You wiggled your hips back and forth trying to squeeze into your favorite pair of jeans. No matter how much you danced around the bedroom, you couldn't fit into the pants. You sighed in resignation and stuffed them back in the dresser, instead choosing to slide on a pair of comfortable stretchy black leggings. Stopping for a moment, you looked yourself over in the full length mirror on the wall. Your hair hung loose around your face, still damp from your morning shower. You wore a simple cotton gray bra that fit snug on your growing bosom. What caught your attention was your abdomen, and the small bump that seemed to appear almost over night. You placed your hand on your stomach, spreading your fingers across the expanded skin, marveling at the little life growing inside of you. The sound of shuffling feet brought your attention to the bedroom door and you smiled at your husband who was standing there smirking.
"Enjoying the show you perv", you teased Kozik while reaching your arms out towards him. He quickly closed the distance between the two of you, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you, placing his calloused hands on your exposed abdomen. Gazing at your body in the mirror, he hummed in appreciation, pulling you as close to him as possible without squishing your belly.
"So perfect", he whispered and placed soft kisses running from the side of your face down your neck. You placed your hands on top of his, and turned your head so you were looking him in the eye.
"Do you notice anything different about me", you asked him, your face beaming with happiness.
"Hmmmm", he murmured, "Haircut? New outfit? Either way you look goooood baby". He gave you a quick peck on the forehead, and then walked across the room to pick up his phone from the bedside table. You turned around, placed your hands on your hips, and stared at him incredulously. You didn't believe that he didn't see your swollen stomach and stalked across the room behind him. Kozik heard your agitated footsteps coming up behind him and he smiled to himself. He knew exactly what you were talking about, hell he had felt your new bump that morning as you laid together in bed, but he likes teasing you and continued to play dumb.
"Baby", you whined while bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other, "you've got to notice something different about me". He turned around and made a show of placing his index finger on his lip and circling slowly around you with a pensive look on his face. After circling you twice, he shrugged his shoulders, and walked across the room to grab his kutte and slipped it over his shoulders.
He began walking out of the room but was interrupted by your now loud and exasperated voice shouting, "Unless you've gone blind this morning, you've got to have noticed my stomach has seemed to have grown over night." Your husband stopped where he was walking and slowly turned around coming face to face with you, his tiny fireball of a wife.
"Baby", he chuckled, "when has it ever been in my best interest to tell my old lady that she's getting a belly". He bent over, kissed you on the forehead, and then turned around to leave the room. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he trodds down the stairs to start making breakfast.
"Damn you Herman Kozik, tell me I'm getting fat", you mockingly demand as you chase him down the stairs.
About a half hour later you were perched on one of the kitchen stools, head in your hands, having a stare down with the pile of large nutrient pills and prenatal vitamins. They tasted disgusting and you absolutely dreaded this part of your morning but you knew that in order to keep the little peanut growing inside of you healthy and strong, that you needed to swallow the mountain of pills. By the time you had finished gagging your way through all 7 pills, your handsome husband was heading your way with the breakfast he had made for you both. You sat up so you could plant a thank you kiss on his lips. You had normally done all the cooking in the house as Kozik wasn't exactly experienced in that department, however with your severe morning sickness rearing its ugly head, you weren't able to cook without running to the bathroom to vomit. It was a struggle at first, but your old man was a quick learner and was now whipping out delicious meals like a pro. You wished that you could fully enjoy this culinary side of your husband however your stomach could only handle bland and plain foods with the rare craving for something rich and delicious. The doctor also had you on a diet rich in vitamin B6 which was supposed to help alleviate your symptoms. This meant for the past few weeks you were on a steady diet of lean meat, avocados, spinach, dried fruits, ginger, and sunflower seeds with the occasional popsicle or jello cup if you were feeling daring. The two of you began eating your breakfast when you suddenly heard the front door swing open. Kozik reached for his gun in his waistband and stood up quickly but when he saw who had walked through the door, he put his gun away and plopped back down in his chair rolling his eyes.
