Meggie "Pixie" Barcroft is the first-ever Daughter of Anarchy. When her small charter in England is taken down by the IRA, twenty-two-year-old Pixie must flee to Charming to escape the IRA's radar and make a new life for herself. Follow her journey...
Pixie was using a jump rope in the lot to try and ease her energy, she'd just got back from getting baby gifts with Juice and Chibs. Pixie had purchased a baby hamper with blankets, bibs, clothing, bubble bath and a cuddly lamb. Chibs settled on a Harley Davidson baby hamper he found knowing it would make Jax laugh, though it was practical too, with a blanket, baby clothes, hat, bib and a cool storage box. Juice being the techy guy that he was settled for a night light display which had a built in baby monitor and played lullabies.
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Chibs had gone off to wrap the gifts, and Juice had gone back to his intel tasks, so Pixie was doing her best to keep herself from worrying. Just as she stopped skipping to take a drink of water from her water bottle, Opie's truck drove in at speed, tailed by the Sons' black van. Pixie almost tripped over her rope as she caught the bullet holes in the van and the layer of dust and grit on the lower sides, showing it had been speeding off road at one point. Pixie swore as she watched the van drive into the garage and the truck park up. Tig and Opie jumped down from the cab as Pixie ran to them, eyes wide and fearful, scanning for injuries.
"We're okay, we're okay." Tig grabbed her as she reached them. "Nobody got hit."
"What happened?" Pixie asked, giving him a hug.
"Ambush, we're alright." Opie spoke up as she fussed over him too. "Jax and Clay are fine as well."
"Thank god." Pixie breathed, she shook her head as her temper flared. "I'm gonna kill him! I fucking knew it, Clay should've called for backup!" Pixie seethed. Tig and Opie grabbed her upper arms before she could take off after the van.
"No, the last thing we want is another repeat of Clay throttling you." Opie warned her as she tried to free herself from their grips as they forcibly marched her towards the clubhouse.
"Ope's right, angel, we need you safe." Tig urged. "You can't go after Clay. We won't let you."
Pixie furiously kicked a stone across the lot. "Fine."
"Why don't you go get beers for everyone whilst Jax and Clay come down from the garage?" Tig asked to distract her. "We all need to chill out."
Pixie nodded and breathed in and out for a second to calm herself. "Sure, I also picked you up baby gifts to give Abel."
Tig smiled with relief. "Thank god I got you, baby, what did you get?"
"I got him a hamper, but I got you to give him a Winnie the Pooh themed play mat and Tigger toy, couldn't resist seeing as you're Tigger."
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