This is the second chapter to Make You Feel My Love. All from Tara's POV. This takes place a few months after the first chapter.
Make You Feel My Love- Part 2
Tara groaned as she rubbed her swollen belly.
Can this baby be born already, she thought, as she made her way down to her kitchen.
She made sure to count the steps while she went down the stairs. Her massive stomach made it impossible for her to see past her belly. Jax often worried that she would trip on her own feet while going down the stairs. He wanted to make one of the offices downstairs into a bedroom so to avoid for her to go up and down the steps. She refused, stating that she didn't want to feel like an invalid in her own home. Plus, she was at the end stages of her pregnancy. It was ridiculous to have their bedroom on the bottom floor, when the nursery would be upstairs.
As she finally reached the bottom floor, Tara noted how white everything looked in the outside. Walking towards the nearest window, she saw how everything was covered in fresh snow. Sometimes it amazed her, how much snow the East got. This past winter has been plagued with snowstorm after snowstorm, forcing her to go into maternity leave earlier than anticipated. She and her husband agreed that her taking the train into the City everyday so into the pregnancy was a bad idea, specially after the scare she had a few months back.
Back in December, she was walking from the train station to her car after work. Suddenly, she slipped on some icy steps. She didn't think much of it expect that her ass would be horribly bruised for a week. Some nice pedestrians helped her get up and walked her to her car. The whole humiliation of it had Tara turning deep red.
By the time she got home, she had tried to forget about the incident although she felt a bit uneasy. She tried to enjoy a quiet evening with her boys and husband but her gut was telling her something was off. She tried to shrug it off and continued with her night. It wasn't until she was showering, that she noticed the drops of blood leaking out of her. By the time she yelled out Jax's name, she was a slobbering mess, causing Jax to briefly panic. How Jax managed to bundle their boys up, get her dress and to the nearest hospital in less than 30 minutes was beyond her, but never was she more thankful for him than on that night.
The doctors told her that she would need to take the rest of the pregnancy easy, with no sort of stress or strenuous physical activities. Even though she knew herself everything would be fine, a part of her worried that her baby girl would be harmed in any sort of way. Jax made her promise that she would stay at home for the rest of the pregnancy. As much as she hated the idea of being home for the remaining part and as much as she loved her career as a surgeon, she loved her family more. The next day, she went on maternity leave and spent most of the winter, nesting, making their home ready for the new addition to the family.
It was also great to have the boys with her as soon as they arrived from school. Given her career as a surgeon, sometimes, she spent too many hours away from her boys. Sometimes she missed important markers, such as when Abel learned how to ride a bike, given the numbers of hours she spent in the OR. She tried to make it up to them as much as possible and Jax was more than happy to pick up the slack but it still made her feel guilty that she was missing so much.
Tara made her way to the kitchen and noticed the mess that the men in her life happened to make every morning before they departed. As much as she loved her husband, she had to admit that he was a messy man. And it seemed that her sons also inherited that trait from their father.
Given that she was near her due date, Jax made it his mission to wake up early and make breakfast for the boys. He would then get them ready for school and personally drop them off as well, giving Tara a well deserve break from playing house mom. This meant that she was able to sleep in as much as she wanted in the mornings, without having to worry about the boys morning routines. On the other hand, this also meant cleaning up after her messy husband and sons as soon as she stepped foot into her kitchen.
After putting a kettle on the stove, Tara proceeded to clean the mess of dirty dishes and spilled milk.
She was half way done with the dishes when she heard the house phone ring. Smiling, she picked up, knowing who was on the other line.
"Hi."
"Hey babe. How are my two beautiful girls?"
"Same as yesterday, babe." Tara moved to turn off the stove. She poured herself a mug of hot water and popped a tea bag inside. She heard the horns in the background. "Where are you?"
"Just getting another cup of coffee. Someone kept me up late last night," Jax teased.
