Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Eureka Run

Pixie smiled as Tig rubbed her back dry with the towel as she dried her hair enough to get it to stop dripping. He had his towel around his waist and was humming idly to the 'Guns 'N' Roses' songs playing on the CD player in the bedroom and the sound made Pixie feel warm and cosy. Tig only hummed along when he was in a really good mood, so it was always a special moment when Pixie got to hear it. She looked at him over her shoulder as she put the towel down on the washbasin edge to start untangling her hair.

"What's got you all happy, hm?" Pixie asked softly, Tig responded by smiling down at her and nuzzling his nose against Pixie's.

"You, us." Tig replied, giving her a loving little peck before he finished drying Pixie off and hung up the towel.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I got my shit together enough to do somethin' right with you, and I dunno, it's just hitting me that this," Tig gestured vaguely to Pixie and himself, "is forever, and I can't wait to take the next steps, get the crows done, get this house finished, maybe get a dog."

Pixie giggled, her heart blooming over Tig's words. "I'm on board with all of that, I want that too."

"Good." Tig grinned and kissed her cheek, then turned to check his stubble in the mirror. "Need a shave?"

"Nah, I like your scruff, makes you look roguish." Pixie replied adoringly. "What dog would we get?"

"Whatever we click with at the shelter, I don't wanna go to a breeder when there's plenty of dogs needing homes already." Tig explained. "So, when everything stops being fucked with the club, we'll go lookin'."

"I'd really like that." Pixie said with a little excited jump and a giggle. "You'll be a good dog dad." Pixie teased, Tig chuckled and shook his head as Pixie hopped out the bathroom. Tig couldn't resist following her and scooping her up bridal style, taking Pixie over to the bed, flopping down on it with Pixie cuddled in his arms. The pair of them laughed with each other as they rolled around, Pixie trying half-heartedly to get free, but mainly just enjoying being close to Tig. "Tiggy! We need to get dressed!" Pixie squealed, laughing.

"Nah, I like you just like this." Tig teased, chuckling as Pixie batted his hands. The sudden shrill tone of Pixie's mobile cut through the happy morning air. Tig put his head back. "Ugh, don't answer it."

Pixie giggled at Tig's disgruntled face, extracting herself from his grip and grabbing her phone from the nightstand. "I have to, it could be Jax."

"It's always Jax." Tig grunted, flopping backwards on the bed.

"It is Jax." Pixie laughed, checking the ID.

"Told you." Tig sighed.

"Jackie boy! How you doin' bud?" Pixie greeted.

"I'm both good and bad." Jax replied.

"How'd that happen?" Pixie said confused as she sat down on the bed again. Tig rolled until he could lay his head in Pixie's lap and look up at her.

"Well, me and Ly had a talk and she's movin' in."

"Congrats, bro!" Pixie cheered. "So, when are we callin' her Mrs Teller?"

"Ha, I dunno, I don't want the relationship to move too fast." Jax confessed.

"Mate, our whole lives are all about livin' fast, but at the same time you and Lyla need to go at your own pace, do what's best for you and the kids."

"Yeah, Axel's stoked about moving into my house." Jax chuckled.

"Aw, bless him, he's so sweet." Pixie cooed. "So, if that's the good thing, then I'm kinda afraid to ask what the bad is." Pixie asked cautiously.