"We gotta get to the clubhouse. It's your brothers." Tara's fear comes across clearly over the phone.

I wait for her on the front porch, my stomach tied up in knots. One day into them being home and we're already dealing with this shit. If they come back alive, I'm seriously considering killing them. When Tara finally pulls in, I hurry to the car. Her face is ashen and worried.

We make record time getting to TM. Everyone's milling around the parking lot, waiting for them to get back. Gemma rushes over to both of us.

"Fucking cops were here." She taps her foot impatiently. "Trashed the clubhouse."

"Who? The new Sherriff?" Gemma nods. We all watch as Lyla pulls in next. She rushes over to us, a pained expression on her face.

"Any word?" She asks.

"Not yet." Gemma puts her arm around the girl, realizing how shaken she is. What a great honeymoon.

My Braxton-Hicks were back and I was uncomfortable. I make my way over to the office and sit behind the desk. Lyla and Gemma pace the parking lot while Tara follows me. We sit there for a while; forcing small talk and watching everyone else wander aimlessly. Lyla checks in with Neeta, asking her to pick up the kids.


Finally the gate opens and the truck and bikes appear. Relief washes over me and I follow Tara outside. She sprints across the parking lot to greet Jax and make sure he's ok. I walk slowly, growing more and more uncomfortable. Filip meets me about halfway and helps me out.

"Everything ok?" He looks worried when he sees me.

"Yeah, just stressed. I'll feel better when I get to yell at my brother." I tell him. Opie overhears and turns around toward me. "You're an asshole." I tell him without conviction as he pulls me into a hug.

"I'm fine." He whispers.

"You're not gonna be if you do something like that again." I slap his chest.

We all head into the clubhouse and the damage surprises me. When Gemma told us they trashed it, I thought they just tossed it but this was worse than I could imagine. There were gaping holes in the walls, pictures broken and scattered. The damage to the chapel that these guys worshipped in was a disaster; broken glass crunches under their boots.

The bar is dead silent as they assess the room. Tara stands in the middle of it all, struggling with something. She clears her throat.

"I've got good news everyone." She calls out. We all stop and wait. "We're engaged." She pulls her hand out of her pocket, the ring I gave Jaxson yesterday in place. The room erupts with cat calls and whistles. Jaxson and Tara smile and accept their congratulations.

My stomach tightens again, this time in pain. I grip the bar next to me, holding on as it dulls just as fast as it started. Filip is at my side when he sees the color drain from my face.

"I'm not feeling well sweetie." I tell him, sweat prickling against my forehead. He helps me outside and the breeze helps take away the lightheadedness and nausea. I lean against the picnic table, holding on to the sides.

"I'm glad you're safe." I tell him as he stands in front of me. He reaches out for my hands and takes them in his own.

"Take more than some Russians to keep me away from my family." He reassures me.

Another pain rips through my stomach. I lean forward, wrapping my arm around me. I remember all the signs to watch for and I start to think maybe these aren't Braxton-Hicks. The pain lasts a few moments this time.


Filip's POV

"What the hell was that?" I ask Bree as she stands back up. Her face is flush.

"Stupid Braxton-Hicks are getting worse." She says out of breath. I help her sit down and turn back to the clubhouse.

"TARA!" I holler through the door and a second later, the doc is there. She sees Bree's face and goes to check her out. Jaxson and Opie stand next to me, all of us watching the two women.

Bree's face drains of all color and she whimpers a little bit. Before I can move from my spot, Tara smiles up at me.

"We gotta get her to St. Thomas daddy." She explains. I stand there for a moment disbelieving. Opie shakes my shoulder and pushes me to move. I move into automatic, helping Bree over to Tara's car before jumping on my own bike to follow. Opie and Jaxson give Gemma instructions about hospital bags and insurance before following me.

Tara races ahead of us to the hospital. We take it easy with our police escort. By the time we get there, Tara's pulled strings to get her back in a room already. The nurse leads me back there as I pull my kutte off and throw it at Opie. He grabs my wallet before I make it through the doors.

"Yer doin good baby girl." I whisper in her ear for the millionth time. She's exhausted and frustrated. Her doctor is conferring with Tara as I wipe the sweat drenched hair from her forehead.

"I hate you right now." I try not to laugh at her weak voice. "You're never touching me again."

Another contraction sets in and she groans loudly, twisting my hand to help ease her pain. She refuses the medication even after hours of these contractions. When her breathing returns to normal and she lies back again, I let go of her hand and join the two whispering.

"What's goin on doc?" I cross my hands over my chest and look back at Bree.

"One of the babies is breech. We've tried to turn them around but there's no room. We're gonna have to do a C-Section." The doctor whispers. "She wanted to do this naturally."

"So tell her that. She's gonna do anything for these babies." Tara argues.

"Aye, she's right." I back her up.

The doctor nods and steps over to the bed again. Tara and I take our places next to Bree as the doctor explains the situation.

"Why are we still here?" Her weak voice croaks a little and I try not to laugh at her blunt answer.

"We'll get you prepped." The doctor leaves again with Tara.

She's terrified; I can see it on her face. I sit down on the edge of the bed next to her and grab her hand.

"I'm worried." She admits, her face pale with a fresh round of sweat from her latest effort at pushing.

"It's ok lovey. I ain't gonna leave yer side. Yer gonna be just fine." She sighs and her eye lids droop.

The doctor is back with an army of nurses. One of them hands me a pile of clothes.

"We need you to change Daddy." Dr. Johnston orders and I don't hesitate. "Tara's going to assist with the surgery just so you have a familiar face in there."


Opie's POV

"You need to calm down Op. She's fine." Lyla reassures me for the millionth time as I march through the nearly empty waiting room. "C-Sections are common."

"Anytime someone is cutting you open, it's not common." I grumble as I pass her.

Pop's foot is tapping restlessly as we wait for word. Suddenly the doors open. Tara and Filip come out all smiles. Relief floods over me.

"My girl's a fuckin champ. Everyone's healthy." He beams with pride. Everyone descends, clapping him on the back with congratulations. "She wants to see you both." He points to me and Piney. We follow him back, grinning ear to ear.

Bree's pure smile is a rare sight in recent months. She gazes down at her new daughter with tears in her eyes. Filip swoops in, picking up my new nephew and cuddling him close.

"What did you decide on?" I ask, knowing they were debating over names for weeks.

"Ian Harris and Michaela Eve." Her voice is soft and strained. She's exhausted but fighting against it.

"They're perfect." Pop kisses her on the head, his emotions getting the better of him.

She hands Michaela to him and he's already taken. I saw that look before, same one he had when Ellie was born, pure love and protection on his face. Dad was old school, "protect the women, men are men." I'd heard it since we were born. I move in to give my sister a hug, noticing that no matter how worn out she looks, she's beautiful; glowing with love and pride.

"Thank you Opie." She whispers. Her eyes are glassy with tears and pain meds.

"For what?" Filip hands off my nephew and I look down into his blue eyes. Jet black hair covers his head. His natural scowl makes me laugh.

"You're my big brother. That's what." She doesn't make sense as the giggles erupt from her chest. I smile at her. The drugs are really working through her.

"Why don't we get outta here for a little bit? You need your sleep baby girl." I lean over kissing her gently on the forehead as her eyes droop low, the need for sleep overwhelming her.

Tara and Filip take the babies back to the nursery, letting Bree drift off.