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Redemption
Chibs x ofc
Summary
Jax Teller’s sister and her son move back to Charming and at a more troubled time. When Riley returns however she is faced with the fact that she has to take on her responsibilities as mom better than before when they are apart of The Sons. Allies are made and maybe a little something more with a certain Scot.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen (Just smut really...)
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen (Contains mild smut)
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
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Riley Teller and her son move back to Charming. When Riley returns however, she is faced with the fact that she had to take on her responsibilities as a mom better than before when they are apart of The Sons. Allies are made and maybe a little something more with a certain Scotsman.
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Chapter Twenty Three
“It’s just for one night. Why can’t they just let me stay?” I cross my arms against my chest as Tara awkwardly fiddles with her hands.
“It’s hospital regulations. You can come back tomorrow morning though-”
“To hell with regulations! I’m not leaving my son.” I interrupt her. My chest fluttered and my jaw clenched as Tara looked at me as her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. “Either use your words or close your mouth.”
Tara closes her mouth and rubs her forehead with her right hand.
“I can… try to let you stay, but you’ve got to be quiet. No wandering around. You need anything you text me.” She explains and relief runs through my veins. My shoulders feel less strained and they sag back down from their tensed position.
“Thank you.” I mutter before she ushers me back into the hospital room.
“Close the blind, keep the noise down and I’ll be the nurse to come check up on Tommy.” Tara then leaves and closes the door behind her.
I turn back to Tommy as he slept in the hospital bed. Mom had brought me a bag of stuff from home, a few items being Tommy’s blanket and teddy bear. I had tucked him in with blanket and he cuddled his teddy with his left arm, resting his cast upon a pillow beside him. He wasn’t in any pain and after his last check up by Tara, everything will be fine. The cast will just be a constant reminder of how I didn’t protect my baby.
Fillip.
God I wish I could hear his voice right now. Feel his hand brush my hair while he whispers “tha’ everything will be fine.”
Not lay near enough comatose in a hospital bed with a hole stitched up in his head.
I didn’t know what to do. Still don’t. I had visited the room that Tara wrote down when she handed me the piece of paper earlier today. I walked up to the door, looked through the small window and froze.
There lay his shell.
It wasn’t my Fillip.
He was lifeless, hooked up to a machine that beep, beep, beeped away.
I stood for a while next to him, my knees locked and my calves and feet felt like TV static. I can’t begin to describe the feeling I held in my chest, but I can begin with that I can’t lose him. I never had closure with George, I never got to say goodbye or say one last ‘I love you’. I didn’t want to have that a second time.
But I wasn’t going to say goodbye because he was going to make it. We were going to see each other again. We’d say hello again.
***
I spent the night wide awake watching over Tommy. I concluded that the explosion had to have been Zobelle; which means that Clay is going to retaliate no matter what anyone thought. This was all the fuel Clay needed to have a full on blood bath in Charming – which could mean someone is going to either end up dead or behind bars. Watching Tommy sound asleep made me panic that that someone could be me. Was being a part of the club worth risking my baby?
The next morning the doctor came as Tara had already clocked off, it was easy to lie and say I’d only arrived moments before him. He gave Tommy a once over and deemed him fit enough to return home and rest there.
“Will everyone sign my arm mommy?” Tommy asked as I drove the truck back home. “Elliot had a cast in school and we all drew on it for him. Miss Harrison said it would make his arm better. Will it make my arm better mommy?”
“It will baby,” I assured him and smiled. “You can get all your friends to sign it at school.” With that Tommy seemed to beam the rest of the drive, happy to be able to get his cast signed by everyone.
We spent majority of the afternoon watching movies and playing with Tommy’s dinosaurs. Tommy had wanted me to sign his cast and I did so with purple heart and wrote ‘mommy’s soldier’. He beamed all afternoon about being a brave soldier, ready to fight the bad guys to protect his mommy.
The club hadn’t called or visited which most likely meant they weren’t going to consider me as a prospect in their decisions today. Which I am grateful for because I didn’t want a minute away from my son. Any chance I could grasp onto him and hold him in my arms, feel his little heartbeat in his chest, blow raspberry kisses on his cheeks, all moments that assured me that he was alive and well.
Coming up to dinner I still hadn’t heard anything from the club or even Jax. Silence is never good – with children or with men. Tommy had asked to call Half-sack at the hospital, after he had his surgery Tommy had been missing one of his favourite babysitters – I couldn’t lie and say I don’t miss him too. So whilst I prepared spaghetti and meatballs, Tommy sat on the floor against the fridge with my phone rambling on about his new cast to him.
“Mommy said I can get it signed by everybody!” Tommy falls silent for a moment, then nods his head. “I made a square for you to sign, next to Chibby!”
Filip…
I jolt as the door knocks. I wipe my hands on the kitchen towel before leaving Tommy still chatting away on the floor and go to greet my new guest.
“Got room for one more?” Mom asks as she holds up a bottle of whiskey. She has shadows under her eyes, her hair still styled to perfection but her shoulders hold onto an invisible weight as they slump.
