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For a moment all Aisling could do was stand there and watch. Watch as the curtains...curtains that she was 90% certain her great-grandmother had made herself as part of her bridal chest went up in flames.

Eventually, though, the ‘oh shit’ part of her brain kicked in and she reached for something to try and put it out with. Unfortunately, the closest thing to her was the vodka she had used to pour the flaming shots that started this whole mess.

“Feck! Feck feck feck feck feck feck feck feck feck....”

"Will you kiss me at midnight?"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

"Got any champagne?"

"I'm got doing the ball drop this year."

"I'd rather be home than freezing outside."

"I really don't get the big deal."

"Here's hoping the new year is better than the last."

"New year, new me."

"Let's go out to celebrate."

"Want to go to a party?"

"This is the perfect way to ring in the new year."

"To health, happiness and good days."

"I don't drink, but thank you anyway."

"I don't feel well..."

"Did you just kiss me?"

"I don't care if it IS tradition, I'm not eating that."

"It really is nice out tonight."

"The stars are prettier than the fireworks."

"We don't have to go to a big party place. Maybe a restaurant?"

"Let's ring in the new year right."

"Are you drunk?"

"Can we go home?"

"Just you, me and a couple of silly hats. What do you say?"

"Hold my hand."

"I just want to go to bed early tonight. Does that make me old?"

"I think I drank too much."

"Let's get a cab."

"I'm not wearing those."

"You look silly."

Of course she wasn’t a monster–she was just his mother, Fiona Larkin. Brian knew his mother’s ways, and he knew he was in for it. “I’m not going to turn down home cooking,” he confessed, knowing damn well he wasn’t the best cook out there, himself. Nothing beat his ma’s cooking, though. 

“Jus’ remember, I showed up on my own accord,” he reminded her. “I was ready when you picked me up.” And he was dressed in appropriate clothing. No sweatpants, no jeans. 

It was true; unlike their eldest, Brian had been ready to go and properly attired. And that did score him some points. But he was still hungover and that could not go ignored. If they ignored it then they were sending a signal to him that it was okay. Which it was not. Not now. Not ever.

Back at the house, Fiona headed straight for the kitchen -- getting out the various pans she would need for a proper fry up and making sure to make AS MUCH noise as possible. She wasn’t going to be gentle with him. Not when he was being dumb.

@daughtersofcharming 

“I’m too old for this shit,” Ferris spat. His stance was tense, like he was ready to pounce on something, as he moved to sit down and clean the pistols that he kept. “Lennon’s become a liability, love. Either he commits, or he’s out.” Their sons were grown men now. Lachlan? Well, he’d been a shoe-in. But Lennon wanting to go to university and not fight for the cause? To take no part in the family’s affairs? He wasn’t going to stand for it. 

Watching her husband pace about their living room like a caged tiger, Nessa waited for him to settle before going to him -- resting her hands on his shoulders and lending him her strength. Her patience. It was true, Lennon was a liability. But he was not yet a lost cause. Of that Nessa was certain.

Putting the bag of burgers and fries down, he gave her a smile. “I finished up what I had to do.” Luckily, it had been a pretty quick job, quicker than they thought. And Gunner was trying to stack as much cash as he could, to get them out of his parents’ basement, to take care of the kid they had on the way. 

Sitting down,  the bed creaked under his mass. Gunner offered her a burger and a milkshake before tearing the bag open to get to the fries that had spilled out of the paper cups on the way. “Dad’s back, too.”

“Sure your mom is happy about that; I know she was worried about you two. Kept calling your sisters to see if they had heard anything.” Well, Octavia and Ellie. Harley still lived at home. Pushing her computer and papers off to the side, she accepted the burger -- biting into it happily before taking a sip of her shake.

Brian thought he was home-free to go get some lunch and go back to bed for a while, but his mother’s tone and her words caught him, panic starting to well in his chest. “Yes ma’am,” he replied, knowing damn well better than to not address his mother with respect. He could hear his father’s chuckle, but decided to ignore it. 

“Can we do it while I eat? I didn’t manage breakfast with my coffee,” he spoke gently, keeping his voice low amongst the hum of people leaving the church. Blinking against the sunlight as he left the cathedral, he carded a hand through thick, dark hair, feeling his baby sister’s eyes on him.

Brian thought wrong. There was nothing he or his sisters could try that Fiona and Filip wouldn’t catch on to. Anything they were attempting to get away with, one of them had ultimately tried. It was like Mackenzie and her girlfriend. Did she really think the two of them didn’t know? (Yes, yes she did).

@charmingkat / @daughtersofcharming has a mountain problem ty

Dating the sheriff’s sister–that was one hell of a shock on his family, and he knew it. But, he could only hope that they could prove her loyalty wasn’t to Damien, but to him, and in turn, it would be to SAMCRO, the kutte he wore now sporting fresh patches, the rocker and colors that he’d earned. Would they take it away? Gunner could only hope not, because the idea of a life without SAMCRO wasn’t something he’d ever imagined. From the time he was small, he knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it. Gunner Winston was the type to get ahead no matter what, though he came off as a rather gentle giant. “Burgers and shakes?”

