see who was entering this time. Two little blonde bundles of energy burst through the door way, heading directly towards the billiards table.
"Slow down boys! Abel, make sure Thomas doesn't destroy anything!" A dark haired woman wearing an oversized Sons t-shirt and loose fitting sweatpants, spoke up after them, walking slowly through the door.
"Listen to your momma, boys!" the man she was just thinking about said next. Tucked tightly against his flannel and leather chest, like a little pink round ball, was a beautiful sleeping baby.
Lyla, whom helped manage Diosa, was walking towards the dark haired woman, "Tara! You look great," they hugged momentarily, "Oh my god! She is so stinking cute!"
"And she is out cold," Jax smiled proudly, as if he helped her fall asleep, "I'm going to put princess here in the dorm room, babe," he kissed Tara on the lips quickly.
"Thanks, baby," Tara said, her hand gently laying on his bearded cheek, "I love you," she whispered smiling at him. Her hand then laid gently on the baby's tiny back, then kissed her softly on the back of the head.
Smiling sweetly, he kissed her again before walking through the clubhouse to the back.
"Who's that?" Winsome nudged Crystal, the girl who she hit it off with the most.
"That is the queen bee, but don't say that to her face. She hates that name," Crystal grinned. "That's Jax's old lady. The reason we are in lock down. Heard some psycho is stalking her."
Frowning slightly, Winsome observed, "She doesn't look like one of us…"
Crystal choked on the water she was drinking, "She definitely is not. Works in a hospital or something…." She said as she wiped off her shirt with a paper towel.
"Owww! Son of a motherfucker!" a screech rang through the room.
"Juice! Ya fuckin' moron…" Happy sighed shaking his head, "Hey Doc, this idiot needs triage already. If you're up to it anyway."
"Damn Juice! Haven't we told you if you can't handle a knife, don't touch them?" Tara shook her head, began to heft her emergency bag onto her shoulder and noticeably flinched.
"I'll get the bag, Doc," Happy offered.
Winsome sat back and quietly watched the room around her again. The kids chasing each other around a stripper pool. A dirty chip and peanut shelled covered concrete floor partially hidden with large area rugs. A folding table with a buffet style feast being set up in a corner by an old worn down jukebox that seemed to have 'Sweet Home Alabama' by Lynyrd Skynyrd on repeat.
She looked up in time to see Jax strolling out of the area were the 'dorm rooms' were located. They seemed to be allocated to only club members and their families. Lyla, Opie and their kids had one too. She smiled politely at him, "Hey Jax."
Smiling kindly, he nudged his head up in a 'what's up?' manner, "Hey darlin'," and he kept walking right on past her, as if she didn't matter at all.
"What ya doin babe?" Jax asked as he came out of the back, the baby monitor clipped to his belt. His hand went to her waist and ass automatically, letting it glide along her body. He rested his chin on her shoulder like he had thousand times before.
"I think he was trying to play the old 'five finger fillet' game and lost," Tara chuckled, as she felt his mustache brush against her neck from the kiss he placed there.
"I'm gonna take the boys outside to blow off some steam. You gotta go somewhere, you come find me. You don't leave alone," Jax stressed.
"I know baby," she promised smiling.
Before he turned to go towards the door, he gripped Juice by the top of his kutte effectively making him jump and look at him, "My old lady just got out of the hospital, moron. Get your ass up and let HER sit down," he flattened him with his glare.
"Oh shit… Sorry about that doc," Juice apologized, holding a gauze pad against his bleeding finger.
"I'm fine… Jax is just over reacting," she looked at Jax shaking her head before sitting down.
"I never over react with you, babe," he said honestly, his big blue eyes twinkling.
"Really?" Tara gestured around the clubhouse humorously.
"Nope," he shook his head 'no', "Never."
Tara rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement.
"Awight Jackie Boy!" Chibbs bellowed once he got to them, "All in."
Nodding his head 'okay', Jax stood to his feet, "No one comes in without the approval of me, my old lady, Opie or Bobby! No one leaves without a member! You have comfort or hospitality issues, you talk to Lyla or Nero. If you have a safety issue, you talk to Happy! You have a medical issue, you see my old lady, but it better be a fucking life or death kind of an issue. If you have no idea who any of the above people are, who are you and why the fuck are you in my clubhouse?"
AN: This chapter may not have actually taken the story anywhere but I thought you may need a little J/T lovin'.