A/N (( I know its been a million years but here's an update! I know you guys will enjoy this. Rated for swearing, and bombshells.))
Rushing around the house Lana hurriedly scooped Abel up the child squealing loudly. Little hands shaking fists filled with scrapes of paper. She frowned gazing around at the messy state of their bedroom. It seemed her sweet Abel had gotten into a few of the drawers or perhaps it was her purse she couldn't be sure. There was no time to clean up; they were going to be late. Sighing softly she shook her head, they were always late. Grabbing the diaper bag and her purse she frantically scanned the nightstand and dresser top for the car keys. Abel gurgled curiously in her arms and Lana smiled to him as she spotted the keys lying on the bed.
"I know baby boy, Grandma's waiting. You don't have to tell me twice."
While buckling Abel into his car seat Lana gasped, wincing sharply, a piercing sensation gripping her lower abdomen. Breathing slow and deep she leaned her head against the door of the car waiting patiently for the cramping pain to subside. The car keys in her right hand tapped the roof of the car as she counted to ten. Things had been understandably stressful the past few days and she attributed the discomfort to nothing more than that. Her body was merely playing catch up. By the time she reached the Club House the pain was a distant memory, nothing but a fading dullness. Inside Gemma was instructing a few of the prospects on where she wanted things for the annual charity run dinner to go. They scattered like wildfire the moment she dismissed them and Lana was suddenly reminded of what she had read not twelve hours ago. The memory must have been clearly etched on her face because Gemma addressed it almost immediately.
"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?"
Lana steeled herself against the obvious answer.
"Yeah, sorry Abel made a mess before we left and well you know me…hot mess even on a good day."
Gemma cast the young woman an understanding smile.
"You and me both honey…I can take Abel with me to run errands in town if you want to help those idiots in the kitchen not screw everything up. I swear to god there's one brain between the three of them."
Looking towards the direction of the kitchen Lana laughed handing Abel over to his grandmother and setting his diaper bag down on the table beside them.
"That sounds good, whose in there anyway…the prospects aren't helping in there?"
Gemma shook her head. "No I've got them bringing out the tables and chairs from storage…Hap, Tig and Juice volunteered to help can you believe that? Don't know what the hell for, can't say Id eat whatever they're concocting either not if you want to live anyway…Just make sure they don't burn the place down okay?"
Eyes wide Lana couldn't have dreamed up a stranger mismatch of people in the kitchen.
"You got it Gem, He had a bottle before we left so he should be good until lunch time, now You be good for Grandma Abel, Oh that reminds me watch what I taught him. Abel, kiss bye bye."
The moment she spoke the words the blonde infant hollered in excitement leaning forward in his grandmother's arms, chubby arms reaching out for Lana who met him half way. She placed a quick kiss on him and the little boy clapped his hands happy as could be. Gemma smiled smoothing her long nails through Abel's growing curls.
"That's so cute its sick yeah know that? Alright little man say goodbye to your mommy here she's got her work cut out for her…We got it easy."
Watching them leave Lana told herself that the past may just be that, the past. The knowledge that Gemma could have done what Maureen promised seemed unspeakable, though worse yet not at all impossible. Lana knew well enough that no matter how ugly it seemed, it didn't make it any less true. Pushing those darker thoughts aside she swung her purse over her shoulder and headed towards the kitchen where the sound of crashing pots and pans could be heard for miles. Pushing open the swinging doors Lana was met with the last thing she ever expected to see. Standing around the stainless steel island was Juice, Tig, and Hap.
They were struggling and failing to light a barrage of candles decorating a sheet cake meant for twenty people. Juice who stood in the middle of the small battle wore copious amounts of white frosting smeared from the front of his neck all the way to the back of his head. Pink and purple icing piped haphazardly across the front of his chest and shoulders. If she wasn't mistaken there was more frosting on him than the cake itself. Tig who slapped the empty lighter from the younger mans hands decided instead to use his lit cigarette and to Lana's polite horror watched as he was successful in lighting all of the candles. With the success of his endeavors Tig looked up to see they're guest of honor had stumbled upon them. Turning to Juice he proceeded to slap him sharply upside the head.
