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Chapter 36
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In the parking lot of Teller-Marrow, it was filled with unattended bikes. Gemma Teller, who seemed to be years younger, sat out on one of the picnic tables and watched as her two children played with one of the other kids who grew up in the club, Opie Winston. He was the age as her oldest, Jackson. The two had become best friends, brothers just like their fathers were. The part of the sight that made her chuckle was the little brunette girl trailing behind them like she was their shadows. That would be her youngest, little Savannah Teller. She looked up her to her older brother like he was god or something, it was sure a sight to see.
The boys were currently trying to get rid of her, but damn she was determined to show them that she could be just as good as them. They both towered over her in height, especially Opie since he was already hitting an early growth spurt. That boy was going to be a giant when he got older, Gemma was sure of it. She shook her head when she saw Savannah trying to explain to her brother why they needed to let her play. How they needed a girl to rescue from the bad guy and how that was what they always did in movies. She wasn't about to give up either, which was what made it so funny when the boys eventually just gave up and let her play.
The only problem now?
Savannah wasn't very good at pretending to need to be rescued. She wanted to help fight the bad guy, not just wait around for them to 'save' her. She was up on her dad's bike, waiting for Jax and Opie to 'defeat the bad guys' and get her down. Gemma sat tense in her chair as she watched them. She wasn't comfortable with Savannah being up there on her own. She could easily fall off and hurt herself. "Savannah, you be careful now! Jackson, get your sister down from there before I come over there and do it for you!" she warned them, hoping that scared them enough to actually do it. Even at a young age they knew not to mess with her or disobey her.
Jax and Opie sighed, stopping what they were doing to share an annoyed look before looking over at Savannah. She was trying to get down on her own though. The two boys were about to go back to their game when the sudden crash of a bike as a little girl's scream got their attention. "Savannah!" Jax yelled after he heard his mom yell out for her. He didn't waste anymore time in rushing over to her and picking her up from the ground. "Savvy, I am so so sorry. Are you alright?" he asked her as he brushed her off. She was covered in dirt now and he could see that her knee was bleeding.
He felt like the worst brother ever. His mom had asked him to get her down, and he had just let her get hurt. He was suppose to keep her from getting hurt. Not stand by and let her do stupid things to get herself hurt. He panicked when she started to cry, pushing him away from her. He had messed up, and he didn't know what to do now. He felt nervous when his parents and the other guys all showed up from inside. "Savannah, there you are, sweetheart." John Teller, their father, said out to her as he picked her up from the ground. "Why you cryin', darling? It's alright." he told her as he rocked her in his arms, giving her a big smile to show to her that it was alright. Jax sighed, knowing that his dad had it from here.
Savannah rubbed her eyes with one of her little fists while holding onto John with her other hand, burying her head in his shoulder. She sniffled as she hid away from all the other men around them. She didn't want them to see her crying, especially Jax and Opie because they might not let her play again if she's crying. "I-I'm not cr-cryin, daddy. Jax wo-won't let m-me play again i-if I cry." she mumbled into his cut as she kept rubbing her eyes, trying to take deep breaths like her mom had taught her to do when she was upset.
Jax felt even worse upon hearing that. Without needing to be told, he went up to them and tugged on the end of her dress. She sniffled as she rubbed her eyes again and looked down to see what he wanted. "You can play if you want, Savvy. Just . . . just stick by me if you do so I can protect you." he told her, vowing then that he wouldn't let Savannah get hurt again, especially by something he had done or didn't do for that matter. He was going to protect her from the bad guys as long as he lived, and that was a promise.'
The sound of beeping met her ears as she started to come to. Her eye lids felt so heavy, but she wanted to open her eyes. With as much effort as she could spare, she let her eyes flutter open. She felt blinded for a second, forcing herself to blink a few times as everything came into focus again. She groaned as she looked around, only to find that she was in the hospital. She wasn't sure how she had gotten here, but that could be because she couldn't remember anything after the fight with Juice before something exploded. "Savannah? Good, you're awake. Hopefully for more than a few minutes this time." she heard a voice say out to her, catching her attention and drawing it to the other side of the room.
It was Tara, who had just had the luck of coming inside of the room. Savannah winced as she sat up in her bed. She looked around the room and saw flowers everywhere. She had no doubt that they were from all of the guys. "What, um, what happened? How long have I been out for?" she asked her, her voice cracking from being so dry. She cringed as she felt her head, only to find a bandage wrapped around it. She didn't know what was going on. She hadn't been hurt like Chibs had been with the explosion. Juice had made sure of that when he practically tackled her to the ground and covered her from the blast.
Tara sighed softly as she took down notes on her chart before sitting on the edge of Savannah's bed. "Well, you're talking this time. That's good. You've been out for about a week." she explained to her. "You hit your head when Juice pulled you to the ground pretty hard. On top of the concussion you were already healing from, it caused your body to shut down to protect you and . . . and the baby." Tara told her carefully, not knowing how Savannah was going to react. She hadn't told anyone that part of why Savannah had been effected more by the wound than just hitting her head. She wanted to tell Savannah first.