“Meatballs almost done,” I step back and let her in. We walk back to the kitchen after I close the door. Tommy sees mom and almost drops the phone as he runs up to her to cuddle.
“Grandma is here. Okay. Bye Eddie!” Tommy beams up at mom and I take my phone back and put it on the counter.
Dinner is eaten in the living room with mom and I on the couch and Tommy sat on the floor and his plate on the coffee table. Scooby Doo and the gang run around trying to solve another mystery as I eat my meal and sip the whiskey mom brought. Tommy gasps when the monster is revealed to the previous owner of the land. Mom is silent. She greeted Tommy with warmth and a smile and she answered him anytime he spoke to her, but other than that it’s as though she’s lost in her own little world.
I don’t press her on what’s wrong; that’s a first class ticket to being berated about my own problems.
By the time Tommy is settled in bed and hugging his teddy bear, my own fatigue was creeping up on me. I walk into the kitchen just as mom opens a window, her other hand holding a pack of cigarettes and her lighter.
“Spare one?” I ask as I walk over to the counter below the window and sit on it. Mom passes me a cigarette and lights it for me. With my first inhale I realise that this has been the first one I’ve had in two days.
Mom lights up her own and we sit and stand in a comfortable silence.
“I never did get to say goodbye to your father,” Mom begins, exhaling smoke as she looks at me. A haunted shadow in her eyes fluttered by and said goodbye before I could question it.
“Only got to hear the words come from the sheriff where they found parts of his skull.” I shuddered. I took another drag and let it’s burn itch at my chest.
“I don’t remember the last thing I said to George,” I muttered. Mom shifts next to me, turning in to listen as she did when I was younger.
“I just remember we were shouting; I was trying to get him to come with me. To run back here and get help… but he didn’t want to run. I remember seeing blood and putting Tommy in the truck. But I don’t remember if I told him I loved him.” I sniff back the coarse feeling in my throat. My chest burns a deeper hole. The last thing I asked Fillip to do was take Jax’s side.
“The last thing Fillip said to me was my name. He called out to me before the van blew up. He saved my little boy. Now I don’t know if I’ll get to help him.” My head falls, I stare down at my feet. Mom wraps an arm around me and pulls me into her, her chin resting on my head.
So I've finally finished all of my university work and my three years spent on my BA is now complete! I'm just waiting on a couple more results and then it'll all be completed officially.
With all my work done and COVID restrictions lifting, I've been able to go back to work as well as take sometime to see my family again. I'm going to be updating as best I can for my Redemption story, I'm also working on little snippets here and there for other works too.
I will work out an uploading schedule eventually but for now I'm going to post as much as humanly possible. Thank you all for your patience and continued support, it honestly means so much to me!
I just want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the love and support you have given me over time for my stories. I also want to thank you for your patience. I know I've not posted in such a long time but that's because I've been so busy with my uni work. I'm in my final year and I'm currently writing my dissertation (which lemme tell you, has not been easy).
I'm hoping that once my uni work is all complete that I can slowly get back into the swing of things and keep posting - hopefully with structured releases.
But until then I thank you all and hope that you are all well during these times. I know a lot of people are struggling but please take care of yourself and remember to love yourself.
To Tired Writers. To the people out there whose hearts very, very much want to write and work on WIPs, but who are just mentally and physically exhausted right now. It’s okay. It is okay to rest sometimes. Allow yourself time to rest.
I present to you a - probably quite incomplete, I’m sure I’m missing a lot of speech sounds - reference list and a bit of a guideline for the different ways one can describe the sounds your characters make whilst writing smut. I’ll definitely be referring to it, because I sometimes get stuck on exactly how to describe a particular noise. (aka, “he can’t groan again, he just groaned last paragraph”)
Combine a descriptor and a sound for best effect - for example, “needy moan,” “pleased hum,” or “sudden scream.” You can even use two: “low, rough grunt,” “sweet little cry,” “desperate, filthy noise,” as long as you don’t repeat a word that means the same thing, unless you really want to emphasize it. Avoiding repetition is pretty key here. You don’t usually want to say “hushed, quiet gasp” except on rare occasions when it’s very important how soft the sound was.
Use your own common sense, as well; some sounds and descriptors don’t generally work well together. “Deliberate shriek” probably wouldn’t work well, and neither would “languid grunt,” but again, this is all very situational - play around! Have fun.
Feel free to add to my lists, use for your reference or pass them around. It would be fun to see a randomized generator made, too, I’m just too lazy to do it myself. ;)
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Here’s to the fanfic writers who can only write sporadically.
Here’s the writers who can’t output enough to keep up with the most popular writers.
Here’s to the writers writing even though they get no feedback.
Here’s to the writers who somehow manage to scrape together a little inspiration and a lot of hard work to write that story they know nearly no one will read.
Here’s to the creators who keep going even when it’ feels like screaming into an empty void.
You’re inspiration, and I don’t know how you do it.
Riley Teller and her son move back to Charming. When Riley returns however, she is faced with the fact that she had to take on her responsibilities as a mom better than before when they are apart of The Sons. Allies are made and maybe a little something more with a certain Scotsman.
