Chapter 2: Wherever You go, There you Are (edited)
Tig POV:
It's been one of those days. Those days that need to end with a bottle or a bitch, or a combination of both. Sometimes being Sargent At Arms to Clay is great and sometimes it just fuckin' sucks. Today, it fucking sucks. And, because I'm the sick, sado-machistic fuck that I am, Jess has been on my mind all fucking damn day. It's been 7 years and I can say that no matter how many Crow Eaters I fuck or ladies I try to take up, it'll never be the same. I'm fuckin' 43 years old and she's it. Done. The only one. So, my aim tonight is to get drunk and get some sort of happy on.
I walk into the club with my eyes on the bar when the Prospect nearly runs me over. "I found your Old Lady!", he screams.
I freeze. He wasn't here, but he knows that Jess is my Old Lady. That means that he found her. My heart just fucking went haywire, my dick got hard and my mind went to rage. "What the fuck?!", I yelled.
Jax appears and says "Cool down, this is some shit." That only sets me off more.
"You knew? You fuckin' knew?! Of course, you knew!"
He interrupts my rant, looks me dead in the eyes and says "Gemma doesn't know man, just watch..."
Gemma doesn't know? Gemma doesn't know her daughter's alive? What the fuck is going on? The look on Jax's face tells me he basically is just as surprised by this as I am. Half Sack goes to press play and Jax says "I'm right here, brother."
A cute chick comes on and says "It's karaoke night for the ladies and we convinced our Brainiac, Karen Harper, to sing! We're excited!"
What the fuck?! She changed her name? I know it's her the second she walks on stage. She always tried to hide how well she sang. She couldn't hide shit from me. I watch her sing, this girl, "Karen", my Jess, and, just like always, my dick gets hard, I get mad, I get happy and I get sad. 8 fuckin' years. The power she still holds over me is laughable.
The song comes to an end and Jax says "Shit, well, wow. Let's find her!" and tries to grab Half Sack's iPad. That was weird. But, Half Sack says "No man, watch this next part!"
I can't understand what's up with Jax. Yeah, she's his sister and that's gotta be weird, but, it's like he knows some crazy secret.
"Half Sack!", I yell. He looks at me and I can tell he'll do whatever the fuck I tell him to do.
"Yeah…?" he says reluctantly.
"I wanna see the rest of the video." I see that he looks to Jax and I take his collar and say "Now."
Jax slowly nods, and they both sigh and press play.
She finishes the song fucking flawlessly and comes back to her friends. I see her face up close and my heart clenches. Yep, I still love her. I'll always love her.
"You recorded that, seriously?" she looks at the camera. Those eyes, damn, that's my Jess.
"Ian always wants to hear his mommy sing. Now he can! It's the perfect birthday present."
Two words: "His Mommy." Jessie is a Mom. What. The. Fuck.
"How old will he be again?" a different friend asks.
Wait, wait, all I focus on is the response from the Love of My Life.
"8! It's crazy! I can't believe it!"
I think I'm having a heart attack. I tell Half Sack to turn it off.
He looks at me with a half shocked, half laughing expression and says "Dude, are you a Dad?"
"Go fuckin' clean out back" Jax steps up and I'm surprised. I figured he'd love to see me freak the fuck out.
The second Half Sack walks out, reality sets in. I'm a fucking Dad. Given how things have been between Jax and I because of Clay, I'm shocked at Jax's supportive behavior. But, then again, he just found his sister, too.
After a few long moments of silence, I say to him in a pretty quietly desperate voice "What do I do?"
He looks at me for a minute before saying "About the karaoke thing? The video thing? Or, the whole you have son thing?"
"About the we have the son thing!" I whisper yell.
Jax stands there for a few minutes and doesn't say anything and I wonder what he's thinking. Finally, he says "Let's find her."
With no hesitation I say "I'm in." Then, pathetically, I might add, I turn to him and say "How?"