The Life of a Biker's Daughter

Unboxing Secrets

The clubhouse is quiet tonight.  Most of the members are off doing their own thing.  It's a rare occurrence, the silence here.  Last time I heard it this quiet is when I first came back from Vegas.  There's almost an eerie feeling attached to it, and it's not peaceful to me.

Sitting sideways on the seat of Jax's bike, I stare up at the stars, mentally drawing a line from one to the other as I wait for Jax to finish up inside.  Stars used to amaze me as a child.  To me, it seemed impossible that the phosphorescent objects could be light years away.  I couldn't wrap my head around how the brightness they emitted could shine down for my eyes to see if they were truly that far.

A lot of childhood memories have been popping into my mind as the due date of a particular Teller boy draws closer.  This kid will have more love and support than he could ever imagine.  I know I did.  Growing up as a member of the SAMCRO family, there were people to help me out with any problem I came across.

When I failed a math test in middle school, Bobby sat with me, helping me solve problem after problem until my brain finally comprehended algebra.  He was more excited than me when I got an A on my next exam.  Chibs voice of reason calmed me down anytime I got angry. Apparently, I tend to be irrational when angry.  Though, I still think smashing my cheating ex-boyfriend's car was a fabulous idea, and he deserved much worse.

Happy's visits to the clubhouse brought endless entertainment.  Most of my wildest ideas came from our conversations, and he loved hearing about all the trouble I caused while he was on the road.  

Gemma claimed me as her own daughter from a young age, taking me shopping before the start of every school year, giving me advice on everything under the sun, and loving me unconditionally. 

Last, but certainly not least, I had JJ, Jax, and Opie constantly around me.  Opie kept me in school, demanding I do my best.  I graduated with honors because of him.  JJ watched over me like a hawk, not allowing anyone to hurt me or let me caused too many problems.  And Jax, he played along with all my schemes, put a smile on my face every day, and eventually made me fall in love with him. 

"You ready to go darlin'?" Jax's voice returns me from the past.  Here comes my smile, the one only he can paint across my face.  Speak of the devil, and the Prince of Charming shall appear.

"I have been ready, pretty boy.  It's you who took too long closing up," I say teasingly, swinging my leg over the other side of the motorcycle. Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he chuckles as he blows out the smoke away from me.

With Jax taking permanent residence on my couch, I tinkered with the schedule, so we arrive and leave work at the same time.  Why wastes gas when I can have this sexy motorcyclist carting me around?  If I ever need to run an errand, I steal Gemma's Cadilac, Jax's truck, or I make Half-Sac go for me.

"Once I pick up your favorite take out and some beers, you won't even remember it took longer than usual," Jax says as he hands me my helmet.  He's right, delicious food and good alcohol is the way to make me forgive and forget, well when it comes to the little things.  

A loud exploding noise catches us both off guard.  Jumping slightly, I swirl my head towards the sudden racket.  Holy shit, what I am seeing is almost surreal.

Sliding off the motorcycle, I gawk at a giant cloud of orange flames and black ash rising in the air.  The only time I have seen an explosion like this is in action movies.  It's kind of awesome to be able to experience a real blowout in person, but a part of me acknowledges this means trouble.  And it's taking away from my awe.

You see, nothing occurs in Charming without the Sons knowing about it, that's a standard the club lives by.  With the expression of pure shock on Jax's face right now, one can assume the club had no idea this was going to take place tonight, or ever for that matter.