AUTHOR'S NOTE: Next chapter we are officially in season one! I hope you guys are still enjoying this story. As always thank you for the feedback and follows! Sorry for any grammar and spelling errors.

"Don't say I never did anything for you," Lip grumbles to his sister. He is holding her hair up as she is bent over into the porcelain toilet.

The two of them were in the middle of eating breakfast when she burst from her seat and ran to the bathroom. He had to hold back his own need to up chuck as she gagged into the toilet.

Finally after what seemed like hours, her gagging stops. He quickly grabs one of the plastic cups they kept in stock and filled it with water for her to rinse out her mouth. Next he hands her some mouthwash.

"Are you okay?" He asks as she spits the water in the sink and moves to grab the mouthwash.

"I'm fine."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Really?"

He watches as she swishes the mouthwash before she spits it out. She cocks her hips as she places her hands on them. "It could be something from work that's going around."

"And hospitals are supposed to be clean." He mutters.

He looks at his watch and realizes he may be late for his appointment.

"Well I have to get going. I'll pick you up some stuff when I head back."

"Don't worry about it," Cheyenne says brushing him off. "I feel you are probably going to need a drink afterwards. No need to dely."

"You might be right," he huffs.

Cheyenne smiles at him. "Don't let her get to you."

…

Lip doesn't know why Rosen advised him to ditch the kutte and dress up in slacks and a button up. He was getting a divorce from a junkie. It wasn't as if he was losing Isla, as no one in their right mind would hand Nina custody, the only thing he was at risk of losing was a little bit of money. And he told Rosen that he refused to pay for Nina after the divorce. He would pay a flat fee allow herself to stay clean and find somewhere to live, but he wasn't about to support her when she wouldn't be his wife – his responsibility.

However, he knew something was up as Nina's hair was no longer red, but now bleach blonde and cut to her shoulders. She was actually wearing a nice pantsuit and looked like a whole new person. But he wasn't about to be fooled even more with this lawyer she had brought with her.

Yet, once the decisions of assets and property and exactly what she wanted. Lip was losing his patience with the conniving little junkie.

She was purposefully toying with him and he knew it once Isla was brought into the matter and she wanted shared custody.

"Can you guys clear the room?" Lip asks abruptly even though he wasn't really asking. Rosen didn't object and Nina lets her lawyer go.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" Lip asks as soon as the door to the room closes. "You'll be lucky to even get fucking visitation, Nina."

"She's my daughter."

"You're a fucking egg donor," Lip reminds her. "You're nothing but a fucking pathetic junkie. I should've listened to everybody else when they told me you were nothing but trouble."

He ignores the look of pain that passes her face before she draws a blank face. "That's rich coming from an outlaw biker."

Lip's back stiffens and he gives her a humorless laugh. This was how she was going to play it. Despite all her bullshit, not once in their relationship has he ever felt the urge to beat the shit out of her. But now he can envision leaping across the table and strangling the life out of her. And it is those thoughts that he knows it's a good reason to divorce her ass. A woman should ever make him want to stoop to that level.

"You better think real hard about what you're doing here, Nina."

"Why you going to kill me?"

Lip doesn't say anything, but stands up from his chair and leaves the room.

…

Jax watches with wide and concerned eyes as Lip takes his anger and frustrations out on a poor customer's car. Since Lip tore onto the lot, the man has been quiet and has been practically ignoring everyone.

Jax knew that earlier he was meeting the lawyers for the divorce agreements with Nina. He presumes that it was a rough meeting. But he knows his friend needs to talk as Jax is slightly worried that Lip will grab a crowbar and do even more damage to the car.

Jax makes the men clear out the garage while he hesitantly approaches Lip.

"Lip –"

"She's going to try some custody bullshit." Lip tells him.

Jax is taken back by that. He knows he shouldn't be, but he is. Mostly because considering Nina's track record with drugs and the fact Isla hasn't lived with her for years, it was a no brainer that she would only get visitation. Supervised visitation at that.

