Christina knew today was going to be a shit day. First she slept through her alarm and was going to be late for her first client of the day, then the washer drier decided to blow up and flood the utility room and then last but not least her car wouldn't start meaning she had to take Opie's truck.
Mumbling about things happening in threes she started the truck that she hated with a passion and made her way to her studio. She didn't understand why Opie kept that damn death trap around when she had her car and he had his bike.
When she finally arrived at "Twisted Daydream" she was an hour late and the asshole she had booked in was sullen and complaining about how he had things to do and she couldn't even be assed to arrive on time and that he wasn't going to pay the full amount. She had to listen to this for the whole 2 hours it took to finish his piece. The more time went on the more she could feel her anxiety beginning to rear its ugly head.
As soon as the man who she was forever going to call a douche canoe after he short changed her by $100 left she went to make a tea and hunt through her bag for her emergency medication, feeling her panic rise more when she couldn't find them.
Come on Chris you got this, she said to herself and worked on the breathing exercises she was taught when she was first diagnosed. After several minutes of deep breathing she felt that maybe she was ready to continue her day.
She plastered a ridiculously fake smile on her face as she heard the bell chime above the door signalling her next client. She was still smarting about the asshole, she always left a bit of space between for incidents just like that morning but no they want what they want fuck the feelings of anyone else. Knowing she was heading for an attack she immediately took a sip of her tea and did a quick repetition of the breathing and was soon comfortable enough to continue with the work she loved.
When she heard the motorcycles drive past she felt another spike of anxiety, she had no clue what Opie was up to today but she didn't often hear them round her studio unless something was wrong.
Ignoring the sound Chris focused on a better one, the buzzing of the tattoo gun as she felt the familiar comfort take over. She finished up the piece on the lady and was pleased with how it turned out, she preferred doing artistic pieces and when she asked for a watercolour wolf Chris was more than happy to oblige.
Once she was finished Chris cleaned her workstation, disposed of the used needles and finally placed the cash in her purse before locking up. She grimaced as she climbed back into the beast of a truck and started it up for the journey to TM where she said she would meet Opie.
Only 2 minutes into the journey Chris heard the roar of bikes and through the rearview spotted her escort. The whole damn club was behind her. She heard 2 bike rev their engines and sighed as Jax and Opie pulled in front of the truck effectively boxing her in and ensuring a safe escort.
Seeing as Opie hadn't called she knew this was bad and by the time she pulled into TM she had tears rolling down her face as she struggled to breathe. Opie was at the door of the truck in flash having seen her begin her meltdown. He grabbed her bag and hunted for her medication cursing when he was unable to find them. Knowing he would have to do this the old fashioned way he pulled her into his arms and ignored all his brothers as he made his way to the dorm they shared when they were here.
Opie gently placed her on the bed before settling behind her, pulling her back into his chest and pulling the hair tie from her hair so he could run his calloused hands through her masses of blond hair. He continued this for a few minutes and he felt her beginning to relax. Knowing now was the time to change his tactics he asked her to breathe with him as he continued caressing her hair. "Come on Chris, deep breath in, and out, good girl you got this baby." he carried on with this for what seemed like hours when was really only a few minutes. The longer he did it with her the more she began to relax and the more he praised her for dealing with it.
Once she felt calm enough she turned so she was facing him and gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you Giant." she told him. "Anything for you Tiny" he responded.
Knowing she needed to fully relax he got up and moved to the bathroom where he ran her a soothing bubble bath and lit the candles all around, refusing to turn the light on so she had the soft glow of candlelight.
Once the bath was ready he helped her out of her clothes and picked her up to carry her to her little slice of heaven. Once she was settled in the bath he placed a kiss to her forehead before he lit a joint and handed it her promising he wasn't going to be far.
Chris laid in the bath smoking the much needed joint when she realised something. Today was the first day in a long time she hadn't needed her medication to help her, Opie was all she really needed.
