Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

New Day

(Following chapters are loosely based off of "The Pull" Episode.)

Tig woke up to the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains in the bedroom. He was laying on his side with his arms and legs wrapped around Pixie, who was still very much asleep, tucked up against him. She was on her side and had her bare back to him and he could just see her tally mark tattoos peeking out from under the duvet. Tig smiled to himself as he watched Pixie's peaceful breathing, she was so sweet like this and it made him extremely happy to wake up and have Pixie in his bed, it almost didn't feel real. He thought back over the night, how fun it had been to spend the evening with her, though the fact that Pixie had fallen on the stairs worried him. He thought over how many steps he actually had in this house. There was one at the front door, one at the backdoor, the door to the garage from the den also had a step and then the main staircase was a hazard too. There was also the worry of Pixie slipping in the showers. What if she was home alone, and decided to have a wash, then slipped over and hurt herself? Tig hugged Pixie to him protectively and decided something had to be done. He reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand and texted Opie, then Chibs and lastly Juice, voicing his concern and hoping they'd want to help, which they did, all three of them texting back within a minute. Once Tig's plan was in place, he set his phone down, accidentally jostling Pixie in the process, waking her up. She rolled over, her sleepy hazel eyes opening properly, as soon as she saw who she was with, her face lit up like a kid seeing Disneyland for the first time and she snuggled closer to him, kissing Tig's jaw.

"Mornin' baby, you seem happy to see me." Tig cooed, kissing her back.

"Mmhm, I like waking up next to you, I love you." Pixie said sleepily with a little yawn.

"Me too, I love you too, angel." Tig chuckled. "You want tea?"

Pixie's head jerked up to look at him. "You have tea?"
"Yeah, I'd say I bought it specially, but it was more like Chibs threw the box at my head and told me to keep it for when you came over." Tig chuckled.

Pixie giggled. "He's a good dad, you should try some tea."
"I'm sticking to coffee, but I will make you a cup of tea seeing as Chibs also put the instructions on a sticky note on the box." Tig grinned, kissing Pixie's cheek and sitting up with a grunt and a stretch, gently patting Pixie's backside.

"You sound stiff." Pixie rolled over and sat up, wrigging to kneel behind Tig and gently massaged his shoulders.

Tig hummed in pleasure and tipped his head back. "Years of old injuries." Tig explained. "That's amazing, baby." He crooned, feeling the stiffness and the slight ache in his shoulders leaving his body.

"My brave man." Pixie kissed his shoulder. "I'm glad this helps, I don't want you hurting."

"Speaking of, how are you feeling, angel?" Tig looked over his shoulder at Pixie.

"Really good, actually. My lip stings a little, and my right hand is stiff but usable. My bruises aren't as bad either, you did a real good job taking care of me, you're the best, Tiggy." Pixie answered, catching his lips in a kiss. "I wanna take care of you today."

Tig smiled, his heart warming at the prospect that someone wanted to look after him. "Nah, you're the best, baby girl." Tig reached behind him and pulled Pixie around to his front and laying her down on her back on his lap so he could cradle her. "Today's gonna be busy, we still have  thirty k to raise for the Irish and I think things are gonna be tense with Clay and Jax again." Tig explained.

"The Irish?" Pixie asked him and Tig's heart stuttered.

"Yeah, McKeevy." Tig covered.

"You're not telling me the full truth." Pixie said quietly, studying his face. "Tiggy, tell me. Please don't try and lie to me again." she reached up to stroke his cheek. "I'm not mad, but I need to know."