Description: Tig's old lady pisses off a prospect who pisses off Tig. Then Tig and his old lady get to spend some quality time together.

"Who's the bitch?" I heard one of the prospects asking Lowell. He'd just ran from the office when I snapped at him.

"Tig's old lady?" Lowell asked. He motioned to me and the prospect swallowed harshly the kid was very new and I'd been avoiding the clubhouse recently. My father had passed away so I'd been doing a lot of cleaning and selling of his stuff.

I rolled my eyes and went back to work.

"Baby," Tig said as he appeared in the door way about ten minutes after I'd chewed the prospect out for royally fucking up paperwork and costing the garage a couple hundred dollars.

"Yeah," I said looking up from the computer.

"Why did the prospect just come in complaining about the bitch working the garage?"

"Why?" I responded quickly. Knowing my old man he acted first and beat the shit out of the kid for running his mouth.

"So I know how much damage to do," he said.

"Oh," I said. "I chewed him out. He fu- screwed up some paperwork that ended up costing the garage like $500 dollars because the woman didn't get charged properly and I can't fix it now," I said.

He groaned in annoyance and walked over to me. He kissed my forehead as he looked at the screen.

"We gonna make it this month?" He asked. Ever since Jax died and left the garage for the club, I've been running the office. Chibs was the President and Tig and Happy had no idea how to keep a business going. Being the only old lady of the three I stepped in.

"I'll take the pay cut and I told the prospect that 500 was coming out of his paycheck," I said.

"As it should," he said. He rubbed my shoulder gently. Something was wrong.

"What's going on?"

"TO and Hap are makin a run to see Wendy and Nero. Guess Abel's heart defect has been acting up," he said. "Not too bad just yet but they're going to check in in person."

"They need anything before they leave?"

He just shook his head no. I sighed a little and stood up. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as he relaxed some.

"I gotta go beat this prospect for shit talking," he said.

I nodded and placed my hand on his cheek. I kissed his lips quickly before shooing him out of the office. I only had about another hour out here before I needed to head to the clubhouse and help with bartending and cleaning while the guys were in church.

After church got out a few hours later, we headed home. Tig followed me home and when we got inside, he beelined for the beer in the kitchen as I followed him.

"What do you wanna do for dinner?" I asked.

"You," Tig said.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You are not 20 anymore babe. Beer and pussy will not keep you alive forever," I said. He shrugged and pushed himself to sit on the counter.

"I'm good with a PB&J so speak now or forever hold your piece," I said, grabbing an uncrustable from the fridge.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Not a meal."

"Neither is pussy," I said.

"What else do we have?"

"Spaghetti, pizza, grilled cheese, BLTs," I said.

"BLTs," he said. I nodded and started making the bacon. We talked about our days for a while longer as we made the sandwiches.

Tig was standing by the toaster as I worked on cutting up the tomatoes.

"One a scale of one to ten, how bad would it-."

"Twenty," I said without looking up. He made some small noise in annoyance so I sat the knife down and looked at him. He was holding a fork in one hand, one he'd probably been using for the bacon.

"That question wasn't going to end in a good way. And you were going to get shocked."

"Killjoy," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes at him as the toaster popped up. He grabbed the slices and sat them down.

"I love you too Tigger."

He walked over and kissed me before wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He started watching me work on the tomatoes and lettuce.

"This is nice," I said softly. He kissed my head and hummed slightly.

Before long dinner was done and we were sitting down to eat.

"What should we do with the last couple hours before dinner?" I asked.

"Want to soak in the tub?"

"Together?"

He nodded and I allowed myself to smile at him. "It's your favorite thing. We can just relax for a bit."

"That'll be nice," I said.