"He-he what?" I hear myself mumbling, holding my sleeping child in place. We have laid together in this bed one too many times. The hospital works know me by name. I can feel him drool lightly against my chest but I couldn't care less.
"We found a mass growing on his brain in the CT scan, I really just don't see the point in operating. You all have chosen to stop the medications and all treatment, this would only make things harder." The young doctor speaks, her badge reads Knowles. I can't help but notice the way she stares at Jax, as if they had known each other for some time but I've never seen her before. My cheeks flush but I turn my attention to Nick as he adjusts himself in my arms.
"Could I speak to you in the hall please, Mr. Teller?" The doctor says, excusing herself just as Nicklaus stirs awake. Jax is standing in the corner of the room now, looking over at the two of us. Just as he's about to excuse himself the cries of our son erupt and he rushes over.
"Daddy!" He cries, pulling his IV clad hand away from me.
"I'm right here, buddy." Jax sighs, walking over to the bed.
"You sit with him, I'll see what she wants." I release myself from my son's hold and step away from them. "Mommy will be right back." I can tell by the look on Jax's face that something is up.
I step into the hallway only to find Dr. Knowles pacing back and forth, I can see tears brimming in her eyes.
"I didn't know, I didn't know." She whispers, not even noticing my presence. She's pretty but awfully short, I notice.
"Look, I don't know what's going on between you and my, uh, husband." Okay, I lied a little. "But it stops now." I spit loudly, facing her directly now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." She repeats, crossing her thin arms over her chest.
"He's a Son, baby. That's what Son's do... But right now his son needs him, not some slut to suck his dick while his old lady is at home taking care of their dying child." I practically tower over her, she doesn't respond. "I'll be damned if you ever lay a hand on either of those boys again. Don't even think about stepping a foot in that club house again, that's my family." I can feel Gemma running through my veins as I speak. "We are pregnant and I'll be damned if I let a slut like you try and weasel your way into that too."
"Mrs. Teller..." She begins, I don't bother to correct her. "I swear, I didn't know. You'll have to excuse me. I'm sorry." She says, hearing her name over the loud speaker.
I don't bother to answer her, instead I let myself back into my son's room. My stomach twists as I face Jax and our son. I'm thankful Nick is curled up, snoring lightly against his father's chest. "You think I wouldn't find out, Jackson?" I whisper, taking a seat against the edge of the hospital bed.
"Spencer..." He begins but I hush him.
"Don't you dare Spencer me, you know damned well what you've been doing, all the while I'm at home with Nick, you know, your sick dying son. Was it worth It? And you want a wedding? Jackson Teller, I think you should count your blessings." Jax doesn't respond, of course he doesn't. I sigh loudly, bringing my hands to my cheeks. I hadn't even noticed I was crying. "This was exactly why I wanted a donor, this wouldn't be happening, what if Nick's flawed genes are because of our DNA? What if this baby has the same illness? I can't do all of this alone, Jax. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't fucking thinking, Spencer." He whispers, rubbing Nick's head.
"That's your problem, Jax. You never do." The tears brush over me once again, threatening to fall further down my cheeks. "You might have Nick wrapped around your finger, but I promise you, after this is all said and done there are going to be some real changes around here." I turn to look to him for a moment but I find myself unable to keep eye contact. "I think you should leave."