"No judge in their right mind will give it to her."

Lip shrugs his shoulders in disbelief. "She's her mother, Jax. She's been sober for a while now and I think if she really wanted to be a bitch, she would use the club against me."

"A few months of sobriety isn't going to wipe away 10 years of drug abuse." Jax tells him. Plus, Lip hasn't done time in 7 years and the club hasn't had any flare ups since Opie's arrest, but arson was tame compared to a gun running charge. And he knows that there would be some men in the club that wouldn't appreciate Nina bringing heat down on them.

Lip throws a wrench back in the tool box. "It's not even just Nina. It's Cheyenne."

Jax's brows furrow. "What's wrong with her?"

Lip sighs and scrubs his hands with his face before he leans against a tool bench. "She's been throwing up a lot. Like over nothing. And the last time I've seen a woman throw up like her was when Nina as pregnant with Isla."

Lip thinks he would have missed the blanched look across Jax's face if he wasn't looking at him. And Lip doesn't like the feeling that immediately settles in his gut or the truth that has just smacked him in the goddamn face. Lip stands up straighter as his friend stands in silence. Today is the worst day for this type of shit to be hitting him sideways. Lip can feel the rage building in him.

"You got something you want to tell me, Jax?" He asks calmly.

Jax looks at his friend and knows at this point it's better to fess up. But Jax knows that he is essentially trapped and doomed for a beating trapped in this garage. Jax isn't stupid either. Lip has at least 30 pounds of muscle on him and Jax can admit that he knows Lip can easily beat the shit out of him.

Jax knows he walked himself into this situation.

"Cheyenne's pregnant."

"I figured as much," Lip replies as he cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders. "You the father, Jax?"

Jax barely nods before the first punch lands right in his jaw. He feels his teeth bite into his cheek and he tastes blood.

"She's my fucking sister, Jax!" Lip roars and this time Jax moves out of the way as he spits out the blood.

"Lip –" He begins to say, but Lip charges at him.

It then turns into a flurry of fists. Jax doesn't mean to fight back, but it's a defense mechanism as he and Lip come to blows. Jax knows most of Lip's anger is from dealing with Nina. And his friend is going berserk. And Jax exclaims fuck quiet loudly as Lip hit him right in the fucking eyes hard. He can already feel the eye bruising and knows it will be bloodshot.

He doesn't know how long he has been fighting before he finds himself on his back with Lip on top of him aiming punches wherever flesh is unprotected.

For a moment, he wonders where the hell everyone is at, as he practically accepts defeat.

It seems his question is answered as he hears the rushing of feet, his mom's voice directing people to drag Lip off him and into the office. Wade, one of the mechanics helps him off the ground. He finds Gemma brown eyes narrowed at him, hips cocked, but tells him to get his ass into the office. Both of them need to get into the office.

Lip is glaring out the window and Jax plops down on the couch next to the desk. He knows that Lip won't attack him again with his mother in the room.

Gemma slams the door as she glares at her son and a boy she considers a son. Her mind can't grasp any type of thread as to why Lip would attack his VP and more importantly for her son to take it.

"Does anyone want to explain what the hell I just witnessed?" She seethes as she slaps her hands against her thighs.

Jax only looks guiltily at her while Lip glares at him. Gemma thinks she is lucky Lip isn't carrying at the moment.

"Are you going to tell her?" Lip fumes.

She whips her head over to Jax. "What the hell did you do, Jackson?"

"I got Cheyenne pregnant." He tells her.

Gemma almost stumbles in her heels at the news.

She doesn't know whether she wants to strangle her son for not telling her this sooner and for the fact this happened right under her nose. Then there is the fact of her one desire of becoming a grandmother is about to be achieved, but she can't exactly bounce off the walls like she wants too.

She keeps a blank face as right now she knows she needs to at least pacify Lip into not murdering her son.

"How long has this been going on?" She asks her son.

Lip snickers in disgust. "I don't want to know how long Jax and my sister have been lying to me."