Looking up from her computer, Skye closed the lid as she flashed Gunner a smile. “This is a nice surprise; I thought you had to work late tonight?” Either at the garage or dealing with club business -- she didn’t ask, not sure they were in a place where she was allowed to know. She figured that came once the whole ‘Old Lady’ thing was made official. Something she was hoping for, but knew better than to expect.

Often expecting things from guys was what led to disappointment. Like expecting one’s father to be there for them. That’s what they say, right? That the only man a girl can depend on is her daddy? Only her dad had been a loser and a drunk and instead it had been her brother that had raised her.

@charmingkat / @daughtersofcharming

Brian had done it again–come to mass hungover–but he was trying his best to hide it as exhaustion from his work week, Saturday being no stranger. After service, he was proud of himself for staying awake, for staying alert, despite the raging in his head and the exhaustion written on his face. 

“I think it’s high time I go take an after-church nap,” he remarked softly, standing up in a rather slow manner–if his mother decided to berate him, noticed that he was hungover and not exhausted, he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to handle it.

Watching her brother stand, Mackenzie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Did he really think their parents didn’t recognize the signs of being hungover? She was fairly certain their father and Uncle Aaron invented the state of hungover-ness. But whatever. His funeral.

Fiona’s call had come after a long night, Chibs in no mood to hear how he’d been letting their daughter run wild. No, he wasn’t in the mood for it, but he answered the call anyway, voice groggy when he did, but sleep fled when he heard the news. “Married!”

The ride was a blue, he beat the door, knowing she was home. Her car was there. If she didn’t answer, he would go find Ratboy and take it out on him. “If you think I’m dramatic…” He says, pushing his way in. “Your ma will be here momentarily. Where is he? Where’s the rat bastard that couldn’t ask me for my blessing or marry you decently in the church?”

@daughtersofcharming​

She’s sorry. Was it someone else’s watch she had run off and gotten married on? Because last she checked, she was not the parent there with Kerrianne. She was certain if she had been, this would not have occurred.

Though she had told Mackenzie she was free to stay behind, Mackenzie would not hear of it. This was going to be a SHOW and she was not going to miss it. Not by a long shot. When they arrived at Kerri’s place, she followed her mother to the already open door and followed the sound of the voices -- making sure to remain a few steps back.

She was going to be able to get away with whatever she wanted for the rest of time. Cause all she had to do was say ‘well at least I didn’t run off and get married’.

“Elopement! Vegas! What? What is it? Are you pregnant? You better not be pregnant....”

“Then maybe I’ll move in with him.” Kerrianne counters before she huffs and hangs up calling her sister’s phone again. She looks back at her mother seeing her face. “Stayin’ with you while I’m in college has been for you not me I’ll just move in with him if you’re gonna treat me like I’m a child.”

Yeah. Still no answer. Whatever Mackenzie is up to, she doesn’t want anyone intruding on it.

 Kerrianne was trying to get some sleep after they finally god back from Vegas. They’d had a full night they were married now but she’d had to call her sister then mother to tell them. She was trying to sleep when her father came knocking, her mom had told him. Rather than answer she sits up and calls her mother.

She lets out a frustrated huff as she waits for her mother to answer relieved when he does. “Ma- ma can you please call dad an’ tell him to back off he’s ready to break the damn door down and he won’t listen to me. He’s pissed because of what you told him.”

“He’s there? I told him to wait for me.” Sorry, Kerrianne. You’re going to get no sympathy from your mother. Perhaps if you wanted her to take your side, you should have told her you were getting married BEFORE you did so. Now? Now you were on your own.

“We were for a while then I left she said she had other stuff to do anyways.” Kerrianne tells her with a shrug. She wasn’t her sister’s keeper if they went out and did their own thing it was their business. “Ma we were busy calling you just wasn’t the first thing on my mind.” She says before she takes out her phone and calls her sister. “You really want to ask why we were alone Ma I don’t think you’re gonna like that answer.”

“Well maybe letting you see your boyfriend again won’t be the first thing on MY mind. At least not for a while.” Did you really want to play this game, Kerrianne? Cause your mother was more than willing to play this game.

Elena nods and heads with her back to the kitchen. “I’ve been with Hank since I was 19 this is pretty much the only life I’ve known. I may not have been changing but I’ve been there the morning after feeding them, cleaning wounds, and all of that. I care too much to do anything else.”

She nods she’s not sorry to hear it she’s heard Clay was a dick. “You’ve got a good kid- good head on her shoulders. It’ll get your pack far having her there.”

Oh hell no. No way was this happening. Yelling for Mackenzie to begin packing, Fiona began looking for her phone. Not to call Kerrianne. Oh no. But to call Filip. To find out just how this had happened. How their daughter had ended up eloping -- getting married without either of them or her sister there. 

Had they really been such awful parents that she would want to hurt them like this? Run off and make one of the biggest decisions of her life without telling them?

Is she confused? A little. It wasn’t like trips to California were rare; with Kenzie’s dad living there, she went back and forth all the time. But something about Kerrianne’s voice mail made her think this wouldn’t be a normal trip.