[ meet mommy dearest ]
Gemma sat in her bed, a knitting needle in one hand while her bird chirped in her ear on her left side. She was finishing a blanket for Bobby that was, about, five months in the making. That man enjoyed some very questionably things but that was a common factor in most of the club members (especially Happy and Tig). What was Bobby even going to do with a hand-knitted blanket? She wasn't even sure the fabric could fully cover the man and her yarn was running short.
The familiar blonde locks that her son had taken a liking to were bouncing around in front of her and the movements of the bed were enough to force her hand to drop the needle down to her lap. "What baby?" Her boy had a look in his eyes that told her he had something to say. She could read him like a book seeing as he was cut from the exact same cloth that she was. "Tara is gonna come over. Figured you could make some of that pasta with the smelly cheese that tastes so good?" Her eyes rolled uncontrollably and she removed her reading glasses, knowing this conversation was one where her glares needed to be noticed. "Yeah, yeah. Go clean up and get off the yarn!" She swatted his arm, tempting him to leave and then he did.
Her son was dating. Dating. She always knew that this day was going to eventually come. Jax was a very good looking young man and she had watched the eyes of women in Charming wander when he walked around the market with her, even the women who she knew were half his age. It wasn't like the men in Charming gave any of the women wood in their panties that couldn't be hidden; the town was made up of retired war veterans and up-and-coming families, nothing too special. Now he was in a relationship with a young woman whose name he could not keep from tickling his tongue and dancing around a room. Gemma knew that this was going to turn into love, she could see it in his eyes and the way he smiled when he took the girl's phone calls. Though, young love could only mean one thing...terrible heartbreak. She was going to have to be the one to pick up the pieces and wipe away his tears when this whirlwind romance broke apart in his hands and that was going to break her own heart.
With her hand wrapped around a wooden spoon, she stirred the pasta and sauce together whilst glaring at the green lit up clock shining bright on the small screen of the microwave. It was about five minutes until the girlfriend was meant to show up and Jax still wasn't home from doing whatever Clay had him doing at the clubhouse. Her son had gotten some phone call about them needing his help so that he could 'see what he was in for', whatever that meant. She was going to have Clay's balls if her son didn't get back before -ding dong. "Fuck me." The words came out like a common hello or goodbye. Heels pounded against the tiled floor as she moved to the front door of her home. She opened the door and took in the sight of the young woman standing before her. "Well damn, my son did good." Leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed right over her chest. "Jax isn't here but you're very welcome to come eat some dinner with me." A smirk formed on her lips slowly as she extended her arm and pushed the door open further. "I don't bite too hard."