"It wasn't like that." Jax fires back.

"Then what was it like, Jax?" Lip asks with flared nostrils.

"It was only the one time –"

"Oh that's even better," Lip roars. "My sister isn't a fucking croweater."

"I know that!" Jax snaps.

"So what? You're just saying she let you fuck her one time?" Lip asks.

"Cheyenne is a grown fucking woman, Lip." Jax tells him.

Lip laughs without any trace of humor. "No, I know how you are Jax. How long were you working her before she caved?"

"You know bro, you have no room to talk and act all high and mighty when you've been fucking Fawn while still married to Nina." Jax taunts.

Gemma watches as Lip is about to lunge at her son again, but she quickly intervenes. "Alright! Alright! Enough!"

Lip ceases any move for an attack.

Gemma rubs her forehead. "We all need to calm down, right now. Anger isn't going to change what happened."

Lip huffs angrily and both her and Jax watch as he storms angrily out of the office.

They hear the growl of his bike and Jax tries to get up, but she pushes her son back down. They both know that Lip is most likely tracking down Cheyenne.

"Not your business, Jax."

"The hell it isn't."

"So Cheyenne's your old lady now?" Gemma counters and she watches as Jax's lip purse in a thin line, but he instantly winces as it tugs at his tender skin.

Gemma gets up and grabs the first aid kit off the wall. Lip did do a number on her son. It's silent as she gathers the things she needs to clean the busted skin.

"You're not going to tear me a new asshole?" Jax says breaking the silence.

"What you did Jax…you disrespected a brother. It also doesn't help Cheyenne." She tells him gently. There were certain ways to things. With Cheyenne being a family member of a brother, it didn't look good for Jax going behind Lip's back and not only sleeping with her, but getting her pregnant. Stuff like that would hurt Cheyenne's reputation with how their social structure worked. "Now, I find it hard to believe you and Cheyenne only fooled around once."

Despite the situation a cocky smile graces her son's lip that splits it back open, "I don't kiss and tell, Mom."

Gemma shoots him an unimpressed stare as she presses a cotton swab with alcohol on a cut that makes him flinch.

Jax sighs. "I don't think that really matters now. Don't ya think?"

"I guess I should be grateful you didn't knock up a croweater." She mutters. "How far is she?"

"8 weeks," Jax tells her and he digs into his pocket and brings out his wallet. He opens it and pulls out a piece of photo paper.

Gemma takes it, but nearly drops it at the sight of her grandchild. She can't hide the blinding smile that overcomes her features. She knows in her gut that it will be a boy.

"It's going to be a boy." She tells him.

"You think?"

"Yeah. You'll give me a strong grandson. The family flaw?"

"Won't know until her next appointment when she does this test," He informs her.

Gemma nods her head and she doesn't even realize it when her hand ghosts over her own scar from her heart surgery.

"You happy about this?"

"I'm going to be a dad," he tells her with a goofy smile that she can't help but return.

…

Cheyenne has a smile on her face from her latest appointment as she was able to tell a young couple that they were indeed about to become parents. It seemed she was now allowing herself to feel something than worry and anxiety when it comes to her own pregnancy.

She's at the front desk making idle chat with the secretary when she finds herself being roughly pulled by someone. The secretary gasps in shock along with Cheyenne and she is a few seconds away from slapping the person when she realizes who it is when they speak.

"We need to talk." Lip demands.

Cheyenne pulls her arm from his hold and glares at him. "Who in the hell do you think you are grabbing me like that." She hisses at him.

He levels her with a glare. "We need to talk now."

"About what?"

"Dr. Henderson, do you need me to call security?" The secretary asks with wide eyes, the phone already in her hand.

"No, it's okay. This idiot is only my brother." She tells him. Since she isn't a licensed doctor yet, she doesn't have her own personal office space. So she takes Lip to one of the vacant waiting rooms.

