Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Seeds Episode: Chapter 1

Pixie awoke feeling refreshed after the first night of almost uninterrupted sleep in almost a week. She dressed in a grey reaper t-shirt that was at least three sizes too big for her, Juice's jeans, a thick black belt and her purple Doc Martens. She then plaited her hair into two long braids, grabbed some cereal from the shelf in her room, and then went looking for milk. As she walked into the main area of the clubhouse, passing the beautiful blue Harley, she caught sight of Jax in a light blue work shirt with the sleeves torn off, nursing a cup of coffee before his morning shift at the garage.

"Yo, you sleep well?" He greeted her with a welcoming smile.

"Yeah, bed's comfy, any milk left?" Pixie asked, Jax pointed to the mini fridge under the bar, so Pixie helped herself. "Thanks, any of the other guys up yet? I'll make the coffees." She queried, putting herself back into her prospect mindset.

"Saw Tig stumbling around a few minutes ago, he likes coffee, Chibs will be arriving any minute, he's a tea drinker." Jax informed her helpfully, Pixie felt more like a friend than a prospect to Jax.

"Ah yes, a fellow tea comrade. I'll get the kettle going then." Pixie grinned, causing Jax to chuckle a little. The pair went into a comfortable silence as Jax thought things through and decided to take a leap with Pixie.

"Saw my kid last night." Jax admitted with a small smile.

Pixie looked up from where she was gathering the mugs. "Yeah? He okay?" She asked casually, knowing this was a big thing for Jax to be opening up, so kept things casual so he didn't feel pressurised.

"Surgery went well. He'll be in the ICU for months though, he's gotta get big and strong before he can come out of that baby box, they've got him in." Jax relayed the information, sounding a lot more hopeful than he did yesterday, which pleased Pixie.

"You mean the incubator?" Pixie giggled. "That's good, you'll be able to hold him soon then." She acknowledged, seeing If Jax had thought that far ahead.

"Yeah, that's the shit. And I know, it'll be good to get him home, Gemma's excited." Jax answered, a smile growing a little more.

"Gemma?" Pixie asked as she found the tea bags and got the coffee pot going, she didn't recall the name being any of the people she'd met or heard about so far.

"My mom, she's the powerhouse behind all this, when she's next over here, I'll introduce you." Jax informed her, there seemed to be a close bond between Jax and Gemma from the expression on Jax's face, but Pixie caught slight tension in his eyes, showing it wasn't always such a harmonious relationship.

"Oh, of course, I'd love that." Pixie smiled, pouring in the hot water into the mugs and adding milk. "Anyone take sugar?" She asked as she finished up the drinks.

"Men don't take sugar in their coffee." Jax smirked playfully.

"Get out of here with that macho shit." Pixie bantered back, pointing at Jax with a teaspoon. "The best fighter I ever knew took two spoonsful of sugar in his coffee every time." She told Jax with a grin.

"Really? Who was he?" Jax quizzed, interested to learn more about Pixie.

"Viktor Romanchek, a Highton Son. He was this huge Russian man that doubled as a bouncer when we had parties or events, he worked as a mechanic for us too. The only guy my dad ever trusted with his bike. He was the one who taught me how to box." Pixie elaborated. Her love for this man was evident in the way she spoke and the way her eyes looked so sad until she shook it off.

"That's pretty cool. He taught you well and I've got the bruises to prove it." Jax joked, before he and Pixie started teasing each other and getting to know one another better. Eventually, Tig appeared from outside with Chibs in tow and the two men came to the bar, probably just getting done with their morning smoke.