"Shit. You've gotta be kidding me! I'm sitting here waiting to find out I have gestational diabetes and your mother gets to go with you to get our son back?"

"Hey, relax. I didn't get her, she blackmailed one of the doctors into helping her escape. And what the hell is gestational diabetes?"

"It means I have to check my blood sugar twice a day until the baby's born."

"I'm sorry, babe. The prospects taking care of you?"

"Yeah. But with the big guy around, I had to get him to go out and get me food cause I have nothing in the house."

"Already? Lyla said she just had the girls stock the house two days ago?"

"It was mostly snacks and desserts. Not much with substance. Lyla said she'd take Melissa and go in a little bit."

"Ok good. As long as you eat. They put you on meds?"

"Yeah. One of them make me sleepy as shit and the other makes me hungrier than I already am. And the last one is a fucking sugar pill."

"That doesn't sound right."

"I know. I have to deal with it for a little bit before they'll fuck with them, so…."

"I'm sorry, babe. I gotta go. We met up with McGee and the guys. I'll call you when we get to the clubhouse."

"Ok. Ride safe. I love you."

"Love you too."

Holly looked at Lyla as they ate in bed.

"You really wanna do this, Lyla?"

"I don't wanna hurt Ope, but I'm not ready for another kid. Not yet while I'm still doing porn."

She sighed softly and nodded before reaching over to grab her phone, looking for the number she hadn't gotten around to deleting yet, putting it into Lyla's phone.

"There. Tell them Holly sent you. Friend of mine and the club's works there. She'll treat you good."

"Thanks, Holly. I know this is huge."

"It's not my place to criticize. Plus it would make me a hypocrite."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not really. Although, I asked to be knocked out so they gave me a sleeping pill and then woke me up afterwards."

She looked at Lyla.

"I will say, though….Opie doesn't handle things like this well. He never has. I'd hate to see both of you get hurt by this."

Holly looked at her phone when it went off later that night, the ringing having woken her up.

"Hello?"

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, darlin'."

"Jax? It's ok. Are you at the clubhouse?"

"Yeah, finally."

"Finally? Did you guys get delayed or something?"

"Yeah, you could say that. But we're fine and whole."

"Have you found out anything on Abel?"
"Not yet. We're being jerked around still."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. But I intend to find out."

She sat up in bed with a yawn, looking at the time.

"So how Happy is Chibs to be with his friends and family again?"
"He's stoked. But everyone wants to know how you are."

"I'm alright. Tired, but I'm good. And hating bedrest."

"I know, babe. But it's for the best. You're ensuring that Abel will be coming home to a family."

"Don't say things like that to me right now. I don't wanna cry."

"I love you, babe. Take care of yourself. I'll let you get back to sleep."

"Love you too. I'll call you later."

Holly looked at her phone in confusion, not recognizing the number that flashed on the screen, but she could tell it was a European number. She answered cautiously.

"Hello?"

"Is this Holly Pavlov? Viola Moretti's daughter?"

"Who's asking?"

"Answer the question."

"You first."

"I'm not playing with you, girl. Answer the damn question."

"I won't say another word until I know what this is. I'm not an idiot."

She heard a deep sigh.

"Proprio come tua madre. Proprio come maledettamente testardo."

"Se tu sapessi chi ero, allora perché lo chiedi?"

"Your grandfather heard you have a problem with the Irish. Particularly James O'Phelan."

"How did he hear that? I've never talked to either of my parents' families."

"Both sides have been keeping tabs on their kids."

"If you've been keeping tabs then why didn't you intervene when something happened? Because I've been through a lot of shit that I could've used help with."

"Your parents made it very clear when they left their families that they were to be left alone. As were you and the sister you lost."

"How much do you know about me?"

"Enough to know that the SoA are taking care of you. Enough to keep your grandfather happy."

"So how do you know about Jimmy O?"

"He's a problem for us. We have a relationship with the IRA as well as SAMCRO. In keeping tabs on him, we've been keeping tabs on the people he

Employs, recruits and comes into contact with. We want to help bring Jax Teller's son home."

"How do you propose to do that?"

"The less you know, the better."
"I don't work that way."

"Do you want to see that little boy again?"

"More than anything."

"Than you will introduce us to the SoA."

"One problem with that, I'm supposed to be on bedrest. I can't travel anywhere and they're in Belfast."

"We can help with that. Be ready to go in the next 2 hours. And meet us at St. Thomas."

