Forever my girl

Family days

It had been a few days since Alison got back from the hospital. Tig would find any excuse or reason to see her. Everything she said to him had stuck, it was playing over again in his head and he didn't think he deserved her forgiveness. She was the light of his life aside from his other two girls. 

But he wasn't the father he was supposed to be to his girls and Alison had always been the one he wanted to treat right. 

One daughter was a junkie liar who would come around once in a blue moon asking for money and he always caved. 

The other, well he didn't know. He didn't talk to her or at least she didn't speak to him. 

His heart broke for his girls and he wished he could fix everything between them but knew he couldn't.

Alison was the unexpected one, he was sure she was his because he had slept with her mother. But if it was true then he was the reason her parents wanted nothing to do with her or brother and that hurt more. But Alison never hated Tig, she never asked anything from him and would refuse his money. 

She just wanted parents, Gemma falling under the mother role and Tig being the father. They were the only ones that cared. 

Today Tig was talking about the wedding with Alison. They were at Jax's, Tig was on the floor holding Abel while Berkley colored next to them. Alison sat across from him on the floor and they just talked. 

"You sure he's the one?" Tig asked, holding a stuffed animal next to Abel so he could play with it. 

"Yeah. I mean I didn't ever think I'd be here but I think he's the one." Alison smiled as she fiddled with another one of Abel's toys. 

"He may be a jackass but he's my jackass," Tig smiled. 

"You said it, not me,"

The pair shared a laugh and Berkely crawled over and handed Tig a picture she drew.

"What's this?" Tig asked, laying Able down for some tummy time.

"It's us! Clay is Jax's daddy and you're Al's daddy. Sorry, I kept calling you uncle," Berkley gave him a hug and Tig wanted to cry. 

He knew things for Berkely were hard, she was adjusting from losing her parents, and with every passing day, he knew she was slowly forgetting her first family.  Some days it was "Mommy and Daddy" and others it was "Al and Jax". 

But now he was Grandpa.

"This is beautiful, thank you, honey." Tig kissed the top of her head and let her crawl into his lap. 

He held it out in front of them trying not to cry. Alison smiled, today was one of her good days. 

"Are you excited about Al and Jax getting married?" Tig asked, trying not to cry. 

"Yes! Grandma said soon we would go shopping for dresses when momma Al felt better." Berkely left Tig's lap and grabbed the other pictures she drew. 

"I made her dress!" Berkely stood between the two adults and proudly showed off the wedding dress she drew. 

"I know it needs to be white but the crayon wasn't showing up on the paper. So we can pretend." 

"Baby that's beautiful! When did you get so smart?" Alison held her tight and gave her kisses all over her cheek. 

The house was full of laughter, the less serious conversation was over and now it was playtime. 

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After playtime, Tig left and was replaced by Jax. He was surprised that the house was so calm and quiet. 

Both kids were down for a nap and if you listened closely you could hear Berkely snoring. 

Jax left his vest and keys on the kitchen table and looked for his beautiful fiance.

She was asleep on the couch, the front room full of toys and coloring pages. The TV was on and some weird ghost-hunting show she liked was on.

He started to clean, happy that this was what his house was like when he came home. He found the wedding dress Berkely had drawn and similar wedding ones. He smiled so hard as she made them into nice and neat piles. He was going to get a binder to put all her drawings in so they could always keep them and show them off when she was older. 

Jax would stop every once in a while to watch the show Alison left on. It was good and he had to admit it was funny. Soon he gave up on cleaning up and just watched the reruns as his beautiful girl slept. 

She rested her head on her hands and from where Jax was sitting you could see the ring perfectly. 

His house had finally become a home. 

Not only to himself but to Alison and the two kids they are raising.

He was finally able to relax. Things with the club were getting harder to deal with.

The way things were headed his family wouldn't be safe and he was trying with every fiber of his soul to make sure they were safe. He needed to get the club out of guns but Clay wouldn't let up. 

Cara Cara was making them good money and if that's all Clay cared about then there shouldn't be a reason they were risking their lives with guns. Jax couldn't even count the amount of gang wars and race wars that were started over the guns Clay had to deal with. 

And after reading what his father wanted for this club, all of this made him hate Clay even more. 

He was going to save his family and the club even if he had to die doing it. 

But tonight he was going to be a father and a soon-to-be husband. 

Tomorrow he can be the VP of the motorcycle gang, a murderer. 

AN/ so sorry if this sucks I have had HUGE writers block and all I want to do is jump to the really good stuff (that I have had planned since before I started writing this) LMAO dont hate me pls