Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Abel's Party

"Yer gonna have ye hands full tonight." Chibs commented cheerily as he drove the Land Rover across town to Jax's house.

You have no idea, Pixie thought. "Yeah, Moby, Kenny, Ellie and Abel, and that's just the actual kids." Pixie joked.

Chibs chuckled. "Jackie boy's gonna be in fer a long night, what with Abel home an' Gemma clucking over him."

"I think Gemma's convinced Abel's her baby, and Jax has him on loan." Pixie added. "Though I may have to keep out of slapping range from her tonight."

Chibs raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He asked slowly.

"We had a discussion over the fact Gemma was trying to control Wendy, make her go back to Jax so Abel had a mum in the home, whilst also making Wendy feel worthless. Lets just say that conversation didn't go in Gemma's favour and Piney had to act as bodyguard for me. I'm hoping Gemma will be so mushy over Abel she'll drop her vendetta."

"Ah, Gemma does have Jackie's best interest at heart, she just has a funny way of showin' it." Chibs said carefully. "Though if I were ye, I'd keep ma head down, just in case."

"Yeah, that's the plan." Pixie smiled at him. "I'm kinda looking forward to having almost everyone together for the party, it'd be even better if we weren't three short though."

"Aye." Chibs nodded. "Have ye heard from Halfie an' Cherry?"

"Yeah, we speak once a week to make sure they're okay, but they're keeping as low a profile as they can over there, just in case. We can't have ATF tracking Cherry down before Juice can get IDs. Has anyone been able to get in touch with Bobby?"

"We can only communicate with him through Rosen, he'll be okay though, we'll get him out." Chibs said firmly, patting Pixie's knee as they pulled into the road where Jax's house was situated. Chibs parked against the curb and the two of them jumped out and offloaded the gifts to Juice and Tig who were waiting for them. Pixie was pleasantly surprised to see Happy squatting down on the grass with Moby smiling at him as Moby showed him a ladybird he'd found.

"Who knew our hit man's a hit with the kids?" Tig smirked as he kissed Pixie's cheek.

"I called it, he's a big softie under all that growly exterior." Pixie commented as she waved Happy over to come and get his gift to bring inside, Moby trotted after him on his short skinny legs. Moby was a lot like Lowell, both of them were slender and fine boned, they had the same brown hair and blue eyes, though Moby's had a childlike glimmer to them that Lowell's had lost. Over the last few months, Lowell had been improving tremendously with his therapy and addiction, he hadn't relapsed once, had put on weight to a healthy size and had colour in his face again. The road hadn't been easy and more than once, Pixie had had a panicked phone call from him in the middle of the night because he was struggling or felt himself slipping, and she'd had to either talk him down, or go over and help. She was really proud of him though, and Lowell had since made friends with a few people from the recovery clinic he'd been attending and had more a support system than just Pixie. The other Sons were helping where they could too, talking to him and checking in when he was working with them in the garage. Chibs had been doing this a lot and had even got Lowell on board with tea, both of them having a cup when they were on breaks and they chatted about Moby or cars and sometimes books. Pixie watched as Moby spotted Tig and made a beeline for him. Pixie found it adorable that Moby had decided one day that he liked Tig, and followed him around a lot if Tig was helping Pixie with the kids, she found it even sweeter that Tig didn't mind, and even encouraged it, teaching a few bits about motorcycles and how to tie shoelaces. When Moby had tripped over his laces for the second time one day, Tig had got down on the floor with him, put his legs either side of Moby and had shown him his own bootlaces, untying them and retying and letting Moby have a go until he was finally able to do it himself. Both of them had been really excited when Moby had finally got it and since then they'd gotten more comfortable with each other.