This is about the daughter of the Sons of Anarchy. How does she handle "the life"? She deals with her own life, meanwhile her mother pushes her to hold the title she currently holds. Read to find out about the one and only Rosalie Morrow.
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- "So, Rosalie.." Gemma started as Rose, Gemma, and Clay sat at the dinner table. "Who'd you go home with the other night?"
"Brea had to go home, so I called up a friend." Rose shrugged, playing with her food before looking up at Gemma.
"Hm." Gemma glared as she ate her food.
"Why?" Rose scoffed.
"You told me you were going home with Brea, that's all." Gemma shrugged, Rose stood there, acting confused. Gemma rolled her eyes before replying, "Jax told me Brea didn't know who you went home with. Apparently she was worried."
"Why would she be worried?" Rose frowned in confusion.
"I don't know. Maybe you should ask her." Gemma hissed before taking a sip of her drink. Clay sat there, sighing and rolling his eyes at the tension.
"Since when did I sign up to live with two females?" Clay mumbled before grabbing his dishes and tossing them in the sink.
"When you got Mom pregnant." Rose mumbled before taking a sip of her drink, shrugging.
"Rosalie Morrow!" Gemma hit her arm while Clay was cackling.
"What? It's true.." Rose shrugged some more.
"I can't with you two. You comin' with me to St. Thomas?" Gemma pointed at Rose as she stood up to dump her plate.
"Sure. Auntie Rosie would love to see Abel." Clay chuckled, as Rose rolled her eyes and Gemma laughed.
"I heard Tig got the prospect to call you Rosie." Gemma smirked.
"I was pissed at first, then Tig was laughing at the other side of the garage." Rose eyed the wall thinking about yesterday. "I still need to get him back."
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Rose played with her purse as she watched Abel through the window, laying next to the elephant she won.
"You can see him, if you want." Tara said, making Rose jump.
"Yeah, yeah, that'd be nice." Rose said as she looked Tara up and down.
Tara guided Rose into the room Abel was in, and helped her hold him.
"I got it," Rose glared at Tara as looked at Abel. Rose grinned to herself as she thought about how he would be raised around the club. Jax survived it. Rose has as well, he would be okay. Tara looked at her as if she wanted to say something, but seems like she was holding back. Rose looked up at her, frowning.
"I know I'm not your favorite person, I get it." Tara said, sighing as she threw her hands up in defense. Rose just looked her up and down, not understanding where Tara was going with this. "I'm not Gemma's favorite person either, I sorta get that—"
