Jk9oChapter Seven: Abel
"Hey ma" Abel said before kissing his mum on the cheek.
"Hey darling. Where's Tommy?"
"He wont be long had do go see a man about a dog"
"Club business?"
"Personal" He said producing a cake box. "Dessert"
"What is it?" she said suspiciously as she remembered the tricks he used to play on her when he was a child.
"Apple crumble courtesy of Beth" He smiled handing it too her.
"You sure I'm not going to serve this up and find out that the delicious chocolate pie you promised me is made of mud?" she took it gingerly "or that its going to explode when I put it down?"
"Considering its apple crumble made by someone else⦠yes"
"I find out your lying"
"I promise" he laughed crossing his heart.
"Alright, Gemma's out back with your dad. Take this out will ya" She handed him a plate of steaks.
"What happened to the Sunday roast?"
"I thought you'd like a barbeque more"
"Thanks ma" he said sweetly.
"For what?"
"Putting up with me"
"Your welcome. Now go" She smiled. Abel took the plate and walked through the sliding glass doors. Gemma was sitting in a lawn chair while Jax was setting up the barbeque.
"Hey grandma"
"Hey baby" she looked up at him and handed him a beer from the case beside her.
"How you doing?" Abel had noticed that Gemma had lost a lot of weight since Clay's funeral six months earlier.
"You know me, hanging in there. How about you? enjoying freedom?"
"Gotta say freedom ain't too bad"
"Nailing a lot of pussy?" Abel couldn't help but laugh.
"Enough"
"Good but remember I'm not interested in seeing my great grandbabies just yet"
"Trust me you ain't got nufin to worry about"
"Where's your brother?" she asked looking behind him.
"He'll be here soon"
"iight grills on. Where's the meat?" Jax called over his shoulder. Abel walked over and handed him the plate.
"How's she doing?" Abel whispered.
"She's outlived two husbands and one son, she ain't doing too bad considering. I was thinking about buying the place across the street and moving her in"
"How does she feel about that?"
"Haven't told her yet"
"You know Gemma she ain't gunna do nufin if she don't want to"
"Yeah well that's why we got to convince her she wants to"
They were about to have dessert when Tommy appeared.
"Finally where have you been?" Tara asked.
"Met up with some old friends. Sorry I'm late" he kissed Gemma on the head and then took the seat next to her. "Hey grandma"
"Hey darlin"
"Your just in time for dessert" Abel said eyeing up the hickey on his neck. "Beth's apple crumble" he watched as Tommy stiffened.
"I'll tell you something for nothing Tommy you really fucked up that one"
"Ma" Jax said across the table.
"Don't ma me. He shit in his own back yard and wonders why it stinks"
"I don't wonder grandma, I know I fucked up"
"Royally. That girl was the best thing that happened to you and you fucked it up for some little tart"
"iight grandma. He knows he was stupid" Abel said as he took a slice of crumble off Tara.
"Stupid don't begin to cover it. She was old lady materialā¦Still is" she said meaningfully.
"She wants nothing more to do with me, she don't care no more"
"Really is that why she comes by every Friday with a Chocolate pie before work?"
"She comes to see you?" Tara said shocked.
"Yeah, takes me up to see Clay now and again too" she turned to Tommy "So don't give me that shit that she don't care. Now wheres my slice of pie?"