"Ever heard of knocking asshole", your husband shouted before taking a large angry bite of his breakfast.
"Ever heard of not being a dick you…what the fuck (Y/N), put a damn shirt on. What do you think this place is, a nude beach or something", your visitor exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your breakfast before standing up and strolling into the laundry room. You grabbed a clean shirt from the dryer, slipped it on, and quickly returned to the two men in the kitchen. Your husband was exactly where you left him, trying to avoid eye contact with your brother who was lifting a bag onto the counter. You were going to scold Tig for coming over so early until you saw that the bag he had brought you was filled with your favorite strawberry popsicles. You skipped over, kissed him on the cheek, and grabbed the boxes of popsicles to put them in the freezer before they melted making sure to grab one out of the box to suck on right away. You settled yourself back on your stool as your husband continued to chow down on his breakfast and your brother helped himself to a cup of coffee.
"So what are the big plans for today?" Tig asked as casually as possible.
"I don't know", you mused, "I was thinking of just hanging out here today, maybe get some cleaning done". Both your husband and your brother suddenly looked at each other as if waiting for the other to say something.
Kozik finally broke the silence, reaching over and grabbing your free hand and proposed, "How about we do something out of the house today. It's been a while since I've been able to show off my girl". You quickly shook your head, sucking on your popsicle to give yourself a minute to come up with an excuse.
"C'mon (Y/N), you've barely left the house in weeks. Everyone down at the clubhouse has been asking about you", your brother chimed in. You dropped your half finished popsicle on your plate and hopped up from your stool. You trudged out to the living room, collapsing your body onto the couch and crossed your arms. Both men followed you into the room. Kozik sat beside you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and kissing you on the side of your forehead. Tig sat in an armchair across from the two of you, leaning forward with his hands folded and elbows resting on his knees. Both men understood why you were so hesitant to leave the house. You hadn't exactly been able to enjoy these early weeks of your pregnancy as you'd been to the hospital twice from dehydration and then when you were home, you were vomiting off and on throughout the day. You not only didn't feel well physically, and you didn't think that you looked good either. You were self conscious about the way you looked and you were terrified to be more than ten feet from a bathroom.
There was a long awkward silence. You could tell that the men wanted an answer from you but you didn't know what to tell them. You were normally a much stronger and confident woman, however this illness had done a number on you physically and mentally. Tears started to well up in your eyes and you pulled your legs up on the couch, wrapping your arms around them and putting your head down on your knees to hide the tears. Your husband wrapped his arms tighter around you, and your brother got up from the chair and sat on the coffee table in front of you.
"Listen sis, I get that you're scared and stressed but it's not healthy for you to be locked up in the house all day. There's a small party going on at the clubhouse tonight. The Tacoma charter is in town. So we're just showing them some good old fashioned Charming hospitality. I think it'd be a good idea for you to stop by. Everyone would love to see you". You raised your head from your knees and peered up at your brother first, then your husband.
Before you had a chance to shut down the idea, your husband chimed in, "C'mon baby. It will be fine. You can dress up, visit with everyone, and besides if you start feeling too sick, we can always go rest back in the dorms".
Your brother groaned and rolled his eyes, "C'mon man, that's how she ended up pregnant in the first place". You let out a small laugh which seemed to make both men relax.
"There's that smile I love", your husband chuckled while moving his arm from around you, grabbing your hand, and bringing it to his lips planting a kiss on your knuckles.
"Now", he began, "I'm going to go clean up breakfast. Why don't you hop in the shower. I can even join you if you want". He squeezed your knee and then quickly hopped up off the couch and sauntered in the other room, before you or your brother had a chance to respond. You blushed and shook your head until you were interrupted by the loud noises coming from Tig. You looked towards the angry man who had just hopped up from the coffee table after driving his fist into it.
