AN: A dear friend of my wrote this chapter! So credit goes to her!

*Andrea*

I've been in Charming for 3 days now and it was nothing like I expected. The guys are quite literally a family not only calling each other brother but acting like it too. That first morning I woke up at Ope's I unpacked my stuff, it didn't take long considering I didn't bring much but Donna insisted it would help make me feel at home. I've been working at the garage on vehicles; it's mostly mundane work like oil changes and replacing tires but it's a job that was given to me so I can't complain too much.

Gemma decided throwing an official welcome party in my honor was something we had to do and no amount of convincing could change her mind. I've quickly learned what Gemma wants Gemma gets, so we had a party and in what I'm told is true SOA fashion there was lots of alcohol, weed, good music and naked women. I have to admit seeing Bobby eat out the croweater on the bar was not how I envisioned my time in Charming but Jax told me that it was a typical night at the clubhouse. Seeing someone eating pussy or getting blown was something that I would get used to.

So now that I've caught you up on the last few days, I'm currently walking into the office to give Gem the paperwork and keys to the old Corolla I've been working on.

Slamming her phone down on the desk, Gemma looks up to the doorway "Hey Andy." I notice she looks stressed.

"Hey Gem, that Corolla is done but you need to tell the owner it doesn't have much life left in it." I tell her as I pass over the keys and papers.

"Will do honey." she mumbles and I'm not sure she even knows what I'm saying.

"You okay Gem." She sighs and looks up to me.

"Haven't heard from Jax's ex, the junkie bitch hasn't answered either of us in weeks." She states, worried.

Jax had told me all about Wendy, why he married her and how he came to realise his mistake. He also told me how he felt guilty and slept with her once she was clean after hoping his efforts to reconcile would keep her clean. After it happened he knew he couldn't stay with her just because it might keep her sober. It was something she had to want to do for herself but that one time resulted in her getting pregnant.

I look around the room as my eyes find the window. I see Jax rushing out into the lot. I call him "Jax!"

"Hey darlin'." Sending me his famous smirk while he's strutting towards me. He really is a good looking guy, his hair is messy but in that good way only he can pull off and he's got a tan forming.

"Your mom hasn't heard from your ex and she said you haven't either, maybe it's time to do something about it. You know check in on her at least for the baby's sake?" Looking up at him I can see his concern, a look I've not seen on him in my short time of knowing him. He really is worried, but with Wendy's past he'd be crazy not to be.

He steps around me, popping his head in the door of the office. Gemma still sat at the desk trying to file the paperwork the boys have no doubt made a major mess of.

"Hey ma, go to the house check on the junkie for me. I may not love her but she's still carrying my kid. We're heading out on club business or I'd do it myself." He says to his mother.

"Sure thing baby, I'll head over there soon." She says giving up on the mess of papers.

The boys all come out of the clubhouse heading towards their bikes, getting ready for the "club business" Jax had just mentioned, he nods to his mom turning to walk past me to his bike sending me a sly wink, Shouting out "I'll catch you ladies later!" Straddling his bike and taking his place up front with Clay as they roar out of the lot.

Looking toward the office I went back in to get my next job. "What's next on my list Gem?"

Standing from her chair, she looks at me. "You sweetheart are coming with me." She says as she grabs her purse and cell phone.

"To Jax's?" I ask in shock.

"To Jax's." She confirms as she walks past me out of the office towards her car, I jog to catch up and jump in the passenger seat.

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*Jax*

Not hearing from Wendy was starting to gnaw at my mind, but right now I've gotta put that in the back of my head. Because, our gun warehouse just blew up and we gotta deal with that. Driving out to the location of the warehouse I can feel the tension radiating off our small group, this won't be anything but shitty. I can feel the pit forming in my stomach, and the thought of the amount of money that we just lost is making me feel nauseous.

Pulling up to Bluebird with Clay, Tig and Bobby we see the sheriff and the fire department at the scene.

"What the hell happened?" Clay demands as we meet Trammel, each of us looking around at a bunch of burned to hell rubble that was once our warehouse.

"Propane tanks caught fire, ammo was in there the place just blew." Trammel explains looking around at us.

"Shit!" The frustration is clear in Clays voice.

"Yeah, and the fire dick says it was arson, saw a lot of boot prints." The information Trammel is giving us is fucking bad, this shit shoulda never happened.

