When Opie left I noticed he passed an envelope over to Jax. I didn't think much of it until now, at two AM three weeks later.
I haven't heard from Opie in days, when I do speak to him he sounds fatigued and rushed. He's short with me but assures me he will be home soon.
As I snoop around the house, looking for the envelope I feel a sharp pain in my pelvis.
Settle down, little one.
I go from room to room, no sign of a letter and no sign of Jax. That's weird.
I rummage around the kitchen and then the dining room, I look out the window - Jax's bike isn't here. It's only strange to me because for the entire time I have been here he has been so far up my ass. Maybe he's getting some ass.
I step outside a few moments later, looking around. I'm wearing one of Opie's shirts and sleep pants and when the wind blows I can smell the faint scent of him. I feel at home for a moment but it's short lived. Another sharp pain shoots through me, I brave one of the beams of the porch. I feel something dripping down my leg, I look down and from the gleam shining off of the porch light I can tell my water has broken.
It seems to be just my luck because as I'm reaching for the pocket of my pants for my phone I hear a motorcycle zooming down the street. I quickly try to call Opie, no answer. Oh my goodness. Hell no. What the fucking fuck.
A few moments later Jax pulls into the drive way, he looks upset but I barely notice.
"I need to go to the hospital." I say calmly, trying not to raise my voice.
The contractions are far enough apart that I'm not a maniac but I know it's only a matter of time before I lose it.
Jax stares at me for a moment, he doesn't speak. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... Nothing!" He speaks quickly, not looking at me. He reaches over to me, grabbing my arm. Before I know it we are in his suburban. He doesn't speak to me as he drives, but I could care less. My contractions are getting closer and I'm sitting in a pool of my own wetness.
I try to call Opie once again, this time when the phone rings I hear my ringtone fill the car. It's coming from Jackson's pocket.
He doesn't even notice, why does he have Opie's phone?
"Why do you have his phone?" I scream after a moment, bracing the side bar on the door. I can feel nothing but pain, my vision becoming temporarily blurry.
Jax doesn't speak, he speeds up. I can't tell how far we are from the hospital.
"Jackson." I repeat myself. "Jackson."
He turns to me for a moment, tears in his eyes. "Freya." He says quietly, then looks back at the road. "I'm so sorry, so sorry." He's mumbling now.
I feel another contraction, this time it last longer. "Spit it out."
I notice now that his hands are shaking, he doesn't look at me again.
We are in the hospital parking lot, he stops in front of the emergency room valet and get out. He quickly makes his way to my side of the car and pulls me out.
"They shot him." He mumbles into my ear, "He is gone, Freya. He's gone."
As I step out of the car I feel myself fall to the ground. This can not possibly be happening. I can't see anything, I don't even feel when Jax picks me up or notice anything really until I've been placed onto a hospital bed. I can't focus on anything around me.
Before I know it I am almost completely undressed, my legs are being held by the nurses around me and Jax is holding onto my hand.
"Opie." I whisper before everything goes black.