She heard the other person hang up, not knowing what to do. She weighed her options. If this really was her mom's family and they wanted to help bring Abel home, then she should take the chance. But if this was a trick, she could be walking into a dangerous trap. She bit her lip, tempted to call Jax and see what he had to say, but she didn't care what it cost her to get her son home. She got out of bed and packed a bag before going out to Phil, telling her to take her to the hospital.

"When we get there, I need you to go back to the clubhouse. And don't ask any questions. I know what you were told to do, and I will deal with the fallout. This won't blow back on you. Ok?"
"I can't just let you go, Holly. Jax'll kill me."

"I won't let him, I promise. Just do this. I'll be ok. I know it."

When they got to St. Thomas, she sent a text to the number saying she was there, but she never got a response. Until a doctor came up to her.

"Ms. Pavlov? Are you ready for your appointment?"

She recognized the voice from the phone and nodded, looking at the guy. He looked like her mom. Like they could've been twins or something. She carried her bags out to the SUV he led her to, letting him take them and put them in the back as she climbed in. She looked at him as he climbed into the front seat.

"The woman next to you is a doctor on our payroll. Amelia. She doesn't speak a word of English. Only Italian. The man next to me is your cousin, Dante. And I'm your uncle. Giovanni."

"Why did mom stop talking to you guys?"

"She was never a big fan of organized crime. Neither was your father. It's why they left their countries to come here."

"And why my dad pulled out of SAMCRO when it turned to running guns."

"Exactly. Now sit back. We have a jet to catch. Did you tell your boyfriend that you were coming?"

"No. I figured I would call him on the plane or something."

"We'll make it a surprise."

Holly looked over as the doctor started talking.

"Ti darò qualcosa per aiutarti a dormire sul jet. Ti sveglierai quando arriveremo."

"Cosa mi stai dando?"

She looked over, starting to panic a little as she pulled out a syringe, pushing it into Holly's arm, pushing the liquid into her. It was only seconds after that Holly passed out, slumping back against the seat.

Holly woke up slowly, shielding herself from the sunlight pouring in through the car window. When she looked outside, she could tell that she wasn't in California anymore.

"Are we in Belfast?"

"Almost. We have a few more minutes. Call your old man."

She looked over at her uncle, still not fully awake yet.

"What?"

"Call Jax Teller. Tell him you're coming. He already called you once."

She looked at her phone's call log, seeing that Jax had called, calling him back.

"You're awake. How're you feeling, babe?"

"I'm, uh….I'm not sure."

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"I'm in Belfast…."

"What? I told you to stay home!"

"I'll explain when I get there."

She hung up before he could say anything else, watching out the window as they drove, the bumps in the road making her stomach hurt. Not that the fact she was in trouble was helping matters. When they pulled up to the clubhouse, she got out shakily, biting her lip as she watch Jax come over to her.

"What the hell, Holly? You're supposed to be in bed right now."

"Jax? This is my uncle Dante, my cousin Giovanni and Amelia. The doctor the mob has on payroll. My mom's family wants to help us get Abel back."

She turned around when a car pulled up behind them, knowing automatically that this was her grandpa. The don. She turned to Jax, a little shaken up, seeing that he was confused as hell.

"I got a call at home from my uncle saying he wanted to help. Next thing I know I'm being told to go to St. Thomas and being put to sleep for the plane ride. I didn't wanna say no, but they have a relationship with the IRA and Jimmy's become a problem for everyone, it seems. So, just be nice. Ok?"

She looked back to find her grandfather standing in front of her, looking her over.

"Sembri proprio come tua madre. Proprio bello e radioso. Posso dire che ti ha allevato bene."

"Grazie, nonno. Questo è Jackson Teller. Il mio vecchio e il padre di mio figlio."

She watched silently as her grandfather looked Jax over, holding Jax's hand.

"Assomiglia un po 'a tuo padre. Stessa posizione. Lo stesso stupido sguardo confuso."

"Di solito non assomiglia a questo, nonno. Sei arrivato in un momento stressante. È un brav'uomo e mi tratta davvero bene."

He looked at Holly, taking her face in his hands for a minute before smiling and kissing her head.

"Sono felice di vederti di persona finalmente. La mia bellissima nipotina."

She smiled a bit at him, lacing her fingers with Jax, hearing the guys behind them.

"Voglio incontrare le persone che si sono prese cura della bambina della mia bambina. Presenta, piccola colomba."

She nodded, looking at Jax.

"He wants to meet the guys. The people who have been taking care of me for so long. Is there somewhere private we can go?"

"Not really. The place is pretty small."

"Ok. Let's sit down then. I'm not feeling so good."

She let him lead her to the other side of the courtyard, sitting down next to Jax and her grandfather.