"Cowboy boots?" Clay asks, meaning he's thinking Mayans and that's what I was thinking too.

"Yeah, I think so." Trammel confirms looking at the ground, to avoid our gazes. I wouldn't want to be the one telling us this either.

"Shit-eatin' Mayans, man." Tigs adds from behind me voicing what at this point is surely what all four of us are thinking. This is the last thing we need right now as a club. I'm about to bring a kid into the world soon. I don't need us going through nasty shit when he finally comes.

Though there's one thing that's bothering me as we're walking through what was left of our warehouse. Where the hell was our goddamn guard? "Where the hell was Rodrigo?" I spit out to Trammel, pissed off that he seemingly wasn't here to protect our stock.

"No sign of your watchman." He informs us continuing to look around the premises.

"What's the exposure?" Clay asks.

"Officially? me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report." Trammel informs us obviously hinting at a payoff as he continues to show us the damage.

"Unofficially?" I ask from behind him.

"Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties. This location is dead." He states.

"Jesus Christ." Clay says exactly what I'm thinking, the hits just keep coming and finding a new location at short notice is going to be difficult to say the least.

"The M4s?" Clay grumbles with a murderous look on his face.

"Gone, as are most of the Glocks." One more piece of bad news to add to the crap pile, how much worse could it get.

Clay kicks what's left of our warehouse, shouting out in frustration honestly he's acting like a child but I'd rather him take his aggression out on the building remains than on me.

"Get the firemen on board. Don't want this shit hittin' A.T.F. 's radar." I tell Trammel as I take a wad of money out my pocket giving him a few notes.

"Let's get out of here." I tell the guys as I turn to head back to my bike. I'm done with this shit I need to go back to the clubhouse, have a beer and try to figure out how we move forward. This is gonna cost us big time.

"Hold on. You gotta see something else." Trammel tells so I turn back to look at him.

"Do we really?" The sarcasm clear in Clay's voice, how many more hits are we gonna have to take today.

As we follow Trammel over to the back edge of the warehouse rubble, hundreds of insects are buzzing around two dead women and it's clear my earlier thought of things not being able to get any worse might have been wrong.

"Goddamn. Fried and refried." Clay grunts.

"They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew." Tig adds as I look around shaking my head I was definitely wrong it just got worse now so maybe I'll enjoy a joint with that beer.

"We found them before the F.D. Went through." Meaning that for now nobody but us five know about them.

"Well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies." Clay states like its nothing disposing of two dead women and to him it's probably not but it never sits well with me when women are involved.

"What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown? I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning." Trammel questions.

"Call the gangster hotline, set a meetin'." Clay tells him as he heads for his bike.

"Right." Trammel agrees and I give him the rest of the cash I have on me as the original payment wasn't enough to cover all the extra work he's now gonna have to do.

Walking back to the bikes Clay holds his gun out behind him to me "Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless." He begs.

"It ain't easy being king." I tell him knowing that ultimately all this shit falls on him everyone will look to him for answers that he doesn't have right now and he likes total control too much to ask for help.

"Yeah. You remember that." His comment doesn't go unnoticed and I know one day I'll be sat at the head of the table, one day my time will come but unlike him I'm not above asking for help and I'll use my men when I need them and I'll be glad to have them stand by my side.

Heading back to the lot I look around when I pull in ma's not here and Andy seems to be gone too so maybe she went with ma to check on Wendy. Checking out the garage I see half-sack has brought in a tow in with a deer sticking out the windshield.

"Some days you're the Beamer... some days you're the goddamn deer." I say to the boys.

"Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams." Chibs tells me while working on getting the car off the tow.

"He run into it, or hit a tree while it was giving him head?" I joke inspecting it a bit closer.

Half-sack looks at me "How the hell do you want me to get it out of there?" He's looking at me like a lost kid.

Smirking at him I jump over the tow line heading to the side of the truck and pull out a small chainsaw.

"Come on. Jesus, man." He laughs out as he sees it.

"Just pretend it's "Carve your own steak" night at Sizzler." After telling him that he looks at me disgusted as I hand it over to him.

"I don't eat meat, man." He almost whines out, well that explains the look.

"Figure it out, grunt." I tell him as I walk towards the clubhouse to join the guys for church. I haven't heard from mom yet and I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Putting my pre-pay in the box I enter church and sit in my chair as the rest file in hoping we can figure this shit out with our guns.

