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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- "Hey," Rose mumbled nervously, as she went to sit with Gemma.
"I'm missing some of the papers to John's memoir." Gemma eyed Rose. "You know anything about it?"
"Which part are you missing? Where he mentions I'm his daughter? Or, oh wait, the part where he mentions I'm his daughter." Rose hissed. She was beyond angry that Gemma would be the one that was annoyed with her, when apparently John might be her father.
"Are you kidding me? He is not your father. I would know who it was." Gemma hissed. "John and I were over. I was only with Clay."
"Then why would he—"
"I don't know. You are not a Teller. You are a Morrow." Gemma hissed.
"That doesn't make any sense—"
"Welcome to my world. Before he died, he didn't make any sense either!" Gemma hissed more, causing Rose to stand up, shoving her hand into her purse angrily.
"Here! Why do you need it anyways?—" Gemma ripped it from Rose's hands, before walking out of the room.
"I want a paternity test!" Rose yelled, causing Gemma to turn around.
"How could you say that!" Gemma growled walking back to her. "Clay has been your father, and will always be your father. Why are you so eager to prove all of that wrong?"
"Why are you so eager to not do the paternity test?!" Rose yelled back.
"How are we suppose to ask him to do that? It would kill him inside. And when the test comes back positive? You'll be the one feeling like shit." Gemma growled. "I don't have to prove anything to you, nor does your father." Gemma spit, before storming into their bedroom.
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Rose watched as she tossed her cap in the air, and the music blared outside. Rose winced as she laughed, watching the confetti shoot from the stage. She looked for Brea through the crowd, but she came with Luann and Gemma. Both had their phones and cameras out.
"Get together ladies!" Luann cooed as Gemma smiled sadly. Brea and Rose both smiled and posed as Luann took some pictures, along with Gemma.
"C'mere Rosalie," Gemma pouted sadly, but chuckled as Rose hugged her tightly. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
"Thanks, Mom." Rose smiled, as Gemma kissed her cheek. Luann snapped a picture of the two, and Rose released Gemma to hug Luann while Brea went to hug Gemma. She was the closest to a mom Brea has ever had.
Luann then took a picture of Gemma and the two girls, before they headed to lunch.
"So? You have a couple more months to think about it, but what are you two planning to do?" Luann asked as they all sat down at the table. Gemma and Luann sat together, sitting across from Brea and Rose.
