Their relationship had been a roller-coaster from day one. They had as many ups as they did downs, though the downs didn't last nearly as long. Usually they were resolved by a role in the sack. Jackson spent almost the entire three months Tara's father Eric had been in rehab by her side and staying in her home. When her father got out she found out the relationship between Piney and her father was due to a mutual love for her mother. Piney and Tara's mother had been together as teenagers, and it was Piney and Eric's departure to Nam that caused them to end, and when they returned neither were the same. Piney became a cold heartless man and it cause him to lose her, and allowed for Eric to pick up the slack.
The men hated each other initially but after her death they grew into a friendship that was kept quiet. That was until the most recent anniversary of her death, where they went on a terrible bender together that landed Tara's father in rehab. Turned out that was also why Piney was so protective of Tara, she reminded him of his long lost love.
Eric had tried for months to stay sober; he began to find it harder while dealing with Tara's rebellion. She would be out all night most of the time, when she was home it was to study or recover from her own hang over.
"Tara, we have to talk about your behavior. It has been 5 months since you and Jackson started dating, and I am finding it hard to deal with. You are still only a child, and this relationship is not healthy Tara." Her father said something for the first time as a father.
"Are you kidding me? You think you get to be dad now? Go fuck yourself." She stormed out the door and into Jacksons' arms.
"Baby what's wrong?" He was concerned with the look on her face.
"Nothing. My father just thinks now is the time to become a dad.'' She slid onto the back of his back and the rode off together.
They approached the clubhouse, and made their way through the obnoxious party. Both tired of dealing with it, they made their way to the apartment in the back where Tara let lose. "Jackson, I think we need to end this. I can't handle it anymore, one minute we are hot and the next we are cold. I am always fearing what you are doing when you are not with me, showing up at my house at 3am, covered in blood and it is never your own. I am not sure that I can handle the life that you lead. I know you are better than this. Come with me."
Jackson confused by her statement responded "Come with you? Where are you going Tara?"
"It has always been the plan for me Jax. I have two years left in this shit hole and I am out of here. As soon as we graduate, I am going to where ever I can go. I don't care if it is a community college in the middle of butt fuck nowhere." Which she was concerned would be the case, since her relationship with Jax began her grades had definitely started to suffer.
"Donna is coming with me. Maybe we can all go together." Tara seemed to know she was dreaming at this point. She knew Opie was married to the club and that Donna was going to married to Opie, she knew what she feared most would happen, she would wind up alone.
"Tara, what the fuck are you talking about? That's two years from now, why are you so consumed by this now." He was totally dumbstruck by the words that were pouring out of Tara's mouth.
"Jackson, I'm late."
"For what, I thought we were going to spend the night here?" Jackson was beyond confused at this point. Her thoughts and words were all over the place.
"No you idiot. For my period."
He was dead silent. He could form one coherent word. "Tar. What. I mean how?"
"How the fuck do you think Jackson, we fuck like rabbits, and we haven't used a condom once that I can recall. It was inevitable." She was mad but not at him, at herself for being so careless. She had always known that Charming was not in the ending of her story that she was getting out as soon as she could from this poisonous town. But now she didn't know what the cards had in store for her. She was in love with a boy who was committed to an MC. She wanted more than this place, but not more than him. That scared her, because she knew if she was pregnant she would never be able to get away from Charming, and she would never be able to convince Jackson to leave, they would need the help from family to care for the baby. She didn't want this.
Jackson fell to his knees before her, not being able to speak; he wrapped himself around her and began to sob. He held onto her so tightly he was sucking the breath out of her. "Tara, we will be okay. We can do this. Baby I will be there for you." His words still hardly coherent. "I am sorry Tara. I am so sorry."
She thought it ought to be her that was apologising and in tears. She couldn't handle seeing him this way. It reminded her of the time he crawled through her window when they first started dating, he seemed broken. She hated to see him this way, because she felt everything he felt, they were apart of each other. Intertwined in ways that few people would ever have the pleasure of experiencing with another human being. She pulled him up to her, he held her tightly, and she began to cry with him. "We will be okay Jackson. I know we will." This time she was trying to assure herself as much as him.
Some time passed, they lay in bed and held each other, he left his hand on her stomach for a long time. He realized she was looking rather swollen around the waste, how hadn't he noticed before he wondered. He had her body memorized inside and out. "Tara, how late are you?"
"Well to be honest, I have no idea. I never really kept track before, but I think it's been about three months. I think the last time was about a month before my dad came home, and he's been home a few months."
"Have you taken a test?" He asked curiously.
"No."
He got up and left. She was so confused; a moment ago he was telling her that they would make it work, and the next he was out the door. No longer then it took her to complete her thought he was back, with a blue box in his hand. Inquisitively she stared at him and the little box, and it dawned on her. It was a pregnancy test.
"You guys just keep this laying around? Takes away from the bad boy image ya know." She gave him a slap on the chest as he approached.
"Shit these guys don't know how to wrap their shit, Gemma buys these and condoms in bulk. These get used more than the condoms." He handed her the test.
She sauntered out of the bathroom, the colour completely drained from her face, he knew what that meant. "I'm. I'm. I'm. I am fucking pregnant."