You raised your eyebrows at him, and he put his hands up in resignation and declared, "I don't want to hear it. I really fucking don't. You all are fucking nasty. I got to go…somewhere…anywhere". You quickly uncurled from yourself and stood up from the couch. Placing your hands on your hips, you cocked your eyebrow at your "big brother" and shot him your best death glare. No matter how big and tough he was, Tig knew not to mess with you or your fiery temper. He leaned his head back and let out a loud groan before walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug.
"I love you (Y/N)", he sighed.
"You better", you retorted.
"Watch it little sister", he chastised you, "You're sounding more like me, and with that beer gut of yours, you're looking more like me too".
You feigned offense and smacked his arm while shouting, "Hey at least somebody noticed my bump", packing on the sarcasm for your husband in the kitchen.
It was many hours later and you had just gotten out of the shower for the second time. Kozik had kept his promise to meet you in the shower earlier that day which the two of you spent a good amount of time enjoying, until the water ran ice cold. You then moved to the bedroom, where you had round two and three. While you always found your husband incredibly sexy, the hormones raging through your body had you constantly wanting to jump his bones and he sure wasn't complaining. Eventually you sent him off so you could get dressed without any temptation. You had blow dried and straightened your hair which always took much longer than you expected. You settled on simple makeup, just some eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. You accepted the fact that none of your pants were going to fit you, so you resigned to wearing another pair of dark black leggings, that were comfortable but also clung to every curve of your every growing body. You pulled on your favorite teal camisole, adjusting the material trying to find a way to have both your bump and your growing cleavage covered. You grabbed your favorite leather jacket. It fit snug and you knew that the zipper would not close, but it gave you a sense of normalcy so you decided you would wear it anyway. Finishing off your outfit, you slipped on a pair of socks and black ankle booties. You stood back to stare at yourself in the mirror. You ran your hands over your body, turning from side to side and looking at your larger form. You knew that your body growing meant that your baby was growing, and you should be thrilled about that and you were but you were absolutely dreading standing next to the tiny little crow eaters at the party. You walked downstairs to find your husband, flipping through the channels on the television, waiting for you. You cleared your throat to get his attention and as he turned his head to look at you, you saw his eyes go wide.
You quickly felt self conscious and cried, "I know I know, I look…".
"You look sexy as fuck baby. I don't know if we're going to make it to that damn party", he interrupted you while quickly hopping off of the couch and striding over until he was standing directly in front of you with a devilish grin across his face. He wrapped his left arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his body before sliding his hand down to grab on to your ass with his large rough hand. His right hand found the side of your face, pulling your lips to his and kissing you with a fervor that took your breath away. You reached your hands up, and grabbed him by the kutte, pulling him even closer if that was possible. Your arms then slid around his neck before quickly finding themselves balled up in his hair. You felt him smile against your mouth, and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue between his lips. He groaned in response and pushed you back against the wall. His right hand moved from your face, sliding down your body, palming your breast before eventually resting on your belly. Then as quickly as it started, it ended as your tease of a husband took a step back from you. You whined at the loss of contact and pouted, wanting nothing more than to bring this back to the bedroom and forget about the whole party. Sensing your frustration, Kozik chuckled, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips while his eyes hungrily roamed your body.
"Don't worry baby, we will definitely be finishing this later", he drawled while still trying to catch his breath, "now let's get going before my phone starts blowing up with texts from your brother". You groaned in response, but eventually relented, pushing yourself off the wall and grabbing his hand before walking out the door.
