Six months pregnant, with a little girl that had revealed her anatomy two weeks ago. At first she had been a little disappointed that she wouldn't have a boy, a son to carry on Jax's name, but now she was completely over the moon at having a girl. No, at having Marlowe. She had to remember to call the baby by her name.

Marlowe Skye Teller.

It was hard to believe it had already been just over six months since she left Charming, but she was so busy trying to prepare for her baby that the weeks had turned into months before she even realized it. The small extra room in her tiny apartment was slowly morphing into a nursery, Jessie finishing up the pink walls just the week before. Her baby girl would be here before she knew it. A dark wood crib she'd found at the local Goodwill for ten dollars stood gleaming in the far corner, having been polished to within an inch of it's life, and the matching changing table and dresser occupied the opposite wall. The drawers were full of adorable outfits, blankets, socks and the litany of other things her co-workers at the diner had purchased, along with gifts from her neighbors and a basket full of toys from her brother Weston in Tacoma. Things were coming together nicely, and Jessie thought to herself that her daughter was going to have the nicest room in the whole apartment.

As it always seemed to do, her thoughts turned to Jax once again. Was she going to let him know when she went into labor? Probably not considering he didn't know she was pregnant. Should she tell him now about the baby? No, she would wait until after the baby's birth, and then take her to Charming. That would be the best bet. She was sure Tara wouldn't welcome the news of the baby, but at least there would be nothing she nor Jax could do once Marlowe was here. Jessie would have his daughter, the one thing Tara couldn't give him, and maybe that would once again make him realize that Jessie was the one for him. She always had been. Trying to shake the thoughts from her mind, she dumped a basket of baby clothes on her bed, freshly washed at the laundromat down the street and ready to be folded. The large pile of pink onesies, purple and yellow and light blue clothes rising up in a mountain off of her bed, tiny little socks that she couldn't wait to see on her daughter's tiny feet; Jessie could barely stand the excitement anymore. She sat down on the bed and began folding, flicking on the TV to see what terrible late night show might be on tonight. Instead of typical sad romance stories, a breaking news story flashed across her screen.

"The shooting that took place in Reno over the weekend is now believed to be tied to gang activity stemming out of California. The Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club is being investigated as the main source of the guns that were used to kill two innocent bystanders and six gang members in what was previously believed to be a turf war. Three prominent members of the club have already been taken into custody by law enforcement officials in Charming, California, the club's main location." Mugshots of Jax, Clay, and Chibs flashed across the screen, and Jessie's jaw dropped. Dear God, what had Jax and the club gotten themselves into now? If this story was being played in Vegas, there was no doubt that SAMCRO's name was now being blasted across every channel on the entire West Coast. Her hand dropped to her stomach as she felt her daughter kick, and she tried to suck in a deep breath.

"Marlowe, baby, your daddy's famous now."

She had to force herself to turn off the TV, the events playing over in her mind. Jax was in jail. He was in trouble, all sorts of law enforcement no doubt raining down on Charming in an effort to be the ones to end the Sons. Closing her eyes, she hurriedly whispered a prayer that Jax would be okay. His safety was all that she cared about. Feeling Marlowe kick once again, Jessie smiled and looked down at her belly, pulling up her shirt to gaze at her baby bump just as she did every night. Stretch marks were beginning to form on her hips and up her sides, and her belly button was close to popping out. Marlowe was growing bigger and healthier every day, and Jessie's expanding body was showing more and more proof of that as the days passed. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she admired her bump before her eyes fell on the curling script peeking out from beneath her shirt. Jax's name still rested proudly beneath the crown and crow covering her shoulders, reminding her one more time that she was forever entwined to Jax no matter how much she tried to deny it.

And now she was carrying a piece of him, only three months away from having his daughter.

What a shock Jax was going to get when she went back home.