{Mentions of graphical childbirth}

"HELP!" Ima screamed, banging a balled-up fist on the back of the door, hoping someone was going to hear her over the laughter and slight music filling the clubhouse. "Help!" Her voice annoyed filled the air once more, sounding much more panicked than before.

Harley groaned as she lowered herself to the floor, leaning her back against the wall as she set to breathing through her nose and out through her mouth. Ima shoved her hand into the bag on her shoulder, shakily pulling out her phone before she pulled it open and frantically searched her contacts.

"Just… Keep breathing, Harley." She told the brunette, wincing at the look of anger that'd been sent her way. Ima turned, listening to the ringing on the other end before the phone was answered. "LYLA! Where are you?"

Harley breathed, vividly listening to Ima's frantic talk as she continued to breathe deeply, wondering why everything bad seemed to happen to her. She knew that the blonde had caused the pain she was suddenly feeling and hoped for her sake that her son wasn't harmed in anyway. She tried not to think about just how early he was coming, preferring to focus on the fact that she was basically in labor.

"Just get here now and tell them we're in Jax's room!" Ima exclaimed before she shut the phone and dashed to Harley, kneeling a few feet in front of her due to her lack of knowledge when it came to childbirth. "I'm really sorry, Harley! I'm Sor-"

"Say you're sorry one more time and I'll kick you so fucking hard!" Harley groaned out, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of pain filled her lower stomach. She breathed through it, singing a song in her head in order to keep her mind off the pain. "God, it hurts so bad." Harley found herself admitting, her breathing picking up slightly. "Help me up." She demanded, holding her hand out to Ima who was quick to dash forward and help Harley to her feet.

Ima said nothing as she allowed Harley to grip onto her forearms, trying not to panic more than she was already doing. The two women paced the room back and forth slowly, Harley breathing deeply and groaning every so often as Ima winced when her blood circulation began to cut off from Harley's harsh grasp.

Ima jumped when she heard banging on the toher side of the door. She met Harley's wide eyes before she opened her mouth. "WE'RE IN HERE!" She shouted out, thankful when she heard the music and laughted die down in an instant.

"What's going on in there?" Gemma's voice demanded as Harley heard the door being fiddled with. "You alright, baby?"

Harley went to open her mouth, a painful moan leaving her mouth instead. To Harley, it felt like a life time till she sure the door being kicked open, the hinges hanging from the doorframe when in reality, it'd been less than two minutes.

Opie's over-sized form came into view as he took a look at the situation, his mouth gaping before he dived for Harley, taking her into his own embrace and nudging Ima out the way. Harley herself ignored everyone else who seemed to want to know what was going on and was thankful when her mother began to shoo everyone away.

"Are you alright?" Opie demanded, trying to catch her eyes before he noticed the way she seemed to grip onto him. "The b-baby?" Harley merely nodded as she nodded towards her soaked trousers. "Shit... Gem! Call an ambulance."

Harley buried her head into Opie's chest when a particularly strong pain filled her lower stomach. She Whimpered loudly when the man tried to lead her to the door, shaking her head as she squeezed her eyes shut. "I-I can't move, Ope... Please."

"Alright, alright." He soothed, lowering her to the ground as he followed, eyeing Gemma who seemed to be in pregnancy mode, shooting in and out of the room with blankets and towels. "Everything's gonna be alright... I promise."

"It's not!" Harley cried out, shaking her head as she breathed deeply. "Opie, it's too early... H-He's not gonna-"

"Don't you finish that sentence." Opie interrupted in a harsh demand. "Both you and the baby are gonna be fine. Ambulance is on its way and I'm here with you, yeah?" He told her, his voice shaky as he received a nod from Gemma who had stationed Chibs outside the broken doorway in order to give the three some privacy.

Harley shrugged her jacket from her shoulders, heat beginning to fill her body as she sighed deeply. She vividly heard Gemma talking to Opie before she felt his large hands on her jeans, pulling the button undone and pulling them from her form. Before she had a chance to even blink, he had moved so that he was sat behind her, Harley resting against his chest as Gemma took over, acting as midwife.

"Harley... I know you're scared, believe me, I am to..." Gemma whispered out, making sure her daughter was looking into her eyes before she continued on. "You need to push with the next pain." Harley shook her head rapidly, finally letting the tears fall as she whimpered loudly.

"I don't want to push." Harley told her, letting her eyes fall shut at the heartache she was feeling. "He's early ma'! Please, he's not gonna make it!"

"Harley, this baby is coming now." Gemma told her with a firm nod. "He's coming now and you need to help him along because he can't do it on his own. I know you're scared but do it for your little boy. Do it for Opie." At the mention of Opie, Harley let her eyes fall open once more, her arms gripping his forearms as she felt him squeeze her.

"But he can't come out!" Harley sobbed, clenching Opie's forearms against the pain. "Please, Opie! You can't let him come out yet! He's not strong enough, make him stay where he is, please!"

"We can help him once he's here Harley." Opie found himself telling her, his voice thick with emotion and though he didn't want to admit it, he could feel the tears burning in his eyes. "We'll make sure he's safe, Harley." Harley took a few deep breaths before she nodded, meeting Gemma's eyes who smiled softly at her.

So, Harley pushed, and pushed, and pushed. She screamed and cursed, cried out in pain and anger that she had let this happen. She had let harm come to her baby while he was still growing and she knew she'd never forgive herself. Ten minutes was all it took for Harley to birth baby Winston. However, once the tiny little boy had entered the world, Harley felt her heart trying to claw out of her chest.

"W-Why's he not c-crying?" She demanded, her face sweaty and cheeks red as she watched Gemma who was looking equally as scared, the little boy in her arms as she rubbed her hand over his chest, trying to coax the baby into a cry. "Opie..."

"Gemma?" Opie whispered, not caring that tears were pooling from his eyes and he wrapped his arms around a shaking Harley. The two parents watched Gemma intently, praying that their little boy would make his presence known.

Seconds before Harley was about to scream out, Gemma beat her to it as she laughed through a wave of tears. Harley's eyes shot to the baby in her mother's arms whose little legs were now kicking slightly. Another moment passed before the little boy let out a high-pitched wail. Opie was the second to laugh through his tears who was quickly followed by Harley.

The two parents watched as Gemma made quick work of cleaning the baby up with the damp towels she had brought into the room. Once she had did so, she wrapped the tiny baby in a set of blankets before she held him out to Harley who took him into her arms instantly.

"H-He's so small." She stuttered out in a whisper, her eyes glued to the baby's face as she felt herself falling in love with the baby all over again. Opie's hand came into view as he brushed a finger down the baby's face, his hand double the size of their sons head. "Opie he's tiny..."

"I know, baby." Opie whispered, knowing the boy was clearly much smaller than Tara's baby who was a few days old. He didn't have the chance to say anything else as a pair of paramedics entered the room, moving to check on mother and baby instantly.