AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am going to try and update tomorrow since this chapter is so short and filler like.


Cheyenne doesn't know whether she is concerned for Gemma or pissed at her. She feels like it was a dick move of her to just up and take off with her Jeep leaving her stranded at the nursing home they left her father at. That resulted in Jax, who was still pissed off at her, probably even more annoyed with her for letting his mom get the slip on her.

Gemma had driven back to Charming – to Lip's house – expecting to see Abel. And he wasn't there. The guys and her had to walk into the home to see Gemma collapsing on the ground clutching her heart.

But even more it wasn't even 5 seconds later when they arrived at St. Thomas that Federal Agents came bustling through the door wanting to find all the details on their missing fugitive. Apparently, Gemma made a deal to turn herself and that was a nice perfect icing on a shit cake.

That left her sitting in the corner of the waiting room of St. Thomas. She noticeably sat further away from Jax, which no one questioned. Jax seemed intent on keeping up his cold front.

The only person who was braved enough to take a seat next to her is Lip.

She doesn't mind his presence and even leans her head on his shoulder and finds comfort from him. Sitting in the hospital with him reminds her of when they were teenagers waiting to see if their mom survived her latest overdose.

"I heard Mom was up there," Lip says to her.

She sighs and pulls back from her brother. "I wasn't sure if I was going to tell you. Sorry." Despite her brother having the outward appearance of a tough muscular man, his heart was soft. She knows how her mother could twist him up. Knows he would easily let her back in like all the time he did Nina. She knows outside of Isla, their mother was the main reason he couldn't let go.

"It's alright. Not like it would have changed anything but open old wounds."

"She looked happy. Healthy." Cheyenne tells him a bit sadly. She is happy her mom is clean and sober, but it hurts that she and Lip weren't a part of that.

Lip brings his arm around his sister. "She's just wired differently, Chey. In her own warped way, she did what she thought was best for us."

Cheyenne nods her head shakily. She can understand in a way. She can. "Just as a mother –"

Lip holds her close. "I know, sis. I know."

"What's going between you and my sister?" Lip questions as he and Jax take a smoke break outside of St. Thomas.

Apparently the phone call that Gemma received that triggered her episode had brought down a bomb of information. Apparently Abel wasn't in Canada, but Ireland. Belfast, Ireland to be exact. He knows that they will get to Ireland despite the charges pending against them. They just need to be worried about the how.

Besides, there may be concerns about loyalty about their Irish brothers choosing the IRA over their patch. And that leads to a whole other set of problems that Lip doesn't know if the club can handle in a quick precise manner.

Yet, despite all that shit, Lip's main concern is his family and he had noticed that Jax and Cheyenne couldn't be any further apart at the hospital. And right now is the worse time for Jax and his sister to be pushing each other away.

Jax takes a long drag of his cigarette. "Just shit, man. There's no handbook for this type of shit."

Lip nods his head. "I know, man –"

"Lip, Cheyenne's my old lady. I know you're her brother, but right now…I can't."

Lip decides for once not to push.

After finding that Gemma was awake and pissed, they also learned that Abel was most likely in Belfast. It was that nugget of knowledge that had Gemma's heart going haywire after finding her grandson was across the pond.

Considering that Cheyenne felt unwanted by Jax, she excused herself quickly from St. Thomas.

She heads back to the house and immediately goes into her office. She finds the notebook that contained her budget for remodeling open to where she had hid the paperwork confirming her pregnancy. Since there is no point in hiding the paper anymore, she takes it out as she closes the notebook.

Sighing, she leaves the room to head to the bathroom to shower when bypassing Abel's room, she is taken back by how much of it is destroyed. The dresser seems ruined. There are clothes and toys thrown everywhere. It seems like a tornado had went through the room.

"Jesus, Jax." Cheyenne mutters before heading into the shower.

After the shower, Cheyenne finds herself slowly making the repairs to Abel's room. She doesn't want to really know what had been the breaking point for Jax to do this. However, she doesn't mind the distraction of cleaning.

And cleaning and fixing up the room is the only way she feels close to her son at this point. It's the only thing that she can still feel Abel's presence in her life and that he was there. In her cleaning, she concludes that the dresser is fucking ruined though.

