"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
SAMCRO's enemies band together to cut the head off of the snake, but an unfortunate miscalculation leaves multiple unintended targets dead, and one wounded.
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Jax anxiously paced around the small hospital room, ignoring Gemma's inquisitive eyes as his heart seemed to beat faster with each second that passed as he waited to hold his son - and see the woman who was going to let him.
"Here we are..." Tara announced as she stepped into the room, a forced smile on her lips as she cradled the finally healthy baby boy in her arms.
Jax felt his entire face light up as he rushed over, brushing his hands against hers as he braced himself for the weight, the angle putting him close enough to her face that he could smell her cherry-flavored Chapstick. It had always been her favorite flavor, which had made it his favorite flavor, and suddenly his lips felt dry. But he snapped out of it once something more powerful took over, his son looking up into his eyes.
"Hey..." He cooed down at the nearly five-week-old baby that was still only the size of a newborn. "Hey..." A grin spread across his face as tears bit as his crinkled eyes.
Gemma watched the pair very carefully - and she wasn't looking at Jax and his son, walking over to stand next to Tara where she placed her hands on her hips. "I don't know how to break this to you, kid." Jax laughed as he sat himself back in the scratchy blue rocking chair, not noticing as Tara slipped out of the room awkwardly. "But I'm your old man..."
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"You wanna go to bed, baby?" Sydney lifted her head from Tig's shoulder when she heard the soothing whisper of his smoky voice in her ear. She looked around the room through her sleepy haze, seeing that the party had died down significantly in the time since her social battery had drained.
She nodded, running her fingers over his hand which was resting comfortably on her thigh. Once the alcohol had taken over, her emotional clinginess had morphed into a physical one - spending the evening on Tig's lap, or tucked under his arm. Thanks to the negative experiences that they'd both had with hard liquor in the past days, they'd stuck to beer; pacing themselves enough to comfortably feel the effects without becoming completely inebriated.
The pair stumbled down the hallway clumsily, taking turns tripping over each other as they giggled drunkenly. Tig fumbled with the door, finally getting it open where he stepped aside for Sydney to enter first. She crossed the threshold, spinning around with her arms jetting out at her sides before falling back onto the bed with a smile as the cool blanket puffed up around her warm body, sending a radiant glow emanating from her pinkened cheeks. The night had gone much better than expected; she hadn't been questioned by any of the guys, things didn't seem to be hostile or awkward with Jax, and she was steadily returning to her 'no strings attached' relationship with alcohol.
