Finally she had some peace. Sonia had gone to the house she'd moved into after their argument yesterday morning, and Chibs was gone with the club on some business for the day, so Evie and Jack were home by themselves.

With Jack sleeping in his swing, Evie spent the morning cleaning the house, trying to get things in order from the chaos of the past month. Clothes had to be washed, floors had to be swept, the nursery had to be organized; she hadn't realized how crazy things had gotten in the month since Jack's birth. With her third load of laundry in the washer, she made her way into the kitchen and pulled the magnetic notepad off the refrigerator, mentally preparing a list of food she wanted to cook for their next "family dinner". It was nice to have the Sons come and gather around her dining table, to see her husband sit at the head of the table and once again have his brothers reunited. It was a tradition she didn't intend to let die again. Writing down the things she'd need to pick up at the grocery store, she folded the paper and tucked it into her purse, deciding she'd take Jack and go to the store once he woke up. Casting a glance through the pass-through window of their kitchen, she smiled to see her son asleep in the swing. He was such a good baby. She checked the fridge to make sure he had bottles prepared; they'd started working on transitioning him to formula instead of breastmilk but she still kept a few bottles of her milk for when he refused to take the formula. The buzz of the dryer pulled her attention to the laundry room, pulling the load of clothes out and heading into the living room to fold them. Jack woke up just as she sat down on the couch, starting to fuss before she put a pacifier in his mouth and then he was content to watch her as she folded.

He began to cry as she finished up her folding, and she got up to pick him up and carry him into the kitchen for a bottle. "Alright, little boy, let's head to the store. We've got to get some food to cook for your uncles when they come over." She quickly changed his diaper and put some pants on him, strapping him into the carseat and shouldering the diaper bag. Once they were in the car, she headed towards the store, listening to the sound of Jack sucking his bottle in the backseat. She dug in her purse to find her phone, to call Chibs and see how things were going, but just as she was dialing the last number, a car pulled out in front of her and she had to slam on the breaks. Her breath caught in her throat as she narrowly avoided rear-ending the car, cussing quietly under her breath. Stupid ass people. Deciding she'd just wait and call Chibs tonight, she managed to make it safely the rest of the way to the store, taking Jack's carseat out and taking it into the store. She got him into a cart, making sure he was secure before she pulled her list from her purse and started making a round of the store. Chicken was on sale, and she remembered that both Tig and Rat had been hounding her to make fried chicken for weeks. So she tossed several packs in the cart, browsing the aisles for everything she'd need to go along with it. Jack had fallen asleep again as she shopped, and she lovingly brushed the hair back from his face. He had a head full of thick dark hair, much like Evie's, and she could already see he was going to look like her.

A cart bumped hers when she wasn't looking, and she looked up to see Mary Jo Koebner. The older woman owned the hair salon in town where Evie had her hair done, and was one of the friendliest people Evie had ever met. When she saw it was Evie, she smiled. "I'm sorry, dear, I wasn't watching where I was going. I hope I didn't wake that precious little boy." She stepped around to look at Jack, the baby not stirring.

"Of course not, he's such a heavy sleeper. He gets it from his daddy."

Mary Jo looked up from Jack, her eyes going to Evie. "Speaking of your husband, I was wondering if I could ask a small favor." The townspeople had clearly taken to the Sons again; they were building a relationship again.

Evie crossed her arms and leaned on the buggy, nodding quickly. "Sure, I can pass on a message to him. What's up?"

For a moment, Mary Jo looked a little nervous, but then she got closer to Evie and lowered her voice. "For a few weeks now, someone's been going to the shop after closing and spray painting the door and the sidewalk. And yesterday morning when I went to open up, the front windows were busted out and there were bricks inside. It might just be some kids causing trouble, but I was wondering if maybe Chibs and his men could swing by one night and see what's going on? I don't want to bother them, but the police aren't doing much to help."

"Of course, honey, I'll tell him about it as soon as he gets home tonight. It won't be a problem, I'll have him swing by the shop with one of the guys and they can see what's up." She smiled and patted the other woman's arm, Mary Jo giving her a comforted look.

"Thank you, Evie, you don't know how much I appreciate it. Sorry to interrupt your shopping, you have a good day!" With a parting hug, Mary Jo was gone around the corner, and Evie pushed her cart down the aisle to the milk cooler. It was so nice to see the town so comfortable with them, asking for favors and finally treating them as more than second-class citizens. She scribbled a note on her shopping list to remind herself to talk to Chibs about the salon, then turned her attention to picking a gallon of milk. Finding one with the longest time before the expiration date, she was just placing it in the cart when her cell phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, her brows crinkled as she saw Happy's number flash across the screen. Why was Happy calling her? She answered, pressing the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

There was no return greeting, just the Sargeant-at-Arms sounding emotional. "Evie? It's Chibs, there was an accident when we were on the way home. We're at St. Thomas now."

His words echoed around Evie's mind for a minute until she could comprehend them, and then she abruptly hung up and grabbed Jack's carseat from the cart, paying no mind to the groceries she was abandoning as she sprinted for the door.

Something was wrong with her husband and she had to get to him.

The hospital was quiet when she came running in the door with Jack, Rat meeting her in the front hall. "C'mon, Evie, he's this way." He took Jack from her arms, seeing how upset she was, and followed her down to the emergency waiting room. Happy, Quinn, Montez, and T.O. all sat in the hard chairs, all of them looking up when Evie came barreling in.

"Where is he?!" Happy got up to meet her, taking her hands in his.

"He's in the back with the doctors. We were on the way back home, some asshole tried to run us off the road. Don't know who it was yet, but we'll find out. Tig's getting stitches and a cast on his arm; Chibs got the worst of it. We don't know anything about him yet, but they'll probably tell you more." He pointed towards the window where a nurse sat, the other guys briefly standing up to hug Evie before she headed in that direction, Rat calling to her that he would watch over Jack till she got back.

When the nurse opened the window, Evie gestured quickly to the back. "My husband's name is Filip Telford, he's in the back and I need to see him now." The nurse nodded and buzzed her in, telling her Chibs was in room 12. On her way to his room, she passed Tig getting stitches in his head with his arm in a cast, and she paused to kiss his cheek before she reached her husband.

The sight that greeted her was not a pleasant one.

Her husband was in a hospital bed, road rash running down one arm and the other wrapped and bandaged. The entire left side of his face was scratched and bruised, the bruises extending down to the top of his hospital gown and disappearing beneath the fabric. His right leg was wrapped in bandages, though the fact that it wasn't in a hard case relieved her a little. He looked like hell, plain and simple, and it wasn't hard to tell they'd been run off the road. She could only imagine the state of his motorcycle. A nurse was at his bedside, checking his blood pressure when Evie entered the room. It broke her heart to see her husband look like he did, and the nurse looked up with a soft smile.

"He'll be okay, sweetheart, he's banged up and bruised but he's okay. Just an accident, nothing he can't recover from. He's just sleeping now, they gave him a sedative to calm him down."

Evie made her way over to sit at his bedside, reaching over to take his hand in hers.

Now she knew how he felt when she had Jack.

This was a horrible feeling.