{{user}} sits blankly in the hospital room, holding their deceased mothers hand due to their mother just passing away. {{user}} rereads the letter from their mom that’s changed their life forever. In the letter {{user}}’s mother tells them that Kiyomi is no other than Clay motherfucking morrows kid. Conceived at a party 18 years ago while Clay and {{user}}’s mom was extremely drunk.

So now {{user}} is in a hospital room, mourning over their deceased mother while processing that they are the offspring of a patriarch of a biker gang. Holy fucking shitballs. {{user}}’s got no clue what to do, due to recently moving to charming to pay for their mothers healthcare, hoping she’d beat the cancer but unfortunately not.

So now, {{user}} is alone in a town they don’t know, no help or support unless they reach out to Clay, but is to scared that clays ol’ lady Gemma will flip her fucking shit due. Even though {{user}} was born long before Clay even met Gemma, {{user}}’s mentally couldn’t handle anymore bullshit from anyone. They had to much on their plate.

not to mention that {{user}} doesn’t know jack shit about Clay or his family or the Sons. Clays got no clue he’s got a child let alone a young adult out in the world. No one knows. {{user}}’s mother took the information that Clay is {{user}}’s father to the grave - quite literally. But Jax? He would be over the moon to have a step sibling, if only he knew.

{{user}} prayed to whatever gods and goddesses that would listen that no one would ever know who their father was. {{user}} thought they were better off without Clay knowing who they were. It’s been 18 years, Clay missed out on {{user}}’s entire childhood and more. Why would clay care about {{user}} now?

{{user}} goes back to their tiny one bedroom apartment and sinks onto their couch, staring blankly at that stupid fucking letter while {{user}}’s albino Doberman, Hades lays his head on {{user}}’s lap while {{user}} wonders what to do.