"You idiot! I told you to wait outside and stand guard…"
Juice winced rubbing the back of his head.
"You told me to get the lighter! Would you stop hitting me I'm going to have brain damage."
Tig shook his head tossing the lit cigarette into the kitchen sink.
"Don't worry asshole your already there."
Even Lana couldn't help but giggle at that. Happy who had remained silent decided now was as good a time as any to pipe up.
"Alright we gonna tell her or not? Goddamn candles are melting all over the place."
Walking over Tig wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer to the counter where she could finally look down onto their masterpiece. It was by far the ugliest decorating job she'd ever seen, but it was by far the sweetest effort she'd probably ever witness her would-be Uncles attempt. Hugging her awkwardly with one arm Tig pressed a chaste kiss against the side of her head.
"Happy Birthday sweetheart…"
Holy cow, it's your birthday…you forgot your own birthday, thought Lana as she stared down at the cake. The candles well and truly melting down to nubs as her Uncle spoke and she forced herself out of the reverie. Leaning forward she hastily blew out the candles.
"Oh my god my birthday?! Wow you guys didn't have to bake me a cake…God its the ugliest damn thing I've ever seen but I love it…thank you." She exclaimed turning to hug Tig tightly.
Trager happy to hear her compliment released her to grab a plate off the counter near the sink.
"Well this is cake number two….Jackass here dropped the first one." He said jabbing his thumb in Juices direction. He gave Lana an apologetic look.
Serving up a few plates Lana took hers graciously from Tig and as everyone began digging in she paused mid bite, something about the sugary confection not tasting quite right. Chewing slower she held out her fork studying the bite of cake perched on the end. Happy watched as the color seemed to drain from her complexion. Speaking around his own bite of cake he stabbed his fork in her direction.
"You gotta like cake, can't tell me all you eat is that fucking rabbit food."
Shaking her head Lana frowned around her own bite of cake.
"Shut up Hap, I love cake…it's just…who made this?" She questioned.
Glancing down Tig looked at his slice.
"Both sheet cakes came from the store. Juice 'decorated them' why, mine taste fine."
Picking up a napkin Lana wiped her mouth.
"I don't know…it doesn't taste right…Did you guys really buy it from the store. I swear to God I'm going to be so mad if this is some disgusting joke."
All three men held up a hand, heads shaking. Happy was, well more than Happy to put any suspicions to rest.
"Come on you really think Tig or I would even touch that shit if it was tainted…"
Damnit he was right, she thought before experimentally trying one last bite. A nibble of nothing but frosting was all it took and Lana felt her stomach complain in protest, the smell of the sugar alone sickening. Dropping the plate like a hot stone she turned to the sink, planning to be thoroughly embarrassed for losing it in front of the guys later. Turning on the faucet she scooped a handful of water at a time turning around she stilled as she found three sets of eyes staring her down. Though it was her Uncles expressions that made Lana nervous, they looked oddly upset.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? I haven't felt good today okay...Seriously what the hell you guys stop giving me the stink eye."
Happy's expression hardened and he held his own peice of cake beneath her nose and Lana slapped the plate away the brief whiff of icing turning her stomach again.
"Oh screw you Hap!" She shouted coughing as she backed away.
Tig rolled his eyes. Uncrossing his arms he threw his plate into the sink with a clatter.
"Naw Doll, you're the one who got screwed."
Juice being Juice did what he did best and added gasoline to an already raging fire.
"What the hell are you guys talking about?"
Both men turned to him, shouting louder than they intended.
"She's pregnant you fucking Idiot!"
The room grew jarringly quiet and Lana disrupted the silence with her obvious reaction to their bold accusation.
"What?! No…no. You two are out of your minds."
Tig was not deterred by her reply.
"Yeah smartass?… I got two girls I know what to look for."
Lana in turn pointed a finger in Hap's direction and to her dismay he did not disappoint.
"Does it look like I have any baby mama's running around? I know what to fuckin look for."
She was shaking her head before the words were even spoken.
"You guys are assholes…I am not pregnant and I'll prove it today's the 18th..." Pausing she began to count on her fingers and as she replayed the events of the morning a look of shock slowly eased its way on to her face.