Cheyenne is in the middle of folding Abel's clothes that she is sure won't fit him anymore when a knock comes from the door. She really wants to ignore and that is her plan. However, the knocks become more insistent. Rushing to the door, she opens it and finds Fawn on the other side.

"Where's Isla?" Cheyenne asks.

"Spending the day with Mary and the kids." Fawn tells her as she walks through the door.

Cheyenne closes the door and folds her arms across her chest. "What's up?"

"Seriously?" Fawn asks as she looks around the house. "I'm here to check on you. You obviously are going through some shit."

Cheyenne sighs as she looks away. She knows there is no point in denying or deflecting. The tired doctor bypasses her friend as she takes a seat on the couch. She immediately buries her face in her hands.

"What if we don't get him back, Fawn?" Cheyenne questions. She allows those words – her doubt – to impregnate the air. She feels guilty for even having that thought especially as now they know exactly where her son is at. It's just this pain – this achiness inside – is too much for her to bare.

"You will. You can't think like that."

"How can I not?" Cheyenne ponders. "I never thought my son would be taken from me. That I would have to see a gun pointed at my niece's head. And now I'm supposed to bring another –" Cheyenne stops her words as her fingers go to her mouth. She shakes her head as she stands up from the couch.

"Cheyenne, what aren't you telling me?" Fawn questions.

Cheyenne feels the tears coming down her cheeks. "I'm pregnant."

She watches as Fawn's blue eyes widen in shock. "Pregnant. Jesus Christ, Chey, don't you and Jax believe in protection."

"I know. I know."

"You're a doctor."

"I know," Cheyenne snaps. "I'm stupid and reckless, but I'm having another child that I'm expected to bring into this. And I couldn't even protect my first one."

"Chey –"

"It's the truth. I know and Jax knows it too."

Fawn looks at her friend with harden eyes. "What do you mean Jax knows it too. Did he say something to you?"

"He doesn't have too." She can see it in his eyes and the distance that is slowly tearing them apart.

"Listen to me, Cheyenne; what happened to Abel wasn't your fault." Fawn tells her. "It wasn't."

Cheyenne shakes her head as she wipes away the stray tears.

Later in the day, Cheyenne comes into Gemma's hospital room bearing gifts in the form of a healthy salad from Lumpy's. All at the request of Gemma though, apparently the two of them needed to talk. Although Cheyenne has a pretty good idea of what the matriarch does want to talk about.

"I'm surprised they let you through the door with that," Gemma says as she accepts that salad that has been thoroughly searched.

"I'm known to be pretty persuasive." Cheyenne replies as she takes a seat.

Gemma huffs, "I don't think Stahl feels the same way."

Cheyenne looks at Gemma confused. "What do you mean by that?"

"Stahl came by, threatened to take away my deal. Guess I didn't officially turn myself in." Gemma says as she holds up her handcuffed wrist.

"But you called her." Cheyenne points out.

"She's desperate. Pressing me for Intel on the Irish. Your name came up."

Cheyenne leans back in her chair and her jaw clenches thinking about that annoying little ATF agent. "Well, she was in the room when the FBI interviewed me. She wants things that I can't tell her."

"Why don't you tell me?" Gemma asks.

Cheyenne takes a breath as she thinks back to that day. In the kitchen and unbeknownst to her, two of her children's lives were at risk. "Cameron killed Half-Sack and held a gun to Isla's head. After knocking Isla out cold, I tried to fight him, but he got the advantage and tied me up and took Abel."

"Nothing you could have done about that?" Gemma counters.

Cheyenne looks up at Gemma insulted. "My niece had a gun pointed at her head. I had a gun pointed at my head. I did everything I could."

"Everything except save him."

Cheyenne looks away from Gemma and she vaguely wonders why Gemma is even saying this to her. And why she would even let Gemma sharp words puncture her like this. She knows there is a ring of truth is the words. She didn't save Abel. Her hands hastily begin wiping away the tears that stain her cheeks when Gemma's next words break through her guilt.

"Did you know then?" Gemma implores.

"Know what?" Cheyenne asks confused.

Gemma scrutinizes her. "How far along are you?"

Cheyenne freezes and looks at Gemma guilty. "I can't be more than two months."

"You don't know." Gemma asks surprised.

"No, I don't." Cheyenne says tightly.

"When did you find out?"