"What the hell is your problem?" She demands before she can even close the door.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Cheyenne replies getting annoyed by her brother's bad attitude.

"You let fucking Jax Teller knock you up!"

Cheyenne freezes and her hands go to her belly confirming her brother's words. In that shock, she finally takes a good look at her brother when red angry knuckles and a bruise on his cheek.

"What did you do?" She asks worried for Jax.

"What I needed to do," he replies. "How stupid could you fucking be by fucking him, Cheyenne?"

"That isn't any of your business."

"The hell it isn't. You do know that you don't mean shit to him. I can't even count how many fingers the women that have been in Jax's bed in the past weeks." He tells her.

Cheyenne bits back the hurt she feels from that as she doesn't have a right to feel anything about Jax's personal life anyways. She folds her arms across her chest. "I'm not talking about this. Here. Besides, I don't like the way you're talking to me. Now you better remove yourself or I will call security."

…

Jax, for once, listened to his mother when she told him to stay back at the clubhouse for a while before seeking Cheyenne out. He drove pass her house after work and didn't see car. And knowing the only other place she would go, he finds her car parked behind Fawn's.

Fawn lets him in with no hassle and doesn't say anything before she trails back to her bedroom giving him and Cheyenne privacy.

He finds Cheyenne sitting on the couch clutching one of Fawn's decorative pillows. "I didn't mean to tell him."

Cheyenne nods her head. "Who else knows?"

"Just my mom."

Cheyenne sighs and frowns when she takes in his appearance and the nice work her brother did to his face. "Come on," she tells him and he follows her back to the bathroom where she digs out a first aid kit.

She doesn't ask him to, but he tells her what led to the fight between him and Lip. She doesn't add anything other than a sigh as she tends to his wounds with gentle hands.

"Are you mad my mom knows?" He asks her as she presses a butterfly bandage to his cut.

She shakes her head. "No, she was going to find out eventually."

He nods her head and she goes back to her work in silence. And they haven't been this close since the night at the cabin and god he thinks – knows – she is the most beautiful woman he has laid eyes on and she is carrying his child. He smiles at her unruly curls that he is surprised she let be shown today and even at the intense look of concertation taking over her features as she takes care of him.

He doesn't even realize it when he reaches out and his hand grips her hip. She looks at him questionably, but he responds with his actions as he moves her closer to settle between his legs.

She looks at him with a raised eyebrow and he only smiles as he presses his lips against hers. It's slow and sweet and she presses herself closer to him when he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth.

He pulls back enjoying how she is already flushed from him and his hands find their way under her shirt to her back where he rubs soothing circles.

"Blame the hormones," she tells him as she wraps her arms around his neck.

He laughs, but they are swallowed by her bringing her lips back down to his.

She's more eager this time as their tongues dance together. He's aware that they both should stop this as they are in Fawn's bathroom and there is little space in the bathroom to really do what he believes things will lead too.

When his hands come to her ribs scrunching up her shirt, she giggles separating their lips.

"That tickles," she tells him.

He looks at her with a knowing smile and before she can protest, his fingers go back to her ribs and tickle her.

"Jax!" She screeches as she tries to fight her way out of his hold to no avail.

When he stops, she punches him hard in the arm. "Sorry."

"No you're not," she refutes with a scowl.

He wraps her back up in his arms and sometimes he forgets how small she is. How easily she is swallowed by him. He presses a kiss to her forehead, cheeks, nose, and eventually her lips.

They are separated when a knock comes from the door.

It's Fawn. "Lip's here."

…

They are sitting in the living room. Lip is sitting alone in Fawn's recliner. Jax and Cheyenne are on the couch while Fawn stands in the kitchen drinking coffee watching like an audience member.

Lip groans as he looks at one of his best friends and his sister. He wonders if this is what betrayal feels like. Because for some reason this feels like betrayal to him.