You had been at the party for a little over an hour and were surprisingly having an amazing time. The guys weren't exaggerating when they said everyone missed you and you were practically swarmed when you got to the clubhouse. The first person to see you was Chibs who was outside smoking with a couple of prospects when you arrived. He quickly handed his smoke to one of the younger men and then ran over to the two of you, slapping your husband on the shoulder before enveloping you in a big hug. You hugged him back, excited to see the man who was equally as protective of you as your brother as the two of them had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember. When you walked into the clubhouse, your best friend Lyla Winston quickly ran into your arms, bubbling with excitement that you had decided to come. You couldn't lie, you were thrilled to see her too and couldn't wait to here all the clubhouse gossip you had missed while being stuck in the house. Your husband was thrilled to see the two of you interact as it was the most excited and upbeat you had seemed in weeks. He stood back and watched the exchange with a content smile on his face. Suddenly, a large thump from across the room caught your attention and you saw an angry looking crow eater sitting on the ground in front of your brother. She had been occupying his lap and his attention until you had walked into the clubhouse. When he saw you arrive, he had quickly stood up to greet you, forgetting that she was on his lap and she had unceremoniously tumbled to the ground.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry Sandie…Sadie….Susan. Damn, I'm sorry doll I can't remember your fucking name. Can one of you guy take care of this", Tig stammered as he took a swig of his beer and directed one of the other guys to take care of the angry crow eater now trying to get up off of the dirty floor.
"The name's Sandy you fucking ass wipe", the angry woman grumbled as she yanked her arm out of the reach of Juice who had been trying to help her up off of the floor. Tig paid her no mind however as he was ecstatic that his baby sister had arrived and was jogging over to wear you had walked in.
"Excuse me darlin", Tig interrupted you and Lyla. She smiled, stepping aside allowing your brother to wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up, spinning you around causing you to laugh. He gently placed you back down on the ground and looked you over with a look of concern.
"How are you feeling (Y/N)", he questioned. You smiled and nodded your head, indicating that you were feeling alright, much to your own surprise.
"Well that's good", your brother responded, "because I made sure the prospects stocked up on plenty of vitamin B6 to make sure we had good food for you and my future niece or nephew. We've got lots of dried fruit, sunflower seeds, and even your favorite strawberry popsicles. I told them that if anyone eats them, I'll cut their nuts off". You smiled at your overly protective older brother and stood on your tip toes, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Thank you for the snacks and for ditching that skank for little old me", you teased, "Now why don't you two go find Jax. I'm sure he needs to fill you in on what's going on with everything, besides, we've got some gossip to catch up on". You linked arms with Lyla and smiled up at both men, showing you were being truthful and that they could go check in with their president. Tig smiled and pulled you in for a quick side hug before running off. Kozik grabbed you by the shoulders and looked you dead in the eye.
"You have someone come get me if you need anything, you understand", he instructed.
"Yes sir", you retorted while giving a salute with your free hand. He let out a deep breath and rolled his eyes, giving you a quick peck on the lips before running off to find his brothers. Lyla pulled you over to one of the few free couches and caught you up on all the gossip you had been missing while stuck at home.
Another exciting side effect of pregnancy was the fact that you had a bladder the size of a peanut, so it wasn't too long before you had to excuse yourself to run to the bathroom. You knew enough to avoid the "public" bathroom and decided to use the bathroom back in your husband's dorm. Making sure to avoid the full length mirror on your way out the door, you quickly exited the room, excited to get back to the festivities. As you rounded the corner in the hallway, you were stopped in your tracks when you heard your name coming out of the mouth of the same croweater who had been occupying your brother's lap earlier in the evening.
"That stupid fucking cow", she snarled, "She pisses me off so much. It's bad enough that she took over all of Kozik's attention and then got her slutty ass knocked up by him….but now she's got Tig at her beck and call too". The smell of cigarettes turned your stomach as you listened to the two women.
"Don't worry about it", another crow responded, "He's going to get tired of her eventually. He's going to get bored of the same old bitch day after day, especially with her body after she has that damn baby. Just a waiting game, and soon you'll have both her brother and her husband wrapped around your finger". You heard both women cackle and walk away, back to the party to see which biker they could attach themselves to for the evening. You stood there holding your breath with tears spilling over your eyes. Your hands began to shake and you wrapped your arms around yourself, gripping onto the sleeves of your small leather jacket. You felt your stomach begin to churn, and for once it wasn't because of the morning sickness. You needed to get out of there and quickly. Not wanting to cause a scene, you grabbed one of your husband's hoodies from his room and pulled it on over your body after discarding your jacket on his bed. You pulled the hood of the sweatshirt up around your face so nobody could clearly see who you are. You stayed on the edge of the room, following the wall as you slowly slipped out the door, walking out of the parking lot and into the night.
