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"Mo ghràdh, (My love)
Be ready at 7 pm, I'll meet you in front of the house.
Love, Filip"
That's it. That was the whole note which was attached to this beautiful royal blue dress/suit that was delivered to the house at noon by a Samcro prospect who was also holding a single black rose.
You continued on the rest of your day like usual while wondering what this was for. "It's not any special occasion... Am I missing something?"
"Oh my Gods, did I forget something?" With an exasperated sigh after trying to wrack your brain for clues as to what's goin' on, you check the clock that reads 5 pm and decide to go get ready. After having a thorough shower, making sure you're shaved and scrubbed, you put on your housecoat to do your hair and make-up, if you want it. Deciding to make loose curls with your hair parted to the side and put some light makeup on, a more or less natural look, not knowing exactly where he's taking you makes it seem silly to put on an elegant look and I think only Gemma sees the need to go bold in a small town like Charming. When you're happy with how you look you put on the dress/suit while silently praying that it fits right, you go to look in the mirror and see that it fits perfectly.
"I have a feeling Gemma or Venus helped pick it." You say aloud as you spin slowly in the mirror, doing a once over and if you have the dress you watch the skirt spin. With the dress, you pick out your favourite silver strappy heels and with the suit, your black dress shoes silver with the last touch on both outfits being the necklace Filip gave you when he first said he loves you, a half a heart made of silver on a small silver chain. The alarm on your phone goes off to say that it's time so after looking yourself over in the mirror you smile and grab your phone off the end of the bed before heading downstairs while sliding your phone, wallet and lipstick into the black clutch you decided to use earlier. After making sure you have everything you might need, you grab your keys and open the front door, turning to lock it before looking back where your eyes, out of habit, immediately go to the driveway. The sight makes you choke on nothing. How does he look so effortlessly good? It's unfair. He's just sitting on his bike. In a suit. A fucking suit. With, of course, his cut. He always wears that unless he can't, it's like a second skin. Does he know what he's doing? Does he do it on purpose to fuck with me(Us)?
"Are you just gonna stand there sweetheart?" His thick accent cuts through your thoughts causing you to snap out of your thoughts and look to see that he's smirking. Shaking your head slightly you walk to stand beside him, as you get closer you take in little notes; your outfit colour that matches his tie and he has his necklace on, his half of the heart that's black and on black thread. He always thinks of little details that seem to make your heart soar. His eyes are looking over you as his smile gets wider until he stops at your half of the matching neckless you added on a whim then he smiles with a gentle shake of his head.
"Good evenin' luv." He wraps his arm around your waist when you stand beside him, reaching up to touch your neckless with a smile, while you wrap a loose arm around his shoulders. "You look stunnin', I should pick clothes for you more often."
"You picked this?" I guess the shock showed because he laughed.
"Why are ya so shocked luv?"
"I thought Gemma or Venus helped you pick it." At that, he feigned being hurt while holding a hand to his chest.
"You've wounded me mah dear, you think I don't know what would fit my baby?"
You smile and laugh, leaning down to kiss his mouth in apology, "I'm sorry Chibby." He seems to think about it for a second before shaking his head in response.
"One kiss just won't take away the pain away sweetheart." He says with a smirk forming before gently pulling on your small chain necklace to put your lips against his into another more passionate kiss. It lasts until you both need air, both of you breathing heavily towards the other as he laughs at the little dazed state you have going on. Yes, he knows and he does it on purpose. You huff playfully at him and which causes him to laugh again while reaching toward the luggage bag on the side that holds your helmet and giving it to you, placing it on your head before you hold the hand that was waiting for you use to help balance yourself while getting behind him. While he still has your hand he brings it to his lips to leave a kiss before placing it down on his stomach so you could wrap your arms around him. After putting on his helmet he starts his motorcycle, backs out of the driveway and heads towards wherever you're supposed to go.
He pulls into one of the more expensive restaurants in the town to your surprise after. He backs into a spot and shuts the engine off and waits for you to get off, keeping still so you can use his shoulders as leverage. You stand beside and take off your helmet, shaking out your curls and putting the helmet back in its spot before waiting for him to stand. Which he does and then takes your hand in his before starting to walk towards the doors, when you two go in there's a sign that says to wait to be seated, he pulls you in front of him to wrap his arms around you as you two come to a stop and wait, you smile and place your hands on his arms. If you have long hair he gently pulls it off of your neck, he nuzzles his face in your neck and places small kisses in various spots while gently swaying the both of you.
When the waitress comes up and asks if it's just the two of you, Chibs nods without lifting his head up, with the hint of a blush as she escorts you to your table. Chibs lets go of you so he can get a couple of steps ahead and pull out your chair for you, you smile while nodding in thanks and sit down. After he pushes you in he gets in his own chair as the waitress sets your menus on the table before excusing herself.
"Order anything you want, Mo ghràdh." (My love)
"Anything, Chibby?" He smiles and nods in reply with,
"Yes, luv, this is a treat for you."
"I knew I didn't miss anything." You let out a soft laugh, "Why you treating me Chibby?" He reaches his hand to the middle of the table so he can wrap it around yours. His smile never fading while he looks at you and explains in his Scottish accent.
"Tha club has been so hectic with the Cartel an' the extra time I've been away an' you haven't complained, you've been my own personal Saint, sweetheart."
With a blush, a small smile graces your features as you squeeze his hand. You have nothing to say as you stare at the man you love across the table from you. There was a sparkle in your eye as you stared at him and it made Chibs falter as he realized just how much he missed you and how much he needs this time with you. Almost as much as you needed this time with him. You may not have complained, because you knew your love is stretched thinner than one would think possible. But you definitely missed him before all this cartel shit going on. You never agreed to the clubs' decision, but only being an old lady didn't give you much say in club business.
"A-mhàin dhut, Mo Ghràdh. (Only for you, my love.)" Hearing your soft response he smiles, always happy to hear you speak his home language.