Hello my readers! So so sorry about not updating this story in a while! I hope you all can forgive me! With this chapter, there is going to be a bit of a time jump. It has now been five months since Jax and the guys were incarcerated. I hope you all enjoy!
2:43 am:
After a solid two hours, yes I said two, of endless crying, Abel finally fell silent, resting his head onto my right shoulder.
I don't know about any of you new mothers out there, but whenever your child is in hysterics for an extensive period of time, don't you feel totally and utterly useless?
I know I did.
I felt like I deserved the worse mother of the year award for not being able to console my son the moment the waterworks began.
My little man has caught an unfortunate cold a couple of days ago, and ever since then he is just completely angry at the world and I because of it.
I abandoned the kitchen, bringing the both of us down the hallway to his room, making my way over to the rocking chair.
I slowly lowered my body onto the seat, fearful that any kind of swift motion could upset my son.
He remained silent and I started to slowly rock the chair back and forth, rubbing Abel's back with both of my hands.
Besides the prescribed antibiotics to asist in helping him fall asleep, I began to hum his favorite song, knowing that would the icing on the cake.
Yup, you all know which song that is by now.
If you don't, then you're clearly not keeping up with me as well as I thought you were.
Just kidding.
Not really.
Within forty five minutes later, I heard light snoring in my ear.
I slowly turned my head, giving him a kiss on the side of his feverish head.
"I love you handsome. Sweet dreams."
Linda threw open the front door, causing the door to slam againt the wall.
I was in the living room, sitting indian style on the carpeted floor with a shitload of documents and college applications sprawled out across the coffee table.
Abel was sitting a few feet away from me, playing with the block set I bought for him two weeks ago.
When the door's knob hit against the wall, damaging its unscathed surface I might add, Abel and I both turned around in perfect unison to see who was making an entrance into our home with a literal bang.
My mother easily had over twenty shopping bags running up each of her arms that were creating indentations into her skin due to the excessive weight of each one of them.
"Mom, did you rob Toys R Us at gunpoint?", I asked, getting up from the floor and helping her inside with the bags.
"Ha, of course not. I was in the mood to splurge and what better way to do so than on my grandson?"
I smiled, setting the handful of bags onto the closest couch.
"I also hit up a couple of your favorite stores as well, Mel bear. Momma deserves a little something after all she's been through."
"Thanks mom, but you didn't have to."
"No, but I wanted to," she replied, grabbing my face with her hand, pulling me close to her to plant a kiss on my cheek.
She let go of my face, eyeing all the papers on the coffeetable.
"Mel, what's all of that on the coffee table?"
"I'm multi tasking actually. I'm filling out paperwork for the local adoption agency and completing college applications."
"Sweetheart, you should get better first before you start thinking about adopting a child and going back to school to get a degree. "
"Mom, I can handle it. I'm excellent at multi tasking."
"Oh, while we are on the subject of multi tasking, Gemma and I found out where you have been dissapearing to for the past couple of weeks."
"You had me followed?"
"No, we followed you. We looked into the cancer support group you claimed to be going to. They never even heard of you.. Well, except the men who spend their alone time jerkin' their trouser meat to porn."
"Mel bear, I love you with everything in me, but you are the shittiest liar."
"You caught me. My secret is officially out. I'm working for Elliot Oswald's wife as her assistant at her law firm."
"Why?"
"Why else do people go to work for, mom? I need the money. My insurance barely covers a quarter of my growing medical bills. I've blown through most of what I've saved up from when I was working for Luanne. The money the club gives me each week helps, but I can't and will not ask for an increase because I know they have families as well. I want to supply a comfortable lifestyle for me and my family. I may be sick, but I am still able bodied to work."
"Has your doctor given you clearance to work?"
"Yes, he did. You can call him for yourself if you don't believe me."
"Have you told Jax about your new job?"
I shook my head.
"No, I haven't. I know he'll say what you just said to me a few minutes ago. Focus on getting better first, focus on my goals for the future later."
"As you should. You should tell him though, Mel. "
"I know. Because lies aren't healthy in a relationship."
"Not only that, but you don't want Gemma to beat you to the punch. Any secret, even the most harmless ones, tend to seem worse when it is revealed by the mouth of Gemma Teller."
"My next visit with him is tomorrow. I'll tell him then."
Gemma and Linda approached Jax and Melanie's home the next day, hearing Abel crying hysterically from inside.
Both women automatically sprinted to the front door to get inside to see what was the cause of Abel's wailing.
When they both made it inside, Gemma and Linda found Abel in his high chair with an unconcious Melanie on the kitchen floor.
Linda and Gemma got down on their knees next to her unresponsive body.
"Mel, Mel honey, can you hear me?', Linda asked, resting her hand on her daughter's forehead.
"I'll call 911," Gemma stated, pulling out her cellphone as she began to get up from the floor to go over and console her crying grandchild.
"From what it looks like, the reason why she passed put was due to her red blood cell count. It was extremely low when she arrived here. If the body is not producing enough red blood cells, that means she is not getting enough oxygen carried throughout her body. We prescribed her some meds to correct the drop in the cell count."
My mom looked over at me.
I had no recollection of even hitting the floor.
The last thing I remember was cleaning Abel's face off after I fed him.
"Is there anything we can do on our end to make sure she gets better?"
"Mrs. Teller here needs all the rest she can get. Her passing out was her body's way of saying it's burnt out and its in desperate need to recharge."
My mother looked at me with her signature "I told you so" smirk plastered on her face.
"Thank you, doctor. Were you the one that gave my daughter clearance, saying she was allowed to work?"
"No, that wasn't me mam. With all my cancer patients, my one suggestion to them is to focus on the healing. The rest can wait."
"Mel bear, you're going to give me the name of that god damn doctor that gave you so called "clearance" to work. What I'm going to do to him.."
"Mom, me ending up in the hospital wasn't his fault. I pushed myself too hard and too far. This is no one's fault but my own."
I was now alone in the hospital room, watching television.
Using the remote connected to the bed, I continued to flick through the channels in hopes of finding something that would hold my attention for more than five minutes.
The telephone on the mobile table began to ring.
I reached over the guardrail, picking up the phone and bringing it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"An inmate at Stockton Correctional Facility is trying to contact you. To accept this call, press one."
I took a deep breath, pressing button number one.
I brought the phone back up to my ear.
"Hey baby," I greeted in a whisper.
"Hey darlin'. I heard through the grapevine that you didn't make it to visitation today was because you were in the hospital.."
"Did that grapevine end and start with both of our mothers?"
"You can say that. How are you feeling? Are you going to be okay? How long do you have to be in the hospital for?"
"Baby breathe. You are allowed to ask one question at a time."
"Sorry, I just.. When I heard what happened, it scared the shit out of me. I didn't know much else except my old lady is holed up in St. thomas."
"I'm sorry that the news scared you. To answer your previous questions, yes, I'm feeling better. The doctor said I'm going to be fine and that I just got to take it easy."
"And what did Melanie Teller say to that?"
"I nodded in agreement. But internally, I was saying that just isn't my style. Never has."
"Mel, you need to do what the docs ask of you. I know my girl is a stubborn bull, but just this once, I need you to give in. I have a hell of a lot of plans for the near future and you're involved in each and every one of those plans. Please, babe, I beg of you, please don't destory my vision."
I hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter! The next chapter is going to jump right to when Jax and the guys are released from Stockton's clutch! Yayy! Until next time!
