Sons Of Anarchy One-Shots (Tig Trager)

Purto Rican Bake-Off (Part Two)

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A Week Later

Tracy sighed as she once again glanced up to see Gemma staring at her with a slight frown on her face. "Problem, Gem?"

Gemma shook her head. "No, no problem, sweetheart. I'm just a little surprised is all." When Tracy continued to stare at her with a raised brow, she sighed and sat back in her chair. "You and Juice. I did not see that coming."

Tracy shrugged, looking back down at the paperwork in front of her. "Yeah, it just happened, I guess. No big thing."

Gemma snorted, making Tracy look back up at her. "I can think of at least one person who thinks it's a big deal."

Tracy sighed and shook her head. "I've been here how long now? Two years?" When Gemma nodded, Tracy pointed over her shoulder toward the garage. "Right. In two years, Trager has never shown one little bit of interest in me, and now suddenly when I'm with someone else, he thinks he has the right to get his nose bent out of shape?" She shook her head. "No, he doesn't."

Gemma sighed. "Sometimes, it takes a man seeing the woman he wants with someone else for it to become clear to him, sweetheart. I'm just saying, maybe give this some real thought. Maybe Juice isn't the Son you're meant to be with."

Tracy stood up and grinned at Gemma. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm not meant to be with a Son at all? That maybe, just maybe, Juice and I are just having some fun together and that it isn't as big of a deal as everyone is making it out to be?" She pointed to the lot outside of the office. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lunch date with Juice."

She walked out onto the lot, finding Juice sitting at one of the picnic tables with a take-out bag in front of him. She grinned when she reached him, leaning over to kiss him on the head before sitting down opposite him. As he handed her a sandwich from his favorite sub shop, she leaned across the table to speak quietly.

"How well do you think Clay can keep a secret?"

Juice snorted. "As well as his old lady. Why? You think we need to let him in on the surprise?"

Tracy chewed on her lip for a moment in thought before nodding. "Yeah. If we want this to be a blowout, we're going to need the other charters to come."

Juice nodded in agreement before shrugging. "Well, if you're going to talk to him, now would be a good time. Tig's gone on a run with Bobby."

Tracy grabbed her sandwich and winked at Juice, causing him to laugh as she headed into the clubhouse in search of Clay. She found him sitting at the bar with Happy and Chibs. She cleared her throat causing the three to turn in her direction. Clay and Chibs smiled in greeting while Happy glared at her, making her do a mental eye roll. Ever since she and Juice started "dating", Happy had hardly spoken to her. She could only assume it was because he was best friends with Tig. Clay brought her back to the present by speaking her name.

"What can we do for you, Tracy?"

She grinned and pointed toward his office in the corner of the clubhouse. "Could I speak to you privately?"

He nodded and got up to lead the way, leaving Chibs and Happy looking at each other. When he closed the door, he turned to her with a brow raised. "What's up, young lady? Trouble in paradise already?"

Tracy did roll her eyes then before chuckling. "No, not really, but that is what I want to talk to you about. Sort of." When he was sat across the desk from her, she continued. "Juice and I aren't really dating. It's a cover for something else."

Clay sat forward, resting his forearms on the desk with a grin on his face. "Now, you have my attention, especially if I'm finding out something before my wife does."

Tracy chuckled as she nodded. "Well, this is about your wife." When Clay frowned, she continued. "Juice didn't think it was fair that nobody had planned a birthday party for Gem, so he and I have been working on a surprise one."

Clay closed his eyes and shook his head. "Shit! It never even occurred to me."

Tracy nodded. "Yeah, I know, me either, but it occurred to Juice. What I need from you is for you to invite the other charters. I think it would be a nice gesture if they came to honor the king's queen, don't you?"

Clay chuckled as he nodded. "I do indeed. I'll get on it this afternoon." He looked at her with a sneaky grin. "So you and Juice... "

Tracy nodded. "Are just friends."

Clay snickered as he stood up to walk out with her. "Well, I know at least one person that will be happy to hear that."

Tracy snorted, shaking her head as Clay laughed harder. Before she could get to the door to go back to work, she felt someone grab her arm. She looked to see Happy standing behind her. He pointed to the kitchen and walked that way, silently informing her that she was to follow him. She sighed as they reached the room and he stood staring at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you want something? I need to get back to work."

He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't like getting into your personal shit, but... you got Tig twisted up, little girl. You need to figure your shit out."

Tracy copied his stance, making him arch a brow, the only show of surprise from the enforcer. "My shit is just fine, Hap, but thanks for your concern. I can't help how Tig is, that would be his shit to figure out, not mine. Now, if you don't mind, I have actual work to do."

Happy shook his head and muttered something under his breath as Tracy strode out of the kitchen and across the clubhouse. She was glad that Gemma's birthday was getting close because all the testosterone flying around was about to choke her.