"After I got shot at the wake."

"Well that was quick," Gemma mutters. "Who knows?"

"Jax found out by accident," Cheyenne bites.

"Quite the secret queen lately." Gemma taunts.

"I learned from the best." Cheyenne remarks bitterly.

Cheyenne is wiping her face with the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt when she turns the hall and almost runs into someone.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she says as she wipes the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay," the voice replies. "Are you okay?"

Cheyenne looks up and she finds Lyla looking at her concerned.

"I'll be eventually." Cheyenne tells her. "Everything okay?"

Lyla sighs. "Yeah I guess. How are you doing?"

"Taking it one day at a time." Cheyenne tells hers.

"You know I'm heading out for dinner to Lumpy's. You want to come?" Lyla offers.

Cheyenne begins shaking her head, but Lyla interjects. "I think we both can use the company."

Cheyenne finds herself sitting across from Lyla at Lumpy's diner sipping on water as the blonde scrutinizes the menu.

"Are you from Charming?" She asks the single mother as she doesn't really remember seeing Lyla around when she was younger.

Lyla shakes her head. "I'm from Modesto. I only moved up here after I got the job at Luann's."

"Just you and Piper?"

"My family still lives in Modesto. I have an older sister who is married with a litter of kids. She knows about my career and kind of shunned me. But my mom still keeps in contact and will watch Piper."

"What are your plans after porn?"

"I know Opie hates it," Lyla tells her. "But it's a lucrative business and I wouldn't mind doing stuff behind the camera."

"You tell Opie that?" Cheyenne asks.

"He wants me away from it all together. Doesn't think it will be a good example for the kids."

Cheyenne nods her head. It was a real heavy handed opinion from a man that is like her brother. "The men in the club are –"

"Possessive," Lyla finishes with a smirk. "Women are meant to be coveted like their bikes. Don't forget we need the Madonna Whore complex."

"You seemed to have picked up a lot." Cheyenne points out.

"Just because Opie doesn't tell me doesn't mean I don't notice."

"And you and Ope are happy?" Cheyenne asks her. She still thinks it's a little too soon for the two of them to be committing to each other the way they are. Cheyenne can still see Donna's ghost in Opie. And she's glad he seems happy, but she knows Opie. She fears his need to move on will only hurt Lyla.

"Yeah. I never had that with any guy and definitely not Piper's dad." Lyla reveals. "How are you and Jax?"

Cheyenne sighs as she leans back in the booth. Her crow tattoo on her side feels heavier than ever. She decides to tell Lyla the truth. "Honestly, I don't know."

Cheyenne actually arrives back to the house in a good mood for once. She thinks it was nice talking to someone who just listened. Lyla didn't want to really dissect anything. She just listened. And besides they also got to talk about other mundane things and it was nice to just laugh and talk.

After putting away the take home she brought back for Jax and cleaning up the house, she takes a quick shower and hops into bed. For the first time since Abel was kidnapped, she truly feels exhausted and it only takes seconds before she falls asleep.

She thinks she is just about to hit the REM cycle of her sleep when she nearly jumps out of her skin and the bed when she hears a thump against the floor. She immediately leans up and is on the search for the lamp when Jax's voice stops her.

"It's just me."

Cheyenne sighs heavily as Jax scoots into the bed. She squints at the clock to find it to be 2 o'clock in the morning. She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from asking what the hell he was out doing so late, but her curiosity wins.

"Where were you?"

"I don't feel like arguing tonight."

"I didn't realize that was what we were doing." Cheyenne bites out. If anything she thought it was a simple question.

Jax doesn't respond to her. And if there is one thing she knows she is tired of is the cold shoulder and being burned by multiple Tellers. It's bad enough that she knows Jax and Gemma blame her, but for it to constantly be thrown in her face or the passive aggressive that comes with it is just too much for her to handle.

And then Jax expects her to sit there and take it like a punching bag on top of spreading her legs for him.

Cheyenne throws the covers off her and begins searching for a pair of sleeping shorts or pants.

"Where are you going?" Jax asks from the bed.

Finally she locates a pair of shorts as she covers herself. She doesn't bother replying him as for once maybe he needs to be used to silence.

"Cheyenne," Jax says again to which she doesn't reply to. Instead she walks out the door and into the guest room.