Savannah's head snapped up at the mention of a baby. She shook her head, she couldn't be pregnant again. Tara had to be mistaken. It had only been a couple of months since she had lost the first baby. There was no way she could be pregnant, there just wasn't. "N-no, you have to be mistaken, Tara. It-it's too soon for this to happen. I-I haven't even slept with . . . oh, my god." she rambled before stopping short as her eyes widened and her hand flew up to her mouth, realization coming over her. Flashes of her and Juice from that night played in her mind. They had been in such a rush, they didn't even pause long enough to use protection, but she was on the pill. Didn't that mean anything anymore?
Tara sighed, knowing that this wasn't going to go over well. She had a pretty good guess as to who had gotten Savannah pregnant, but she wanted Savannah to come to terms with it on her own. She was just hoping that she kept her stress levels down while she was coming to those terms. She wasn't going to let her friend go through what she did before. She still blamed herself for that miscarriage, seeing as she had brought Josh Kohn to Charming in the first place. "Hey, shh. You need to stay calm. You're about two weeks pregnant, and the baby is fine. Everything is going to be just fine." she assured her to the best of her capability. She was hoping that she was helping her friend at least a little bit. She wanted to make it up to her for the last time.
Savannah nodded and took a few deep breathes as she laid back against the pillows. She couldn't believe that this was happening. She couldn't be pregnant, not again. There had to be some mistake, or some cruel joke. "It's just . . . I can't be pregnant, Tara. Juice and I . . . we're not even together. With this whole Zobelle thing, he'd be even too busy to care, let alone sit still long enough for me to tell him." she went to tell her more calmly. She didn't want to risk this baby anymore than Tara did. She owed it to her first lost child to come through for this baby.
Tara looked wary, giving signs of having even worse news. Not that being pregnant was bad news to start off with, but not what she needed to hear right now. She sighed, reaching out for her hand. "Juice is actually here. While you were out, some things went down and some of the guys were arrested." she started to tell her, only pausing in case Savannah didn't want to hear the rest. The girl in front of her squeezed her hand, telling her to go on. "While there, Juice was stabbed twice. He's alright, he was lucky. Neither of the knives struck any arteries, so he got very lucky. He's just a few rooms down actually." she explained to her, giving her a weak smile. She was hoping that she hadn't upset her too much, but she knew that Savannah had every right to know that he was here.
Savannah silently thanked god before taking a deep breath. Even if she wasn't with Juice, she still cared about him a lot more than she should. Now, add onto the fact that she was going to have his baby, things were about to get even more complicated. "Is, um, is he awake?" she asked her, not knowing if she really wanted to know though. Well, she did, but then again, she didn't. She didn't want to tell him about the baby. As bad as that was, it was true. Telling him right now would just cause more trouble for her. Not for just her, she knew that was selfish to say, but she wasn't sure if she could go there with him again.
She knew that if he knew there was a baby, he would just push more for them to get back together, and she would end up giving in. She wasn't sure she could deal with him pushing more on top of everything else that was going on. "Yeah, he's been asking about you every time a nurse comes into his room. I'm pretty sure he'd be in here himself if he was able to leave his bed. I can get you a wheel chair if you want to go see him?" she chuckled, trying to stay positive for the expecting mother to be. She knew how important staying calm was going to be for Savannah, and she might not admit it, but knowing Juice was alright was going to help her more than she knew. Savannah might not want to, but Tara knew that she cared just as much about Juice as she herself and her baby.
Savannah was tempted on going to see him, tell that she was alright and he could worry about himself. The only thing keeping her from doing just that? The baby. She sighed as she looked down at her flat stomach. She couldn't go in there and not tell him. So it was either go in there and tell him, or don't go in at all. She shook her head looking back up at Tara, she couldn't do it. "I-I can't. I'm sorry, Tara, I just . . . I can't tell him." she told her as her calm attitude started to slip. She was able to catch herself though as she took a few deep breathes and laid back in her bed. She turned to her side, facing away from Tara. "Can, um, can you just tell him . . . tell him that I'm awake and fine?" she asked her, knowing that she couldn't look him in the eyes right now.
She knew that if she couldn't even look at Tara while saying that, that she couldn't look him in the eyes and not tell him the truth about what was going on. Tara held out for a minute, but it was clear that Savannah had made up her mind. It was times like this that she remembered that Savannah was Gemma Teller's daughter. Just as stubborn, and just as guarded. She sighed as she touched Savannah's arm. "I'll go tell him now then. I'll come back to check in on you later." she told her sadly before getting up from her seat. She paused, giving Savannah the chance to change her mind, but she didn't. With another hesitant pause, she finally gave up on waiting and left the room.
Savannah bit her lip as she heard the door close behind her, the sob finally leaving her lips as she held onto her stomach. On the other side of the door, Tara stood listening to Savannah's sobs with a shaky breath of her own. The Teller family was falling apart, and there was nothing she could do about it. Clay and Jax were fighting left and right, Gemma was shutting down, and Savannah was pregnant and alone. Things couldn't get worse even if they tried to be. Tara leaned against the door, running a hand through her hair. She was as deep into the Teller family drama as they were. Things were coming to the boiling point though, it was only a matter of time before everything exploded.
She just hoped that no one was caught in the crossfire of that.