"Nonno? Sono Clay Morrow, Gemma Teller, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Happy Lowman, Opie Winston e Bobby Munson. Ci sono più membri, ma sono di nuovo a casa in Incantevole. La famiglia che i miei genitori mi hanno dato."

"Grazie a tutti per esservi presi cura di mia nipote. Sono sicuro che non vorrai essere associato al mob. Tendiamo ad essere molto esigenti e difficili da gestire. Ma se c'è sempre qualcosa che posso fare per ripagarti, non esitare a chiedere. È tuo."

She smiled a bit as she looked at the guys.

"He's saying thank you to you all for taking care of me. He's not using this as a business opportunity but if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. He'll do it."

"Now, down to business. Jimmy O. Where is he?"

"You speak English, nonno?"

"Of course, piccola colomba. I just don't like to."

She smiled and shook her head, looking at Jax, leaning into him a bit. The shock was wearing off, but the nausea wasn't.

"I'm gonna go in and lay down. Irish roads aren't sitting well with my stomach."

"Take Amelia with you and get some rest. Eat. Gestational diabetes aren't a joke."

"I will, nonno. I promise. E per favore sii gentile con loro? Questi ragazzi significano molto per me."

"Lo farò. Ora vai sdraiato o ti rompo le gambe."

She smiled when he winked at her, leading Amelia inside, going to lay down.

Holly looked up at Jax as he walked into the room.

"I'm sorry. Everything happened so fast. I saw an opportunity to help out in person and I took it. I don't care what it costs me to get Abel home. I want nothing more than to have a baby with you. A family. But that family includes Abel."

"I know. Your grandfather's pretty cool, actually. He told me a lot about your mom that I didn't know. You're almost exactly like her. I always knew you and were similar, but I never knew how much. She lost a lot but it fueled her decisions like it does for you."

"I know. I always hoped to be like her when I grew up. Even if it was only a little."

"Your grandpa made it clear that he doesn't want us to get into bed with the mob. I think he's trying to keep his promise to your mom. Keep you out of that life."

"Good. I have my fill of organized crime."

She smiled playfully at him as he crawled into bed with her after closing the door, letting him spoon with her, putting her hand on top of his on her bump, pressing herself against his front.

"You doing ok? Your stomach feeling better?"

"I'm not nauseous anymore, but I'm hungry."

"Why didn't you eat?"

"Everything smells funny."

"What do you want?"

"I don't wanna say."

"Why not?"

"It's gross."

"What could be so gross?"

She blushed and shook her head, rolling around to face him.

"Come on, babe. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"How's your mom?"

"Don't change the subject."

She laughed when he started tickling her lightly, trying to squirm away, shaking her head. He didn't stop until she gripped him over his jeans, squeezing lightly. Not that it went anywhere. Juice came in to tell Jax that Chibs was leaving.

Holly sat in the kitchen with Maureen, Amelia sitting in the dining room, watching over Holly.

"I wanna thank you, Maureen. For telling us about Abel."

"How are you doing with that, love?"

"Not good. To be honest, I get your cousin's side of it. Someone kills your kid, you want revenge. But what I don't understand, and no offense meant to your family, is your brother's side of it. Why keep a kid away from their family? Knowing how much pain he's causing, why wouldn't he just give Abel back?"

She got up and walked outside to find Jax, asking Amelia to go back to her hotel room, not wanting to be babysat. She walked over when she found Jax, kissing him softly.

"You gonna fight, babe?"

"Yeah, I am. Wrap me up?"

"Ok. And after the fight, we could wrap something else up."

She smirked at him, wrapping up his hands, kissing them for luck.

"Kick his ass, baby."

"I will for you. Kiss for luck."

She smiled and nodded, kissing him passionately.

"You win, I'll give you more than just a kiss."

She stood next to Bobby as she watched and cheered for Jax, applauding happily when he won, jumping into his arms.

"I think someone promised me a victory lay."

"Yes, I did. Andiamo a vedere se riesci a farmi urlare."

She giggled as she felt him carry her off, smiling at Juice, Bobby and Opie as they walked past them. She looked at the priest coming towards them, climbing out of Jax's arms.

"You must be father Ashby."

Holly sat in the pew with Jax, holding his hand.

"I don't feel right about this, Jax. The need to get rid of Jimmy, I get. But they're using Abel as a fucking bargaining chip. I don't feel good about this. At all."

"I don't either. Call your grandpa. Plug him into our meeting with father Ashby. See what they have to say about it."

She nodded, walking out with him after kissing the feet of the Jesus statue, showing respect.