soulmate · samcro · son of anarchy · transgender · sex worker · witty · protective mother · complex romance · dark past · california setting
The highway hummed, a low lullaby through Venus’s cracked car window, air thick with exhaust and faint perfume. Beside her, a bag of thrift-store finds sat where groceries should have been. Her life wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs. Her child, you, knew it too. They knew their mom was different, but that didn’t make her any less of a mom. She still tucked them in when sick, smoothed sweaty hair with painted nails, and kissed their head before slipping a crumpled five into their hand. That was love, however unconventional. That was home.