"I'm not happy," he states bluntly. Jax snorts and Cheyenne only scowls at him. "I'm not." He repeats. He's not for several of reasons, but most of all he knows Cheyenne having a kid will hinder her in ways she doesn't realize yet when it comes to her career. But he also knows this isn't about her and he is about to become an uncle. "But I am excited about becoming an uncle." He manages with a small smile. He slaps his knees as he stands up. "I need to talk to you though." He says pointing at Jax.

Cheyenne goes to say something, but Jax pats her leg and she closes her mouth.

Lip's stomach tightens.

When they are outside, Lip lights a cigarette to distract his hands from punching Jax again. Jax is silent besides him.

"I refuse to have my sister seen as a club passaround." He tells him.

"She won't be." Jax insists.

"Why because she is going to be your old lady?" He questions to which Jax doesn't answer too. "You better figure out real quick what you want, Jax." Lip warns. "Because none of the regular club laws will apply to my sister. I refuse to let her go through any of the bullshit other old ladies go through. I don't want to be responsible for killing the VP for not keeping it in his pants."

He doesn't bother waiting for Jax to plead his case or intentions. He heads to his bike wondering what the fuck is going on in his life.

…

A Week Later

Cheyenne finds herself sitting next to Jax in his truck watching the passing scenery in Charming. She's curious as to where he is taking her as they are driving in the same car, which he insisted. He had invited her to lunch and told he had a surprise, but first he wanted to take a ride around of Charming.

She didn't question it as she was hungry.

But now, they had been riding around for 15 minutes and she was curious especially since it had Jax driving his truck instead of his bike.

"So where are we going?"

"Be patience." He replies cheekily.

She rolls her eyes and gives him a pout.

"We're almost there."

She decides not to bother him with any more questions as he pulls onto Crestwood. She furrows her brows as this neighborhood was known for its many family homes. He eventually pulls into a driveway of what looks to be an unoccupied house.

It doesn't take long for her to connect the dots.

She follows Jax inside the one ranch story house. It has four bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. A front and backyard and attached two car garage.

She's silent as he shows her the house that is freshly painted and waiting for someone to make it a home.

It is a nice starter home. It was simple and a good first place to start to build something.

She is looking outside through the sliding doors that lead to the back porch and the luscious backyard when Jax speaks up.

"Would it be wrong for us to try?" He asks her.

Cheyenne turns to look at him in such a clean white home and him standing there unsure in his kutte and dark clothes.

"Moving in together is a big commitment," she replies.

"So is having a baby." He slides his hands into his pockets. "It's not like we're complete strangers."

Cheyenne moves away from the door and stands in the middle of the living room. A frown on her face. "As a friend I'm not expected to handle certain things a certain way. There are a lot of responsibilities being with you."

Jax nods his head. "I know that and it might not be fair to you, but I'm willing to try."

She isn't able to give him an answer.

"Do you at least like the house?"

She gives him a smile. "I do."

…

After dropping Cheyenne back off at Lip's, Jax heads to his mom house. He finds her in her greenhouse tending to her plants. He sometimes wonders how his mom does it all handling him, Clay, and this life. She had lost a husband and a son, but she still stands and remains such a strong woman. And despite his mom's flaws like being meddlesome and a bit overprotective. He admires and loves his mother.

"I heard at Hoffman's that you and Cheyenne were on a date." She says.

He smirks as he goes and finds a seat in one of her lounge chairs. "If that's what people are saying it must be true then."

Gemma huffs, but she never takes her attention off her plant that she is repotting.

"I'm buying a house for Cheyenne and the baby in Crestwood." He tells her.

"Just for Cheyenne and the baby or for you, Cheyenne, and the baby?" She questions.

"The second one."

His mom sets her spade down and turns to him. Despite his mom being 52, she doesn't look a day over 30 in her cami and flannel and form fitting jeans. "You serious about Cheyenne?"

Jax nods his head. Things with Cheyenne have always been serious with her and easy.

"Jax, you haven't had an old lady since Tara."

"I know, mom." Jax snaps at the mention of his first love. "It was for a reason don't you think?"

