When Clay walked into garage that morning an eerie silence filled the air. It was only him, Tig, and Otto. John Teller was gone, dead, murdered. But, no one else knew. Only Clay, maybe Tig. To everyone else he was hit by an 18-wheeler. He died instantly. He had to. He was putting this club in danger, putting his family in danger and Clay wasn't gonna let that happen.
"Ya okay, brother?" Tig walked over to him and lit a cigarette.
"Yeah, gettin' there.." This was the only time something like this had ever weighed him down. In time, he'd get over it and this would be just another one taken for the team. "I want everyone at table in two hours. We gotta talk about what's gonna happen next."
Tig nodded. "I'll head over to Piney's. What about Opie and Jax? You want 'em here?"
"Yeah, probably a good idea." Clay nodded, looking down at his worn out riding boots. "I.. I couldn't tell Krys. Not yet. She couldn't handle it."
"She's gonna find out sooner or later, man." Tig shook his head.
"I guess just tell her to come find me when she gets here.." Clay shrugged, his brow furrowing in frustration. The Sons were his now. This was his club.
"Will do." Tig gave him a nod before walking to his bike.
"We'll get through this, brother. We always do." Otto clapped a hand on his back before walking into the office.
Krys was sitting at the bar in the Clubhouse, an open Coke in front of her along with the EPT which read positive. Positive? How in the hell? It was the third one she'd taken. This is just what she needed right now. Something was bothering Clay, but she had no idea what and this would just add to it. Probably some club shit he'd tell her so stay out of. What he didn't know was that total disclosure worked both ways. But, she was a good Old Lady, right? Did what she was told, stayed out of the way. A drunk Clay had told her once she was meant to be seen, not heard.
A wave of nausea washed over Krys out of nowhere. "Shit.." She grabbed the pee covered stick which held her fate in it's hands and rushed to the bathroom.
"Well, there went that Coke and the little bit I ate for breakfast." Krys groaned as she stood up. "Why you gotta do this to me, little one? Making me sick like that isn't right.." She placed her hand on her stomach, laughing.
She rinsed her mouth with some water before walking out. The pregnancy test still laid on the floor in plain sight.
A little while later, Krys was out in the office, digging through her purse. She would've sworn she put it in her purse! The last place she saw it was the bar, no.. Wait. The bathroom! She turned and started to go towards the door.
"Going somewhere, Princess?" Tig laughed, placing his hands on her shoulder.
"Left something in the clubhouse, Tiggy." She narrowed her eyes at the nickname. Princess. He was the only one who called her that. Well, besides Piney.
"This?" He smirked and held up the test in his hand.
"My god, Tig.. Finally knock up some Crow Eater? She get too much Tigger juice?" She snapped sarcastically, jumping for it.
"Haha, good one. Are seriously gonna have some little shit machine? All those things do is eat, sleep, and shit. I never saw you as the Mommy type."
"Sound familiar?" She grabbed it from his hand, glaring daggers up at him. "
"Yeah, yeah.. Clay wants to see ya," He shook his head. "He's waitin' in the chapel."
"I knew something bad happened.." She murmured, a thousand different things ran through her mind as she walked over to the clubhouse. "Baby?"
Clay walked out of the Chapel with a look on his face that was almost numb and indifferent. "Hey."
"Tig said you wanted to see me." By now her whole body was almost shaking.
"C'mere.." He poured himself a shot and sat down at the bar.
'Bad. This is bad,' she thought as she walked over to him. Her shaking was now visible when she sat down beside him.
"There.. was an accident last night. John was killed. Hit by a truck." Clay turned away from her and closed his eyes. "He was killed instantly."
"O-Oh, my god.." She gasped. She knew something like this bound to happen. She was upset about John, but she was thankful it wasn't Clay. Or Piney. She threw her arms around his neck. "I-I.. I'm just glad it wasn't you.. I was so worried last night." She whispered. A few tears slid down her cheeks. Gemma, shit.. She had to go see Gemma. But, the baby. She had to tell him. Later, this just wasn't the right time.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby.." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his side. He felt like a weight had been lifted off him. He kissed her deeply with everything he had.
Krys pulled back a minute later. "I should go see Gemma. She probably needs someone." She kissed his cheek. "See ya at home?"
He nodded and poured himself another shot.
As she walked out, she noticed something about the clubhouse. It looked different. Like something was missing or someone. It was too quiet. It was empty. It was everything she didn't expect it to be. To her it felt haunted. She closed the door behind her and tried to erase the feeling from her mind.
'You gotta tell him, baby. Secret babies are a bad idea. And, you never know how he'll react. Babies have a way of changing things.' Gemma had told Krys that afternoon.
"Yeah, I guess we'll see." Krys stood and looked out the window. She could hear Clay's bike coming up the driveway. "No backing out this time, you gotta tell him." She mumbled to herself. What if he didn't want the baby? What if he didn't want her anymore? No, no.. Clay loved her, she knew that.
Clay walked in the door that night and hung his cut on the back of the chair. He held the President patch in the palm of his hand. The word echoed over and over in his mind. At first, the word was sour on this tongue, but was finally getting sweeter. This club needed a change and he would be the one to bring it. He tried to shake the thoughts from his mind. He dropped his keys in small bowl on the counter.
"Krys? You here?" He called down the hallway.
"Baby, can you come in here?" Krys yelled from the bedroom.
"What is it? You alright?" He asked. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her.
"I.. I'm pregnant, Clay."
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