You had been gone for all of 10 minutes when Lyla had gotten up and decided to come looking for you. She checked the bathroom, Kozik's room, Tig's room, and all of the other rooms in building. At this point she was running around the building in a panic as losing her pregnant best friend was about the worst case scenario she could think of this evening. She knew the men were busy catching up on things in the chapel, but as it was an emergency, she decided to quickly knock on the large doors. Bobby answered the door with a look of annoyance, but when he saw the panicked look on Lyla's face, he quickly ushered her into the room. Seeing the panicked look on his wife's face, Opie quickly stood up and walked across the room, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and encouraging her to explain what had happened. Lyla explained that she had gone to look for you after you had went to the bathroom but couldn't find you anywhere. Both Tig and Kozik cursed and jumped up from the table quickly walking out the door and heading towards their bikes. Kozik decided he would head back to your house to see if you had gone there. Tig said he would drive around looking for you as well. He instructed one of the prospects to figure out what the hell had happened to cause you to leave. Your brother drove from place to place searching for you first stopping at your favorite diner, then your favorite book store, and then your favorite bakery. His mind was going a million miles a minute. He couldn't understand why you had left or what had happened. They would have noticed any signs of foul play so he knew you had to have walked off on your own somewhere. He sat on his bike for a moment trying to figure out where the hell you could have possibly gone. Suddenly an idea came to him and he hopped on his bike, driving as quickly as he possibly could. Driving the familiar roads towards your childhood home, he passed by the old dilapidated house before rounding the corner to the local playground. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you sitting on the swing sets and took out his phone to text your husband informing him that he had found you and that he would bring you back to the clubhouse.
Slipping his phone in his pocket, he hopped off his bike and strolled over to the swing set. You wouldn't meet his gaze, instead looking at the ground and wringing your hands. Tig sighed and sat on the swing next to you, pushing his feet off the ground so that his swing lightly tapped yours in order to get your attention. You finally looked up from the ground and looked your brother in the eyes.
"Are you mad Alex", you questioned.
"Fucking pissed (Y/N)", your brother responded while reaching out his hand to grab yours, "Why the hell would you just run off by yourself. For fucks sake you know you have to be extra careful being married to a Son and being a sister of a Son. That's not even taking into account your health issues. (Y/N), you're pregnant and have been getting sick so often. What if something happened and you passed out and we hadn't found you".
"Well you both would have been better off", you murmured while pulling your hand from his, wrapping your arms around yourself, and letting the tears escape from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Your brother quickly shot up from his seat on the swing next to the one you occupied.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean (Y/N)", he responded heatedly. His entire demeanor quickly changed when he saw the tears falling down your face. He moved his body so he was standing directly in front of you before squatting down on the ground. He grabbed both of your hands from your sides and held them in his own.
"Please don't cry sweetheart. I was just worried about you that's all. We all were. Now just tell me what the hell happened that made you leave in the first place", Tig begged. You looked into your brother's deep blue eyes that matched your own, not wanting to tell him about the crow eaters from earlier but you knew he would be relentless so you took a deep breath and decided to tell him what went on. As you told him about what the catty women had said, you could see the rage boiling up inside of him. When you finished telling him what happened, you breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have gotten it out but nervous to see what your brother's reaction would be. He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text. He then stood up off the ground, pulling you up with him, and making you look him dead in the eye while placing a hand on both of your shoulders.
"Listen baby sister", he reassured you in a calm but but steady voice, "You can't listen to those bitches. They're just jealous and pissed off that they're not getting attention at the moment. All they do is chase kuttes and now there's two less men giving them attention".
"You're just saying that because you're my brother and you love me but I feel terrible that I'm taking up all of your guy's time and attention. I feel like a needy bitch", you whisper woefully.
