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The rest of the morning had went fairly well. Filip knew he didn't have much time to make his home safe and comfortable for two children, but the other bikers had been more than willing to step in to help.

It was late afternoon and he was with Juice removing the last of Abel and Thomas's things from what had been Jax and Tara's house. The younger biker appeared to be taking everything even worse than he was, or at least wasn't as good at hiding his emotions.

"They're really gone aren't they?" he asked shifting a box of Abel's toys so he could discreetly wipe his eyes.

Filip was about to respond when his cellphone went off. He set a box of clothing on the ground so he could grab the phone out of the front pocket of his cut. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he didn't think it could get much worse than what had already happened over the past few days.

"Gemma just showed up here drunk about ten minutes ago." Alex "Tig" Trager offered as a greeting as soon as he answered the phone.

"Jesus," Filip sighed running a hand through his hair.

"I was taking a leak and Unser couldn't really pry them apart on his own."

He found himself almost frantic although he didn't want to let it show "What did she do?"

Tig took a deep breath at the other end of the line, "she attacked Fiona."

He could feel the lump forming in his throat even though he knew his wife was more than capable of winning a fight on her own. "Is she hurt?"

"Not as bad as Gemma."

The response was typical Tig but it didn't make him feel any better. "How bad is she?"

"I'm not sure. She locked herself in the bathroom."

This was almost worse than what had happened previously. He'd known Gemma would have a strong reaction, but he hadn't anticipated exactly how violent it would be. He knew he should have, the woman was a spitfire. Even at the age of fifty-eight and with a bad heart she could put up a fight that would make a grown man shake in fear. He knew Fiona could also put up a fight, but he couldn't help but be worried. She would have been taken by surprise and he wasn't sure what he was going to find when he returned home.

"What happened?" Juice asked as soon as he got off the phone.

"Gemma," was the only explanation Filip offered before getting on his bike leaving Juice with the boxes.

When he arrived, he raced to the front door and threw it open before allowing it to close with a loud slam. Kerrianne and Abel both jumped and Thomas immediately started crying. Unser, who was sitting at the kitchen table, looked surprised for a brief moment before returning to normal after he saw who it was.

"Where is Tig?"

"He took Gemma to the emergency room."

"What about Fiona?"

Unser pointed towards the bathroom door, "she won't come out. You might want to check on her."

He'd found himself angry at everybody while he was riding and had been sure he would explode however now all he wanted to do was see his wife. He found himself pounding on the bathroom door. "Christ Fiona, you can't stay in there forever."

"I'm fine Filip."

He took a deep breath and tried to sound calm, "I know what happened love, you're not fine."

He could hear the door unlock from the other side before footsteps seemed to retreat to the other side of the bathroom. When he opened the door Fiona was turned away from him so he couldn't see if she was badly hurt. When he closed the door behind him she turned around.

"Jesus Christ Fi," he sighed taking her appearance in. The bruises were already beginning to form on her face and her left eye was almost swollen shut. He tore himself away from her face to take in her other injuries. Her dark skin was covered in even more bruises. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, but he wasn't sure if he'd end up causing her to be in even more pain so he was forced to stand back helplessly.

"What happened?" he wanted to hear everything from her.

"I heard a car pull into the driveway. She was screaming, but I thought I could reason with her." she paused and took a deep, pained sounding breath before continuing.

He could see her eyes beginning to water up as she looked at him and he knew he wouldn't be able to stand back much longer.

"She put me in a bloody choke hold before I could even speak..."

He decided to divert the subject, noticing that her normally strong demeanor was cracking. "You should have let Tig take you to the hospital."

"And leave Unser to help Kerrianne watch the boys?" she snorted.

"You need to see a doctor Fi." he countered.

"I don't think most doctors take too kindly to our type love."

She was right, with Tara gone they couldn't even be sure that Margaret Murphy would come to their defense, still he wished she would see his logic and let herself be examined. "At least let me examine you."

After what seemed like forever she relented and allowed him to lead her into the master bedroom. Slowly Fiona began to remove her shirt, wincing in pain as she struggled with the buttons. Filip didn't like seeing her in pain and he found himself reaching for the buttons at the same time. Their hands brushed together briefly and despite his best attempts to focus he found a brief wave of desire flicker through his body. He could tell she felt it too, but they both knew that now wasn't the time for intercourse and the feelings were immediately banished from his body.

It pained him to be the person to inflict even more pain on her, but he wanted to gauge exactly how badly she'd been hurt by Gemma. He met her eyes as he placed one hand on her side and lightly brushed her hair away from her face with the other "Fi, it's important that you tell me exactly where it hurts."

"I'm fine Filip, I'm not even sure why I agreed to this." she grumbled.

"Jesus Christ woman, I should be making you see a real doctor at a hospital!" he countered. "You're covered in cuts and bruises."

"They're minor scratches love." she paused before adding "when we were younger, you used to draw blood all the time."

He caught himself smiling at the fond memories she bought up, but didn't allow himself to be distracted by her apparent diversion. He knew that she wasn't fond of hospitals or medical treatment, and while he could share the sentiment he wasn't about to watch her suffer from her injuries.

Without allowing his eyes to leave hers he pressed her rib cage gently. The verbal outburst that the small amount of pressure caused confirmed his suspicion that at least one rib was bruised.

"Why don't you take a bubble bath." he sighed. As much as he wanted her to take the time to heal, he knew that even if they weren't the guardians of the boys she would want to be on her feet again as soon as possible. A bath seemed like a reasonable substitute that would help her temporarily.

"I don't have time for that love. Somebody needs to take care of the boys and we need to finish preparing their room."

Filip cut off his wife's rambling with a soft kiss. "Juicy and I will finish getting the room together and Kerri can watch the boys. You are going to take a nice long relaxing bath."

Fiona knew it would be fruitless to protest and found herself reluctantly giving in, even allowing him to lift her off of the bed and carry her back into the bathroom.

Filip set her down on the floor and began turning the taps on the tub until he was sure that it would be comfortable for her.

Fiona struggled with her remaining clothing for a few minutes before Filip found himself taking over and gently helping her. Neither of them heard the footsteps until the door opened and Juice fumbled his way into the room before apparently realizing how private the situation he'd intruded on was.

"I...umm, you're naked. I mean I'm not staring I'm uhh."

"Just shut your mouth and get out." Filip growled.

"I umm...I'll be in the hall. Or maybe I should umm leave." Juice turned around quickly, running into the door frame in the process.

Filip waited to make sure that Fiona was comfortable in her bath before leaving the room "I should check on the kid before he runs off."