Gemma reluctantly nods her head because a part of her is glad Jax didn't just fuck his way through every willing hole until he found a mediocre old lady. But he found someone that could be an old lady. And she wasn't left to deal with a dimwitted daughter in law or another Tara Knowles. But she still finds her son made a complicate choice with Cheyenne.

"I find it hard to believe you and Cheyenne only fooled around once."

"Ma –"

"Just tell me the truth, Jackson." She presses.

Jax sighs. "It's hard to explain, Ma. It wasn't like we were having a sordid love affair. Sometimes things just happened."

"How old was she Jax before you claimed her Jax?"

Jax gives his mom a slight glare at her choice of wording, but he answers her anyways. "She was 17. It was only a kiss."

His mom nods his head and turns around to go back to her potting. Jax stands up and wraps his mom in a hug and presses a kiss to her head. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too, son."

…

After being married for almost twenty years, there isn't a lot that Gemma and Clay Morrow don't share with each other. In fact, if Gemma was being honest with herself, she probably held more secrets from Clay than he did her. There were deadly secrets and lies that were tangled in her relationship with Clay. She acknowledged that, but she loved him to her fullest.

Getting ready for bed, Clay is perched on the bed, as she regales her husband with the latest development in Jax's love life.

Like Gemma had practically raised Cheyenne. Clay had raised Lip making him into a fine mechanic and even sponsored him in getting his patch. But they both knew despite raising them, there were certain things that were bound to happen. Things that couldn't be avoided and they could see the similarities the two Henderson kids had with their parents. Luckily, their mother didn't see the need to keeping in contact with her two children. Lip was his father's son and sometimes she thinks that scares Clay with how much they are alike. She sees it every time Lip chooses his family over club functions and how Nina has messed Lip up in some ways.

And now Cheyenne is pregnant with Jax's child and she can see the worry in Clay's face.

"You think that's good for Cheyenne and Jax to be together?" Clay asks her.

"Apparently they've been dancing around each other since she was 17." She informs her husband.

"Shit and no one noticed?"

"Apparently not," Gemma retorts. "You've never had to worry about Lip." She reminds her husband.

"Yeah, but Cheryl was resigned to the fact Lip was SAMCRO. Cheyenne may be a different story. Cheryl will no doubt try to make contact when the news hits her."

…

Cheyenne and Isla are painting each other's nails when Isla decides to question why her Aunt Cheyenne was out and about with Uncle Jax.

She has noticed that her dad and Cheyenne had been acting weird around each other. She has also noticed that Uncle Jax hasn't been around or if he is around or mentioned Aunt Cheyenne is there. Besides Isla isn't stupid she knows something is going on that her dad isn't happy about.

"Aunt Cheyenne, is something going on between you and Uncle Jax?"

She can tell the question takes her aunt by surprise. She thinks her aunt is going to lie to her like her dad usually does and she pretends not to feel hurt. Yet, she is shocked when her aunt answers her with the truth.

"Well actually…we're having a baby."

Isla's mouth drops open shocked. She doesn't know how to respond to that. It was certainly not what she was expecting. Her aunt is having a baby.

"Are you two dating?"

Her aunt doesn't exactly answer the question. "It was a happy accident."

"Oh," Isla says still shocked. But if she and Jax are having a baby and every room in the house is filled, she knows what that means. She frowns. "So that means you're going to be moving out?"

She just got her aunt back and now she's leaving. She's starting a whole family!

Cheyenne moves next to her and wraps her arms around her. "Hey, I'm still going to be here for you. We still can do our spa days and stuff. A baby won't change that." Her aunt promises.

But Isla knows how babies are. Knows how demanding newborns can be just like her aunt's current job. Plus her aunt has something going on with Jax now. There will be no room for her despite her aunt's promises. And Isla can't help the tears that leave her eyes she desperately wants to hide.

"But we just started to be a family. I just got you back." She reveals to her aunt.

"We'll still be a family. We are family. It's just expanding."