Clubhouse Love Stories: Chibs & Claire, Tig & Tilly

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

   Claire stepped out of the clubhouse after church and called her Uncle. "Hello?" A voice said from over the phone. "Hi Uncle Kellan." Claire said with a smile. "Hey lass. How are you?" He asked gently. It had been ages since we had seen each other. "I'm alright. I am actually looking into something." Claire said as she paced around the pool table in the center of the room. "Oh?" He said softly, it sounded as if she were shocked. "Uncle Kellan, there is a friend of mine who has a little boy. About six months. He was taken from his home this morning. The nanny said her world went black just before he was taken." She said, her heart filled with sadness and heartache.

   Jax stood far enough away that she didn't notice him but close enough that he could hear the words: Uncle Kellan. Jax raised an eyebrow. It made him wonder if she was referring to Father Kellan Ashby of the Belfast Catholic Church. He had ties to the IRA. "So you'll look then, Uncle Kellan?" She asked, her desire to help Jax there in her voice. "Aye, I will. I'll call you back as soon as I have something for you." He said gently. "Thank you, Uncle Kellan." Claire said before she hung up. She jumped a little as she almost ran into Jax. 

   "Jax, you scared me." Claire said as she slid her phone into her back pocket. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." His voice would hold a hint of sadness. "My Uncle is going to make some calls around Belfast and see if there were any new adoptions and the like." She said softly. "Your Uncle, is his name Kellen Ashby? At the Belfast Catholic Church?" Jax asked as he put a cigarette between his lips. "Yes. Yes, he is." My father's brother." Claire said, her eyebrow raising slightly. "I got a package from Maureen Ashby. She said she had some letters from my dad. Hes her brother right?" He asked as he lit the cigarette. Claire nodded, unsure where he was going with this. 

   Jax took a drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke out. "Apparently Maureen had two girls. Their father is my father. I never knew. Mom did. She never said anything. It was until I got the letters that I found out." Jax replied as he put the cigarette between his lips again. "I am sorry that you didn't know about that until now. I didn't realize you were related to them either. Trinity and Sawyer are both very kind." Claire said with a slight frown. To not know about her family seemed to really saddened her. 

   As she was lost in thought about Jax and his family situation her phone had begun to ring. "Hello?" She said answering her phone. "Hello, Claire." Her uncle said. "Uncle Kellan, that was fast." She said a tad shocked. "I have heard about a small boy. He was picked up by Jimmy O. Someone handed him off to Jimmy from the States. He has put the poor in a Catholic family placement center." Kellen said quickly, his voice held a twinge of sadness. "Which one? Can we call them and get them to keep him till we can get someone out there?" She asked, her hopes were high even though she felt a twinge in her heart. 

   "I am not sure, luvy. I will try to call Jimmy and see if we can figure out where Abel is. Can you send me a picture of the boy? I'll be sure we have found the right child." Kellen said bluntly. He didn't have much hope for finding the boy at all. "Thank you, Uncle Kellen. I will have his father grab a picture for me so I can send you a picture through my phone." Claire said looking at Jax as she said it. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and pulled a picture for her.

   Claire smiled as she held the picture of the boy in her hands. "I have the picture, Uncle Kellen. I'll send it to you here in a moment. He's about six months old." Claire said as she looked out the window. There seemed to be a car pulling into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow and the clubhouse. Claire looked back to Jax and then back to the window. Jax turned on his feet and grabbed Chibs from church. "I've got to go, Uncle Kellen." She said and hung up before anything else could be said. 

   A tall thin black woman walked in through the front doors of the club. Her shoulder length black hair in tight curls. Chibs walked out of church to see the woman approaching. "What do ye want?" He asked, his voice harsh, angry and yet there was some twinge of tenderness. "That's a great way to greet yer wife, luvy." She responded as she stopped in front of him. Her accent as thick as his. "Is Kerrianne alright?' he asked looking at her. She wore tight black jeans, a grey shirt and a black jean jacket. Her brown purse hung on her shoulder.