"Oh god…Oh my god…" Pushing away from the counter Lana grabbed her purse and halfway out the door turned sharply as she looked in Tig's direction the Sergeant-at-Arms remaining motionless.
"Not a fucking word to Koz…"
Pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key Tig watched as Lana rushed out again disappearing down the hallway, the sound of her wedge heels loud against the concrete floor.
Juice looked at the two men.
"You're really not going to say anything?"
Tig scoffed. "Like hell I'm not, consider me halfway to the garage."
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Slapping her hands against the edge of the bathroom counter Lana told herself checking the clock wouldn't make time move any faster. This was going to be the longest two minutes of her life. When the stop watch on her cell phone finally chimed she picked the first stick up with lightening speed.
Two lines, it was positive.
Oh god.
Maybe it was a mistake, she picked up the second.
Jesus.
Lana knew what the third test said even as she flipped it over.
The three pregnancy tests lie side by side on the counter, a testament to her future. Looking up at her reflection Lana took a deep breath.
"What the hell am I going to tell Jax?"
Biting her lower lip Lana waited by the doorway of the office. Watching as some of the guys worked on various cars when she heard the tell-tale rumbles of motorcycles and she rose from her seat. Not three feet had been taken when she spotted Kozik tearing out of the Club house, hands tightened into fists and Lana knew exactly what was happening, damn it Tig. Picking up her pace she realized to late that there was nothing she was going to be too late. Before Jax could utter a word Koz punched him hard and clean right against the eye, nearly knocking him over. Stumbling Jax caught his footing bracing his hand against the asphalt as he did and without thinking returned the favor in full landing a hard right hook. It was a full out brawl before anyone could blink. Chib's and Bobby broke up the fight pulling the two men apart.
Jax spit a mouthful of blood on the ground.
"What the fuck man?! What the hell's your problem?" He shouted tugging against the Scotsman's hold.
Kozik shoved Bobby away from him wiping his cut lip with the edge of his sleeve.
"What's my problem Teller? I'll tell you my fucking problem you knocked up my sister!"
If it hadn't been for the faint echo of the passing cars you could have heard a pin drop.
The Son's VP stood perfectly still.
"What did you just say?" He asked, the anger his voice draining away.
"You heard me, Lana's pregnant."
It was then that Kozik grimaced as he felt the undeniable feeling of Lana's hand striking his face, turning to the side he found his sister was indeed the culprit to the unpleasant stinging sensation on his face.
"Thank a lot Koz! I literally JUST found out…Why don't you think before you go off the reservation huh? Maybe I wanted to tell Jax myself. If I wasn't so knocked up Id kick your ass." She shouted frustrated.
Turning sharply on her heel Lana made a mad dash for the Club House. A dozen pair of eyes watching her retreat and only Jax was brave enough to follow in her wake. He caught her by the elbow as she reached the pool table and he turned her as gently as he could.
"Lana, Jesus slow down. We need to talk about this, is it true…you're really pregnant?"
Turning to face him Lana leaned back against the pool table her heart racing.
"Yeah…Really really pregnant. I know it wasn't planned…I just found out today. I didn't realize Tig was going to rat me out to Koz so fast. I wanted to tell you alone…Please don't be mad Jax." She pleaded.
Jax regarded her silently for a moment before he spoke, pulling her towards him.
"We're alone now, so tell me." He offered and Lana felt herself begin to smile shyly.
"…Okay…I'm pregnant Jax…" She said bravely smiling as he leaned down kissing her deeply his palms carefully smoothing over her still flat stomach. Pulling back enough to look down at her Jax smirked, signs of a black eye already clear.
"Why would I get mad? You're an amazing mom to Abel and he isn't even your kid. Who gives a shit if it wasn't planned…"
Lana nodded now, grinning so hard it almost hurt.
"You know it's my birthday today…You didn't even get me a card Jax Teller."
Flashing her that smile she come to love so much Jax shook his head.
"Your right Darlin, I didn't get you a card. I got you something better."
She eyed him suspiciously.
"Better than a card huh, what on earth would that be."
Tilting her head up Jax hovered just above her lips.
"Why don't you look in my Cut and find out."