Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Full credit goes to Kurt Sutter and the amazing writing team. This is just what I pictured going on before SoA started with the beginning of the Gemma and Clay relationship and the end of John Teller.
Passed out on a leather couch, in a small home, in the sleepy town, of Charming California, was a very pregnant Gemma Teller & her five year old son Jaxson. With a thin blue blanket resting just under her belly, Jax's blonde & blue eyed face baby face resting on Gemma's chest, and her hand open on her belly . In just two months her and John Teller would welcome their second son into the world.
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"JT! What are hell you doing" Clarence Morrow spoke harshly to his best friend.
"Getting laid asshole." John yelled back, he didn't want to miss his chance with the two blonde croweaters wrapped around his waist.
"You have a pregnant wife and five year old son, home, alone, and all you can think about is pussy and boos!" When sober John was an intelligent, caring guy. But drunk and high he was a horny douchebag.
Clay turned around and stormed off the lot. He hoped on his bike and rode to Gemma's house, being "uncle Clay" he had a key. He quietly walked in to find Gemma & Jax sleeping on the couch. Her beauty was always apparent, but sleeping she looked so peaceful and free of stress. Wavy brown hair, chocolate eyes, flawless skin, and a body that could kill (even if she was seven months pregnant) this 27 year old mother of almost two was any mans wet dream.
Clay walked quietly, flipped the TV off, and picked up his beautiful nephew. His big blue eyes fluttered open and an adorable grin formed at the sight of his beloved uncle.
"Uncle Clay?" He sleepily slurred.
"Uh Huh"
"Wheres daddy?"
The one question he was afraid of. After a second of thought he came up with a simple fib.
"He was really tired after working on motorcycles all day so he fell asleep at the clubhouse." Clay muttered.
He placed Jax in his harley themed bedroom, tucked him in, and shut off the lights. Walking back to the living room, to find Gemma hadn't moved an inch. Clay placed his right hand on her cheek, gently lifting her head. Heavy brown eyes focused on his face, forming the same grin Jax had earlier.
"Lets get you to bed darling" Clay whispered.
"Okay" Gemma slowly sat up and moved onto her feet. Clay's hands moved onto her back gently helping guiding her to the bed. As she sat on the bed she realized…
"Where's John." She spoke harshly.
"Club. Party. Drinking." Clay grumbled in fragments.
"Won't be home anytime soon." It wasn't a question. Clay shook his head.
Clay tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead. He walked out of the room, flipped off the lights, and shut the door. With the club announcing their first gun deal that day, he didn't feel safe leaving Gemma and Jax home alone. He locked the door, dressed down to his boxers and wife-beater & crashed on the couch.
