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"Take the damn test." Gemma shouted outside the bathroom door, glancing back down the stairs to see Tig still standing guard outside in the driveway. "You used to pee through your diaper as a baby. It shouldn't be this hard."

"You yelling at me through the door doesn't help." Delta smarted back, opening up the door to the bathroom while wiping off her hands with a towel. "I took the test. We have to wait five minutes to see the results." She tossed the item aside before perching herself on the counter with a sigh. "It's not like we don't know the answer already."

Gemma stepped inside, standing in front of her daughter. "I knew before you married your husband. Then, seeing you this morning," she reached up and cupped Delta's breasts in her hands, squeezing them playfully. "These will be bigger than mine by next year."

"Shut up." Delta smiled as she smacked Gemma's hands away from her. "I guess I didn't break tradition. I was knocked up at my wedding." She glanced over at the pregnancy test on the other end of the counter. "How am I going to tell Ope? He was so excited about things settling down and finally having some time just for the two of us. I wasn't planning on having a kid already."

Gemma brushed back Delta's hair. "Baby, most kids aren't planned, especially in this family. But, you've had the talk with Ope. You both want kids. He's already got two, and he's great with them."

Delta bit her lip. "Yeah, and I can't even hold my own nephew."

"It will get better." Gemma breathed. She pinched Delta's chin gently, pulling her eyes up to meet hers. "I know you don't feel like it now, but you are going to be the best mom. You'll worry about it the rest of your life, whether or not you did the right thing-"

Delta rolled her eyes. "Stellar pep talk, Mom."

"But, you are the only mother this child is ever going to have. You will know what is best for your own child, and no one can tell you differently." Gemma continued on anyway. "If you want to say no or put your kid in time out, that's your choice. So is the never ending battle of pizza or no pizza for breakfast. Screw the parenting books and websites, and fuck everyone else. You've got a better hunch for this than I ever have, and look how you and your brother turned out."

Delta chuckled with a shake of her head. "Oh, you mean prince of the bikers and the daughter pregnant at fifteen?"

Gemma waved her hand around as if the idea were a fly she had to shoo away. "Those are just circumstances." She pressed her index finger against the center of Delta's forehead. "I've got a son ready to take over a successful business and make it his own, and I've got an independent daughter who graduated with honors, enough honors to get an acceptance letter into Stanford."

"I never got an acceptance letter from Stanford." Delta frowned.

"It came in the mail while you were on your honeymoon, and I couldn't wait." Gemma stated with a smirk. "Congrats. You never told me you applied there though."

Delta's eyes widened. "I never thought I would get in. It was more of a joke than an actual attempt to get in." She leaned back against the wall, shaking her head. "You can't tell anyone about any of this. Not even Dad. I need to tell Opie first, and I have no idea how I'm going to tell him."

"Tell him during sex. He'll be so focused on what he's doing to you, and it will remind him that fucking you in the clubhouse led to this little miracle." Gemma shrugged.

Delta rolled her eyes. "Please, don't tell me that's how you told Dad you were pregnant with me."

"Of course not," Gemma huffed out. "He actually knew I was pregnant before me. He told me to take a test before he and the boys left for a ride. Said he wanted to know if he should get a gift for you while on the road."

Delta smirked. "Probably picked up something for a baby boy."

Gemma chuckled with a shake of her head. "He came back with a pink onsie that said Daddy's Little Biker. I told him I thought you were a girl once I took the test, and I was right. You just felt different from when I carried your brothers." She kissed Delta's forehead. "You'll figure it out, baby."

"Where do you think he is?" Opie asked, his voice quiet despite the sharp edge in it. He sat in his spot at the table in the chapel, his brothers silent as statues all around him. All of them were on the same page, not even attempting to make eye contact with another. The plan was settled - they just had to tell the last person.

"Somewhere remote. Someplace we obviously don't know about." Clay stated.

Jax cleared his throat, staring down at the table. "We didn't want it to come to this, but she may be our only shot."

Opie's nostrils flared as he glared at hihis best friend. "No way are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting. She is my wife, your sister," he turned his eyes to Clay, "you're daughter."

"We just want to ask her. She won't go anywhere. No one is going to put her in danger here." Jax defended himself and the other members. "Making her relive her time with Hale, asking her about details she hasn't been willing to share yet has been what we've been trying to avoid this entire time. But, he's vanished, man."

"So, look harder. He hasn't left. He won't leave without Delta for his sick fantasy." Opie gritted out through clenched teeth. "We've been away for over a month. If there were people watching him, you wouldn't have lost him."

Tig sighed. "Man, we sat on him for days. That ATF bitch he's been boning is missing too. Jax tried to make a deal with her, but she's gone dark. Not just with us, but with her agency. She could be dead or helping him. For her sake, I hope she's in a shallow grave."

Opie shook his head. "Yeah, one he probably has planned for Delta after he gets what he wants from her. I'm not going to chance it. No way."

Clay closed his eyes. "He needs to die for what he did to her, Ope. We can't lose him again. He can't walk away free this time."

Opie nodded, running a hand down his face. "What do you need from me? What should I ask her?"

"We can bring her in. We could have Gemma talk to her-" Jax started to explain, but he was cut off by Opie.

"We do this on Hitler terms." He reiterated. "What do you need me to do?"

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