"(Y/N) nothing's further from the truth", Tig responded, "You're my baby sister and I love the shit out of you. I would literally do anything for you and I am so beyond excited to have a little niece or nephew to spoil rotten. Plus as much as your husband pisses me off on a regular basis, he loves you like crazy baby girl. You're giving him a gift by having this baby and he wants to be there for you to help you, the both of us do. Who cares if you're needy, cause we like being needed by you. We're going to be here to help you every step of the way because we love you". You wiped your eyes and smiled at your brother. He was relieved to see a glimmer of happiness return to your face and he pulled you close to him, wrapping you in a tight hug.
"How did you know where I would be", you questioned, surprised that he was able to find you so quickly.
"Are you kidding me (Y/N)", he replied with a laugh while stepping back and running a hand through his thick curls, "I remember when we were 9 years old and you got in a fight with mom because she wanted you to get rid of half of your doll collection. You were so mad that you decided you were going to run away but you only made it as far as this swing set here because you got scared so I came and got you and brought you home. Speaking of, how about we get you back to the clubhouse. Don't worry about those bitches. It's being taken care of as we speak". You raised your eyebrows at him but shook your head, knowing that sometimes it was better not to know. The two of you walked over to his bike. He handed you a helmet, the two of you hopped on, and you drove back to the party.
The two of you walked into the clubhouse and within seconds your husband was at your side. Your brother excused himself to fill in his brothers and Lyla across the room. Kozik looked you over, making sure that you were indeed alright and had not been injured. He grabbed your face between his hands and pulled your lips to his, kissing you roughly and possessively. You leaned into the kiss, relishing the feeling of your husband's lips against yours. When you broke for air, you both rested your foreheads against one another while catching your breath.
"Never again", he panted with an authoritative tone to his voice. You nodded your head in agreement, reaching your hand up and stroking his face, a silent apology for the stress you had put him through that evening. Before the two of you could continue your conversation, a commotion drew your attention from across the room. You both looked over where the noise was coming from and saw your tiny spitfire of a best friend storming across the room towards the two crow eaters from earlier. She walked right up to the women and slapped them both across the face. Before they had a chance to retaliate, she grabbed both of their hair by the scalp and pulled them down to her eye level.
"You two bitches made a mistake, a big fucking mistake", the small woman growled, "You didn't just mess with the sister of a Samcro member. You didn't just mess with the wife and Old Lady of a Samcro member. You messed with my best friend, and if you so much as look at her funny ever again, it'll be the last thing you do in your slutty little lives". The two women raised their eyebrows and stepped towards her. However they were quickly interrupted when Opie walked up behind Lyla, draping an arm around her shoulder. Tig and Chibs flanked the large man.
"It's time for you to leave girls", Chibs told the women. They looked at the men incredulously but before they had a chance to respond, your brother interjected.
"Get the fuck out", Tig shouted, "You're not welcome here. Leave and don't even think about coming back". Chibs directed two of the prospects to show the women out of the clubhouse and off the property. After the women were shown out, you ran over to your best friend and wrapped your arms around her, thanking her for sticking up for you.
"Not a problem babe", Lyla replied with a wink, "Besides we all know I'm the toughest one here". That caused all of the men to laugh as Lyla feigned offense while showing off her muscles. All of a sudden, the laughter was interrupted when your stomach let out a monstrous sound. This caught your husbands attention quickly and he looked at you in concern.
"Let me send one of the prospects to grab you a snack from the kitchen babe", your husband offered, "I know we've got your favorite popsicles int here plus some dried apricots".
"Well actually", you replied with a shy smile, "If the prospects wouldn't mind going a little farther, I'm actually craving a cheeseburger. Do you think one of them would be willing to run to the diner for me". Everyone in the group, especially your brother and husband, had a look of shock at first but then broke out into huge smiles.
"I'm on it little sis", your brother responded with a salute while running outside to catch up to one of the prospects to send them out to get you something to eat. You smiled to yourself, placing your hand on your stomach, thrilled that you were starting to feel like a human again. You hoped that now you could begin enjoying your pregnancy and maybe even start planning your baby shower, but that was a thought for another day.