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Leaning against Gemma's counter, Gabby worked on shucking the corn, it was Forth of July and Gemma had wanted to do a barbeque to celebrate just like she did every year. While Gemma dealt with the meats and putting the remaining Sons to work doing the grill, and Ellie had helped with the salad before running back outside to play with water pistols along with Kenny and Piper. Tara was cutting up watermelon standing next to Gabby.

Lyla who was cutting potatoes for the home made potato salad looked up towards Gabby who at this point was in a red tank top and black yoga pants considering in the last month since she got back to LA had popped out even more to where she couldn't hide the pregnancy behind a baggy sweatshirt not like she would want to the summer had also heated up hitting mid nineties on a good day. "So you excited for the fireworks?"

Gabby flinched a bit remembering the last time she had gone solo on lighting fireworks, she liked them but after that incident the only ones she could handle were the professional ones that went up about two hundred feet in the air. "Nope going to stay in here, … its safer."

"Why don't you like them you used to talk about them non stop when you were like five always wanting to go to the parades or events because of them?" Tara asked.

Gemma chuckled, "she don't like them because she was stupid and lit one in an empty lot without anyone, it blasted her ass back and caused a fire."

Kneeling in an empty lot that now housed an old gardening shed that looked like it could fall over at any minute along with the acre lot of weeds and overgrown shrubbery that instead of the clean green now showed signs of beige with trash that had been dropped off here along with what the wind had collected overtime, Gabby grabbed the long reddish orange stick from her plain blue backpack she had gotten earlier that year for the start of third grade. She had found it along with a stash of what looked like modeling clay on the top shelf in the garage the weekend before. Placing the stick down on the cold ground she fished through her backpack once again to grab a box of matches.

The stick had a wick popping out the top and looked like it could be one of those fireworks that her dad would light on the forth of July while she sat between her Uncle Vince and Uncle Jesse watching the lights rocket out the firework in a display of color, sadly she wouldn't get to enjoy that with her dad anymore since five months earlier he had run and now considered a fugitive of the US and since then all her family had split leaving her and her Aunt Mia, alone. Lighting the match she held it to the wick dropping it when the wick caught and started sparking down the three-inch wick. Grabbing her backpack she ran back about twenty feet, she saw the smoke come off it in waves before the blast hit knocking her to her back, hitting her head on the packed dirt the last thing she remembered was the blinding light and the loud sound of BOOM.

She had woken up in a hospital bed her hearing had been shot for two days after words and she had given herself a mild concussion from hitting the back of her head on the cold hard ground, that had been the easy part because for those two days after the hospital and before her hearing had come back had been especially tense, the anger could be seen rolling off her pop's back in waves and her ma being very pregnant with Kenny and dealing with a one year old Ellie only gave her irritated looks and pissed off expressions. It also became the last time she played a stunt in hopes to get her dad's attention.

"Yeah I was stupid and after those two days and the doctor cleared me, I got my ass handed to me and been grounded for two months," Gabby recalled.

Gemma adding her own input spoke up, "but you never did it again and you boycott anytime we do fireworks."

Tara raised an eyebrow at that, "so you lit a full stick of dynamite."

Opie who just walked through the opened kitchen door, spoke startling the women who were so busy listening to the story hadn't been paying attention, "yeah she did."

Lyla then asked, "you kept dynamite in the garage in reach of a kid?"

Opie shook his head, "no had it on the top shelf, she was just an overly curious nine year old."

Gabby decided to stop the questions that no doubt get her pop riled up and allow for more of her childish and stupid antics come to light especially the once that happened during the five years her pop had been away and to her knowledge didn't know, "lets talk about something else." Turning to Tara she asked, "so are you excited to have a boy?" she herself was two months away from giving birth with Tara about a month after her.

Later that month, Gabby headed into the small office Gemma occupied fans were blowing hot air around trying to cool the room off while staplers and cups that were empty kept the loose papers that piled around desk and steel files from flying to the ground. "Hey Aunt Gemma can I ask you something?"

Gemma looked up from the paper in front of her to Gabby wearing a skirt and a tank top, he eyes almost bulging at the sight she hadn't seen Gabby in a skirt since she was little and Donna had put her in it and dresses was few and far between only coming out when forced with the occasion, Gabby's belly had protruded even more and you could clearly see she was close to the end of her pregnancy, "what can I do for you darlin."

"I was wondering if you were hiring, I know that I will have to take time off after I give birth to my baby boy but I know cars and anything with an engine so I could help out after and I could help you out till I can do the garage so that you can spend time with Abel and Thomas, when he comes." Her baby's name not being said since she was keeping it secret till he was born, not wanting everyone to give inputs on what it should be like they were doing to Tara till Thomas had been decided as the name as remembrance to Jax's baby brother who had died as a child.

"I thought you had that job at the diner, and didn't Opie say you couldn't work at TM."

"Well I kinda got fired my manager doesn't want to promote teen pregnancy and all and I had been late twice this month and my belly kinda got in the of what I was trying to do while at work, so she used those as an excuse to let me go, so kinda need a job and I can talk to my pop about working here I just don't want to deal with it if I'm not even going to be able to get the job," Gabby spoke as her hands slightly pressed on her sides when her baby kicked or moved around.

"Well I know you're a good worker so I will hire you, you just need to get Opie to agree."

A smile broke out on Gabby's face at hearing the news, "thanks, I'll talk to him when he gets back from the run."

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