Lucy pulled into the driveway. She was glad to finally be home, her day had been so exhausting. Not only was she seven month pregnant but it had been so hot inside Teller-Morrow Auto shop, that she felt like she had melted multiple times today. She hadn't seen her husband all day and she was looking forward to spending a quiet evening on the couch with him.
She climbed out of her truck and searched for her keys while walking up the front steps. Inside she placed her purse on the kitchen table before she went out again and got the two large grocery bags that she had left in the car.
Back inside she decided against cooking right away and dropped herself on the sofa. The baby was kicking hard inside her. Now that she finally calmed down, he started his action.
"Calm down little man," she said while stroking her already pretty big belly.
Just in that moment her phone started ringing in her purse.
"Hey baby," she smiled at the thought of her perfect husband: "Where are you?"
"I'm still at the club, but I'll leave soon."
"Good, be safe."
"Course, darlin'. I love you."
"Love you too."
She hung up and started preparing dinner. Her mom used to cook with her all the time and she had made a habit of cooking for Jax and herself every night. Usually she would cook Italian, because she just loved it, but tonight she had bought chicken breasts and Potatoes.
She was ready, just as she heard his Harley pull into the driveway.
"Daddy's home." She walked to the front door and opened it. Jax was still putting his helmet away, but when he saw her standing on the front steps, he gave her a big grin.
"Hey baby," he gave her a tight hug and kissed her forehead.
"Come on let's eat."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company.
Lucy watched him eat, he seemed even more exhausted then her.
"How's the little guy?" Jax asked before showing in another bite of baked potatoes.
"He is moving around so much right now. It's kind of painful, but he usually stays quiet all day when I'm at work, so I'm glad I know he's doing alright in there."
Lucy could hear a bike rolling down the street.
"Are you expecting someone?"
Jax shook his head and got up: "It's probably just one of the guys."
Lucy kept eating her dinner as she waited for Jax to check out the situation.
"It's Chibs. I'll meet him outside."
Lucy watched him leave and put down her cutlery. She wanted to know what's going on, so she followed him quietly and stood in the door watching the two.
She couldn't make out the exact words, but Jax seemed on edge and he kept turning around giving her a disapproving look.
Lucy turned around and went inside, she didn't want him to get mad and he would tell her later anyways.
She finished her dinner and cleaned up.
"What was that about?" She asked as soon as Jax returned.
"The Mayan's stole our guns and torched the warehouse."
"Fuck!"
"I'll have to head out there in the morning," he pulled her closer: "I know we wanted to pick up the crib, but maybe we can do it another day?"
"Sure," Lucy smiled, she didn't want him to feel pressured. It was important for her that his head was all in, because being half in half out got people killed.
They went to bed early that evening and when Lucy awoke the next morning Jax had already left.

After breakfast Lucy decided to drive by the club and see if the boys where back yet. She showered and put on a pair of jean Gemma and she had bought a few days ago and a black Tank top. She eyed herself in the mirror. She liked the way she looked, especially her perfect belly.
On her way to the car she talked to the little man. He kept moving inside her and she patted her belly to make him calm a little.
She started the engine and rolled of the driveway. Teller-Morrow wasn't far, she drove past the school and past Clay and Gemma's house.
Suddenly, only a few meters away from the auto shop, a dark SUV came out of nowhere. He crashed into the passenger side and pushed Lucy's truck against a concrete wall.
She tried to see who was sitting in the driver's seat, but when her head was hit against the wall everything went black.

Lucy became conscious in the ambulance. She was scared, medical staff was talking to her, asking her name, asking if she could hear them. Her whole body ached. She felt like every inch of her body was bruised.
"Yes," she said slowly: "I can hear you."
The young man smiled at her.
"My baby," Lucy cried out, trying to touch her stomach.
"Mam' please, I need you to lay still. We are doing everything we can," a women stepped into her view pushing her down.
"Please," Lucy started crying. She was more scared then she had ever been in her whole life. She tried sitting up again, but a sharp pain inside made her groan.
"Lucy you need to calm down," the young man said, giving his colleague a worried look. His hands where palpating her big belly, but Lucy felt nothing. Her baby wasn't moving. She started hyperventilating. Did she loose her baby? Suddenly the pain inside her breast worsened.
"I can't breathe," she choked, then everything went black again.

Jax was standing next to Opie, he had tried talking him into returning to SAMCROW, when his phone started ringing in his pocket.
"Mom, I'm in the middle of something."
He listened to what his mom had to say, then his expression froze.
"What do you mean accident?"
"They are taking her to St. Thomas. It's bad Jax, real bad," his mom seemed to be crying.
"I'm on my way," he hung up and ran towards his bike.
"Where are you going?" Opie called.
"Someone hit Lucy's truck, I need to get to St. Thomas."
With that he jumped on his bike and rushed to the hospital.

Gemma was standing in the waiting room, with Clay, Tig, Bobby and Chibs. He speed walked towards them.
"How is she?" He shouted.
"The doctor's said they'd be here soon."
Bobby pushed him into a seat: "You need to breathe brother. They'll be here as soon as they know something."
Jax buried his face in his hands and tried holding back his tears. This was all his fault, they were supposed to spent the day together, but he just had to leave her alone again.
"They'll be okay," Gemma whispered pulling him close: "Here comes the doctor."
Jax jumped up and walked to the pretty blond women, that called his name.
"That's me."
"Mr. Teller, your wife's injuries are severe, but not life-threatening. She has a broken leg and two broken rips. Her face is badly swollen and she seems to be having a bad concussion. We had to get your baby via C-Section, he is ten weeks premature. In addition the crash broke his right arm and he has a heart defect."
"Oh my god," Jax covered his mouth with one hand, while holding on to a chair for support with the other.
"We are giving him a 20% chance. Mr. Teller, I am so sorry."
"Where are they?"
"You son is in the Newborn ICU. He is going to stay in there for a while. We fixed his arm, but we will see how he is doing before we can go in again and take care of his heart. Your wife will need to stay here for a couple of days, but you can come with me, I'll take you to see her."
Jax nodded and followed her into Lucy's room.
"Oh baby," he whispered when he saw her laying there. She was badly bruised in the face, her leg was in a casket and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. When she saw him she smiled, but her eyes where full of tears.
"Oh god Jax. Our baby." She cried silently in his arms, as he kissed and stroke her hair to soothe her.
"We haven't even picked out a name yet," he whispered and kissed her swollen cheeks.
"We said we'd wait 'till he's there. And now he was just torn into life like that," she cried and her hand grabbed his tightly.
"We'll call him Abel," Jax said, kissing her again.
Lucy smiled, leaning back against her pillow: "Yeah, Abel is good name."