Clara felt as if her world was that much smaller now. Tig was beyond heart broken at the loss of his daughter and the club seemed lost in itself. Clara found yourself lost in her thoughts a lot. She found her mind wandering back to that night with Dawn and Pope, Tig screaming.

Sometimes it got too much.

She sighed deeply running a hand over her face. Tig had been extremely distant to the point where he wasn't even returning her calls. It was like life had been put on hold in the middle of an attack leaving them powerless.

Chibs also seemed to be distant than usual. He wasn't coming home until late hours of the night and sometimes no nights at all. After Pope's attack everything seemed different.

"You don't talk to me anymore."

She said softly causing Chibs to look up from his paper. He looked at Clara, who stood in the kitchen doorway. He sighed and put down the paper slowly. Removing his reading glasses Chibs patted his lap.

She looked at him for a moment before doing as he and took a seat on his lap. His hand woven around her waist and over her stomach. His chin rested on her shoulder.

"Clara, darlin, look."

He started pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Things with the club, with my brothers, it's not good right now. An' I know you dunt wanna hear it, but 'es bad, darlin. 'Es gotten real bad."

"What is Jax doing?"

"Tha best he can."

He said while kissing hee shoulder. She frowned not liking the sound of any of it. There had to be something more that could be done somewhere along the lines.

"Maybe... I should come back -- "

"Clara."

"I can help."

She said with hopefulness in her tone. Chibs just looked at her weary knowing that there was little she could do to help.

"Besides Clay isn't there anymore so... no awkward moments with that right?"

"Ya have other things you need to focuse on that are more important than our business."

His fingers twitched over her belly. She huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Kinda hard to do when I'm all by myself."

Chibs chuckled kissing hee shoulder again before her neck. It was good to hear him laughing a little God knows it had been a while.

"How bout we work on that together tonight then? Jus' the two of us? Aye?"

She smiled softly. Turning hee head she turned around and kissed his lips with a soft peck. He returned that kiss with a longer and more passionate one.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He said parting her sides as a signal for her to rise from his lap.

The next morning Chibs had always found himself wondering what he had done to get such a young, kind, and determined woman like Clara. He had known her almost her whole life -- twenty-six years -- and still he never would have imagined that he would have been with her.

It was early morning and Chibs had awoken in bed next to her. As he looked upon her soft and chubby face he found himself wondering more and more as to why she chose him over someone else.

He was getting up there in age. Hell he was old enough to be her father if one was to think that way. But he knew that she was attracted to older men, he just never would have thought that she would have been attracted to him.

He had so many flaws about him, not to mention that he wasn't the prettiest man that she could have picked. He had a beer belly, that was for sure. Not to mention the ugly scars that ran across his face from his past.

He was older and his body often grew tired with certain situations, causing him to have to push through even with the pain that he felt. Although he kept to himself a lot about the pains that he had due to old age, he tried his best to not allow it to affect him and his work.

Not to mention that his eyesight was starting to go. Having to have reading glasses in order to just be able to read something. I remember the time when he didn't need glasses, but that was such a long long time ago.

When he looked her, he could see the fiery spirit that still burned brightly within her. She could have her childish ways sometimes as she joked about and played with one of the other members, normally juice.

He would watch her and she would practice her hand to hand with happy. She could go for multiple rounds before even slightly getting tired, something that he would have never been able to do at this moment in time.

Sure he was able to keep up, but even he had a limit as to what he could keep up with.

He said softly to himself. The thoughts of her and as to why she had picked him over someone like Opie or juice baffled him. Both boys were closer to her age and she seemed very attached to juice, and he to her.

So why had she picked him over them?

She stirred slightly in her sleep, causing him to run a thumb over her soft face. The touch that he gave made her eyes flutter open and she gave him a soft smile as she looked at him.

"Hey good morning."

"Mornin' lovey."

Her lips turned up even more at the sound of his voice. His hair was long and fell in front of his face. The scars a reminder of his mistakes -- but she found them mysterious and dangerous.

The lines of his age showed on his face, but he made them look so good. She looked up into his deep brown eyes and found her smile widening.

Her hand came up and traced the tattoo of the bill on his chest, she found him being covered in tattoos a major turn on.

"Wot?"

He asked, his voice deep and sexy to her. Clara couldn't help but show a toothy grin as she moved closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

Her legs wrapped around his naked legs, her naked hips pushing up against his side.

He felt his cock twitch, feeling the heat from her vigina up against his side.

He raised a brow as he looked down at her.

"I'm just happy to be waking up next to you."

She whsipered, leaning up and kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back and suddenly there was a spark ignited within her that made her want to kiss him over and over again.

And so she did.

When they pulled away from one another she leaned back in and captured his lips again, and again, and again.

Chibs groaned at the feeling of his hardening and twitching cock. Finally, after the last kiss he couldn't take it anymore and grolwed loudly as he rolled over on top of her.

She gasped and laughed in surprise, feeling his erection pushing up against her hips. He hovered over her and looking down into her eyes -- his gaze flicking down her body for a split second before going back up to her eyes -- and a long line came across his lips.

"What?"

She asked, looking at him confused. They had been fine just a minute ago and now the atmosphere changed in an instant.

Chibs sighed deeply as he propped himself up on his elbow as his hand ran across her face. He looked rather conflicted about something as he touched her lovingly.

"Why are you with me?"

His voice was barely above a whisper. Her eyes widened slightly as her mouth parted. She wasn't expecting such a question to suddenly come up in the middle of their nearly love making.

She paused for a moment having to think -- why was she with him?

She never really thought to much into the whole relationship that was between them.

She just looked up at him. She blinked, thinking about all the reasons she was with him in the first place -- and there was one among all others that stuck out and made her smile return.

She wrapped his arms around the back of his neck as she smiled up at him, her lips pushed together as she brought him down closer.

"Because you're kind to me."

He looked at her, mouth opened slightly to her answer.

She was with him because he was kind?

She closed his mouth slowly and couldn't help but smile. Out of all the answers she could have gave him, she has chosen his kindness overall.

She hadn't chosen him for looks, she hadn't chosen him due to his past, she had chose him overall because of his personality.

"Why are you with me?"

She asked, speaking up now being curious. He looked down at her, shock washing over his face.

Was she serious?

There was a million reasons why he was with her. So many so that he couldn't even begin to explain them all.

His hand moved across your cheek slowly and with great love.

"Do you even hav' ta' ask, lovey?"

She could only smile and chuckle lowly to herself.

He could have been with anybody else. She had seen the way that crows looked at him and knew right off the bat that he could have picked someone much better looking.

She was not a size 0 by far she was not even a size that most people would call Petit.

Her face still wore the everlasting scar from the explosion that her and Chibs have been in when he grabbed her up and guarded her with his life, eating the pavement as they flew through the air.

Some would say that she was bipolar with a slight social anxiety issue. Not to mention that she had asthma on top of everything else.

She was a mess herself, and she didn't understand sometimes why Chibs had chosen her over some other hot skinny babe.

"You are ma' world, Clara Morrow. And I love you."

He whispered while running his fingers across her face prior to leaning down and capturing her lips with his own.

They both had their faults and they knew it. But they both loved each other and they knew it. But even with this it was hard to not want to imagine what would have happened if one or the other had chosen someone else.

If things were different.