Tara blushed a little. She sat down on her kitchen table, "Sorry about that," she teased back. One of the greatest things about her pregnancy was the fact that she and Jax's sex life was absolutely amazing. Everyday, expect for the week after her hospital scare, they made passionate love, twice or three times a day. On the weekends, it was more. Her sex drive was absolutely insane, which her husband, of course loved.
"I am not sorry. I love being inside of you, Tara."
She could picture his little smirk after saying that.
"Jax!" she giggled.
"It's true, babe. Every time we make love, its like I enter my own personal heaven."
Tara felt the heat spread all across her body. "Jax, please come home," she whispered. "I need you. I need you inside me."
Jax groaned. "I can't babe. I have a full schedule."
She heard a honk of a car. "I am crossing you asshole," her husband yelled.
"Fucking cab drivers," he muttered.
"I am going to let you go before you get hit by one of those nasty yellow cabs."
Tara stood and put her now empty mug in the sink. She heard a knock on the door. "Besides, someone is knocking at our door."
"Ok. I'll call you later, babe."
"I love you," Tara said as she walked towards her front door.
"I love you too, babe."
Tara hung up the phone and slipped it into her robe as she opened her front door.
Her mouth flew open in shock.
"Oh my God," one of her hands flew to her stomach as she quickly tried to slam the door shut.
The door never got to close as a perfectly polished boot stopped the door from shutting.
"Hello doc," a sinister smile curling in her face. She pushed the door wide open and walked into the house like she owned it.
"Get out, Gemma." Tara pointed to the outside. "My family doesn't need you here to stir shit up."
"That is no way to greet your mother-in-law, darling." Gemma looked around the foyer. "Nice place."
Tara felt the cold air getting into her home. Shivering, she shut the door and crossed her arms.
"Say what you have to say and get out."
Gemma focused her dark eyes on her. Despite her biker-la-glam look, Tara could see that Gemma had aged tremendously in the past couple of years. Her hair still had the blonde streaks, however, it seemed that her hair was thinner and had lost a lot of volume. Her face was filled with wrinkles even though she tried to hide them by putting on too much make-up. Given the cold winter, Gemma managed to find a leather coat that hugged her curves and propelled her cleavage. She even had leather gloves that covered her slender hands. Even with all the leather and make-up, Gemma looked ragged. Losing her family really did a number on her.
"Can we sit and talk for a bit. Maybe catch up. You could tell me about the new baby" Gemma pointed at Tara's swollen belly.
Tara unfolded her arms and placed her hand inside her robe pockets. "I have nothing to say to you. My husband has nothing to say to you." She turned on her house phone and hit redial, hoping that Jax answered his phone. "Now, get out of my house before I call the damn cops."
"Your problem was that you always thought you were better than anyone, doc. You fucking ripped my family apart. You took my son and my babies away from me." Gemma stepped closer to her.
"Your babies? My sons are MY sons and you will never get close to them ever again. They will NOT know that life. They aren't going to grow up like their father did."
"No, no sweetheart." Gemma smiled. "Jax was meant to be King of Charming. His father and I had it all planned. He was going to take over the gavel and ruled over all the charters..."
"Which father are you referring to? The one you married and bossed around like the chump he is or the one you had murdered?"
What Tara saw in Gemma's eyes scared the crap out of her. Maybe it was self preservation or pure reaction but Tara ran for the kitchen. She felt Gemma grab her and throw her against the linoleum floor. She yelled as she felt her stomach hit the floor first.
She tried to flip herself sideways as she felt Gemma grabbing to her foot. Tara kicked with all of her might feeling flesh against her foot. She struggled to get up giving Gemma the time to recover from whatever blow Tara had managed to land. She felt her baby kick horribly against her stomach and Tara fought. She fought for her life and for the life of her baby. She scratched and bite and yelled until she felt darkness surrounding her.
Tara felt the blood pool around her and the last imagines she had was that of her magical wedding.