I’m super sorry for the really late update! I’ve been struggling a lot with the direction of this story but I am slowly working it all out. This is a short one too, so I’m really sorry! Please forgive me!
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Chapter Twenty Two
A metallic taste on my tongue. A woman’s shriek rattled through my mind. A child’s body. Flashing blues. Fillip. A pool of blood. Fire.
Tommy. Where’s Tommy?!
Fillip?!
The woman shriek’s again. I feel nauseous. The ground’s moving. Why can’t I move?! Where am I?!
Riley!
Riley.
Riley…
“Riley.” Blinking, my sight slowly returns. It’s dark. I’m cold or is that just the cold sweat dripping down my forehead. My shoulder is numb and my neck pops as I straighten up in the uncomfortable chair.
“Mom?” I croaked. My throat feels dry, how long was I asleep? When did I fall asleep?
“Here baby.” Blinking and regaining my sight, mom was holding a cup of water as she knelt in front of me. The room was still quiet. I turn to see Tommy lay in the hospital bed, right where I left him. Still unconscious with a blue brace on his right arm. Broken arm, but he was still alive. He was saved.
“Where’s Filip?” I ask as I stand up. My knees were wobbly but I wouldn’t let myself fall. Although my ribs had something to say about that as I hunched over and groaned.
“Doc says you gotta take these painkillers, should numb the ribs.” I took the pills reluctantly from her hand and washed them down with the cup of water. Groaning at the horrid paste taste as they touched my tongue.
“Where is he?” I ask again as I stand up. I try to ignore the pain in my ribs, but grip onto Tommy’s hospital bed for support.
“He just got out of theatre. He’ll be okay.” Mom assures me. But that’s not enough to dull the ache in my chest. I need to see him. I need him here. I can’t lose him. I can’t go through it all again. I can’t have him gone. He can’t… I can’t…
“Baby, breathe.”
I gulp in shaky breaths. I can hear my blood pounding in my ears. My hands are shaking. My legs feel numb. Something grabs my arm when my knees bend.
I’m crying. I’m on the floor, mom holding onto me and I’m crying. I can’t breathe. It hurts.
The hole in my chest is spreading. Its consuming me. I’m falling into the void and I can’t breathe. I’m going to lose him. I’m going to lose my boy. I can’t. I won’t.
***
“She isn’t okay.”
“Of course she isn’t, her kid just got blown up.”
“She keeps asking for him. She broke down, had a panic attack. Doctors had to help me get her off the floor.”
“I’ll see what Tara can do. Might make things easier for her.”
“Jax. Listen to Clay on this one.”
***
I groan as I feel someone tapping my face. I stretch my arms out besides me and hear the popping from my joints as I regain consciousness. I’m lay down. When did I get into a bed? I rub my eyes before opening them and being met with the sight of Tommy. He was poking me in the cheek.
“Mommy!” He smiles as I start to sit up. I carefully pull him into my arms, making sure he was comfortable before I hugged him.
“I’m so happy you’re okay, baby.” I mutter into his hair, pressing a kiss to his head before resting my chin on that spot.
“What happened?” Tommy asks as I let him pull away from me.
There was fire. Blood. They’re unconscious, barely breathing. Someone’s screaming. There’s static.
“Do you remember the van?”
“Yeah. Chibby picked me up and ran. We heard a beeping.” Tommy’s face scrunches up as he looks at the blue cast on his arm. “Is the doctor going to chop my arm off?”
He had screamed for me. Tried to warn me. But it was too late. No one could stop it.
I can’t help but laugh at his question. At the pure innocence that came from him and how he didn’t seem as scared as I originally thought.
“No baby, you just got to keep that on for a while so your bones can grow strong again.” I reply as I rub his shoulder. I can’t help but find myself trying to keep in physical contact with Tommy. My anchor in all the tough times that came my way. Having seen him so still in the hospital bed had shifted something in me. I couldn’t bare the thought of losing my only means of existing and seeing it almost become a reality had really terrified me.
“Mommy, why are you crying?” Tommy climbs into my lap. My cheeks were wet and my heart is heavy and my throat burned. I’m crying again. But these weren’t tears of sorrow, but rather joy.
“I’m just really happy you’re okay.” I reply as I wipe away the tears. We both turn our heads to the door as Tara pops her head around it, smiling when she sees us.
“I see you’re up and about.” She addresses Tommy, moving into the room and closing the door behind herself.
“Do I have to keep this on?” Tommy pouted to Tara, lifting his arm up to show her his blue cast. “It’s itchy.”
“Just for a while.” Tara assures him, sitting at the end of the bed. “Got to make sure your arm is fixed.”
“Mommy said that too.” Tommy smiles and hugs himself into my side. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and kiss the top of his head again.
“Well mommy is a very smart lady.” Tara glances at me and I smile in response. “Why don’t we go some cookies? I’m sure you’re hungry.”
“Yeah!” Just like that, Tommy left his bed and stood besides Tara. Said woman turned to me and handed me a piece of folded paper.
