Hope you like this story. Reviews are always appreciated. Also I do not own any character except for the ones I have made up. All SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter, the evil genius.
He pulled into his driveway, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't until he walked up to his front door that he heard it. He glanced to the side of the porch and was stunned to find an infant seat containing a small child. He couldn't believe it. She was whimpering in the seat. He stared at her for a moment. Her little face was screwed up as she cried. He grabbed the seat and went in the house. He put the baby on the couch and stared at her for a few moments. She didn't stop crying just because they were in the house. He had no idea what to do with a baby. His girls were older now and they always had their mother to take care of them. He had no idea where this baby had even come from. He had no idea what to do. He grabbed his phone and called the only number he knew to call.
"Hello," she answered.
The wails grew louder on his end of the phone.
"What the hell is that?" she asked.
"Gem, I need your help," he said.
"What's going on?"
"I got home tonight, to a baby."
"A baby?"
"That's what I said. A baby girl on my porch."
"How do you know it's a girl?"
"She's in pink."
The screaming got even louder.
"We will be right there," Gemma told him.
She hung up. He searched the seat for something to calm her. There was a bottle with formula in it. He popped it in her mouth and she calmed instantly as she drank from it. He propped it up with the blanket that had been covering her. She closed her eyes. He was staring at her when the front door opened. Gemma and her husband Clay walked in the room. He looked up and put a finger to his lips to keep them quiet. She stared at the baby for a minute. She had something in her hands that he hadn't seen before.
"Where did that come from?" he asked, quietly.
"It was on the porch," she told him.
She set it down. He started to go thru it. There was a note tucked inside it. He pulled it out.
Tig,
This is your daughter, Jocelyn. She's only three months old but I can't take care of her anymore. I know I'm not cut out to be a mother. She is going to need you.
Maria
He looked up at them both. He had no idea that she had even been pregnant. He hadn't seen her around the clubhouse in a while. He hadn't thought much of it. Crow eaters came and went quite often around TM. It didn't usually mean much.
"What?" Gemma asked in her matter of fact tone.
"Maria," he said.
"That crow eater?"
"Yeah, apparently this is my daughter."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"According to the note, this is my daughter. Her name is Jocelyn and she's three months old."
"Are you going to take the note for what it's worth or get a test?"
"I will get the test but I'm going to have to take care of her until then."
"Tig," Clay started.
"She's a baby, Clay, I can't put her out on the street," Tig said.
He sighed. Gemma had softened the moment she laid eyes on the sleeping infant in the car seat with a bottle in her mouth. She moved to take the bottle and just watched the baby for a moment.
"What's the worst that could happen, Clay?" she asked.
"Who is going to take care of her when we have to go on runs?" he demanded.
"I will."
Gemma vowed right then and there to help Tig take care of this infant. He was going to need the help. She stared at him. He looked terrified of this baby. She moved to free the infant from the seat. She looked at Clay.
"Can you seriously say that you would want him to take this baby and just give her up to someone not knowing what would happen to her?" she asked, putting the baby in his face.
"Damn it Gem," Clay softened as soon he saw the little girl.
Tig was going to need help. He was determined to make it work but he was worried about screwing it up.
"Let's see what's in the bag," she said.
They were going to have to make sure that he would have enough to take care of the baby that night. The three of them decided on how to handle it. Gemma would take the baby and go shopping in the morning to get Tig set so he could take care of the baby. He needed to be able to be her father. He was going to need this. There was enough stuff to get him thru the night.
The baby girl woke up fussing. Gemma got a look into her eyes. They were definite Trager eyes on that little girl. She put the baby in his arms. He stared at her. He was worried he would hurt her.
"She won't break, Tiggy," Gemma said.
He nodded. She smiled. He melted the moment he held her close to his chest. She was definitely already in his heart without the blood test.