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*Andrea*

The drive to Jax's didn't take too long as we pulled to a stop outside what I can only assume is Jax's house, Gemma shuts the ignition off and turns to me. "Come on, let's go see why she can't seem to answer the phone all of a sudden."

As we walk up to the front door I notice about a week's worth of newspapers on the steps, blocking the front door. Gemma kicks one out the way as she makes her way up the stairs. Knocking on the door loudly "Wendy!" We're both tense as we wait but there seems to be no answer.

"I'll go check round the side to see if I can see anything through the window." I tell her as I move round the house past the car. Looking through what I think is a kitchen window I put my hand up to the glass above my eyes trying to look around the room. That's when I see Wendy passed out on the floor, a mixture of what looks like melted ice cream and blood surrounding her.

"Shit! Gemma!" I cry out and hear her heels clicking quickly towards me.

"What baby, what's wrong?" she questions in a frantic tone.

My head snaps towards her "Call 911, she passed out on the floor she's bleeding between her legs Gemma!"

"Fuck!" she shouts and gets her phone out. The next few minutes are all a blur. I can hear Gemma telling them Wendy's locked in the house, pregnant and bleeding on the floor but I can't look away from the window watching her just hoping that baby will be okay.

The next thing I know the police are breaking down the door and paramedics are storming in then wheeling her out the house and into the ambulance. "We'll be taking her to St. Thomas, you can meet us there."

"C'mon sweetheart, try calling Jax and I'll drive us back to the garage." She gently pushes me back to the car. Once we've pulled away I take my phone out and try Jax but it goes to voicemail so I just keep hitting redial hoping he'll pick up.

Pulling into the lot Jax still hasn't answered so as we come to a stop Gemma lays on the horn getting everyone's attention. Jax and the others come rushing out the clubhouse as Gemma and I get out of the car.

"What the hell is going on?" Clay shouts at us from the clubhouse door as Jax rushes over to me.

Once he's standing in front of me, his hand cups my cheek wiping away a stray tear. I didn't even know I was crying. "Darlin' whats wrong?" he questions, concern leaking into his words, his hand still cupping my face as the other comes to rest on my waist, I rest my shaking hands on his chest.

"She's at the h-hospital, the ambulance t-took her, t-there was s-so much blood, I'm so s-sorry Jax." I stutter out, not even sure I'm making sense. Normally I'm a bad bitch but this is an innocent baby and for some reason this has shaken me more than I would've expected. His confusion turned to a mixture of anger, sadness and disbelief.

"My kid?" His voice is strong but his eyes betray the fear he's feeling.

"I don't know Jax, they were taking her to St. Thomas we can go right now and find out what's happening." I tell him I'm sure my facial expression and tone is telling him just how sorry I am for not being able to give him answers he needs.

Before I can even completely comprehend what's happening Jax has dragged me to his bike, pulled me behind him and speeding out of the lot, taking us to the hospital. I squeeze his waist trying to help calm and reassure him that I'm here and not going anywhere.

Jax barely pulls his bike into a spot before we jump off and rush through the doors of the hospital. Jax leading me, holding my hand, I gave his hand a small squeeze for support. "My ex wife was brought in not that long ago, she's pregnant with my son. Wendy Teller, tell me where they are." The lady at the desk quite honestly looks frozen. Jax's voice is commanding, taking over the small area we're in while I'm just standing here impatiently tapping my foot thinking could this fake blond be any slower .

"I-I um s-she's in labor a-and delivery, t-the 3rd floor." And honest to god the bottle blond has barely finished stuttering out her answer before I find myself being pulled to the elevator by Jax's who still had his hand linked with mine. Waiting in this stupid metal box for the 45 seconds it takes for us to go up two floors felt like an eternity. Finding the desk in Labor and delivery proves unproductive as there aren't any medical personnel in sight.

By the time we have found a nurse and she's letting the doctor know we're here; Gemma, Clay, Bobby and Chibs have also turned up and are waiting behind us like some weird SOA entourage.

As we waited for the doctor to come down that hall, we'd moved to the chairs that were near the desk. Jax and I next to each other he was now playing with my finger as we waited, Gemma and Clay opposite us holding hands too with Chibs and Bobby to our left.

Gemma had her purse on her lap and suddenly started digging through it "I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog." She explained, discreetly showing the guys.

"Shit." the guys chorused, "It's gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again." Clay theorized.

"Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago," Bobby told us grimly.

"Yeah, well, call that Nazi prick. Set a meeting." Clay said looking between Bobby and Chibs.

Just as the pair were about to take their leave a man around Jax's age came down the hall and we looked up at him as he stopped not far in front of us. "Mr Teller?" He questioned, eyeing the crowd wearily as Jax stood, pulling me with him.

"Yeah, that's me." He said as the rest stood up from their seats. Jax pulled me up to the doctor with him, his hand tightening around mine nerves radiating from him.

"I'm Doctor Reynolds. I've been looking after your wife." He said looking at Jax.

"No offence doc, but one she's my ex and two what the hell happened?" Jax was glaring at this Doctor so hard if looks could kill this dude would be six feet under.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Reynolds questioned, as he walked us down the hall towards a room with a glass sliding door. I could see Wendy on the bed and her belly was a hell of a lot smaller.

"Couple of weeks." Jax told him, the regret of not trying harder to contact her clear on his face.

"Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank."

As he's explaining this I couldn't help but wonder about the baby and as if Jax was reading my mind he asks "The baby?" as his head flicks to look at Wendy also noticing the lack of a baby bump she now has.

"We had to do an emergency C-section. He's 10 weeks premature." Reynolds tells us.

"Holy shit." "Oh my god." Jax and I whisper almost at the same time, he lets go of my hand to move that arm around my waist pulling me into his side.

"C'mon doc, tell us how my grandson is." Gemma demands from behind us, Reynolds looks at her, then around the rest of our group his eyes finally landing back on us.

"Just tell me." Jax prompts.

"He's got a congenital heart defect... and gastroschisis- a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the C.H.D. Is probably-"

"The family flaw." Gemma interrupts Doctor Reynolds' explanation of that poor baby's problems.

"Yes, it's genetic. Either one would be serious, but not life-threatening. However, the two of them together- Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance... and... I'm afraid that's being optimistic." It's like the air was sucked out of the room, I look to my right seeing Wendy laying there no idea the pain she's causing right now. That poor innocent boy has barely been out in the world for an hour and already has such a slim chance of surviving.

My heart is aching for Jax and for his son, that may never really experience life, but his loss would surely rock the worlds of so many. "Oh my god" Gemma's quiet voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"She never wanted to talk to me. I didn't know." Jax explains looking between Gemma and the Doctor, his grip never letting up on my hip.

"Her O.B. Said she missed her last three appointments. No one knew. Dr. Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then if he stabilizes, he'll go in and try to repair the heart. I'm sorry, Mr Teller. I can take you to see him now." I honestly didn't think Doctor Reynolds could be all that smart seeing as he was so young but as he finished his explanation I realized he seems to know his shit so I'm hoping he can save that precious little boy.

"I'll be assisting Doctor Namid on your son's case the entire time." As he's telling Jax that he's trying to guide him down the hall to where I can only assume the baby is.

"His name is Abel." Jax blurts out, looking at the doctor then down at me. I smile at him.

"It's a good name Jax." My voice is soft until he pulls away from me "Jax?" "Jackson!" Both Gemma and I call at the same time.

"Stay here with my mom, go with the doc. I got something to do." he says, looking at me over his shoulder before rushing down the hall.

"Watch his back." Clay instructs Chibs and Bobby and they both rush to catch up with Jax who is clearly currently a man on a mission. I just hope he doesnt do anything stupid that takes him away from baby Abel.

"If you'll follow me, I can take you ladies to see Abel now." Both Gemma and I turn following him down the hall though the double doors when we reach the end he points into a small room. "There he is, I know it looks scary but talk to him, the ones that have a good family do a lot better than the ones who don't, I have to get back but if you need anything let a nurse know." He walks back the way we came without even a glance back at us.

Gemma and I look through the window a bit before a nurse comes along and practically pushes us inside the room. "You heard Doctor Reynolds, that boy needs you ladies right now, he needs to know he has something he's fighting for." The redhead nurse tells us before checking his vitals, updating his chart and leaving us to it.

"Gem, he's so tiny." I whisper as I walk up to the incubator, my fingers stroking the glass.

"I know baby, but he's a Teller you watch he'll be just fine." She says standing next me, she put her hand on my shoulder as we watch his chest rise and fall with his tiny breaths and I have to say she really sounds confident in what she's telling me.

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*Jax*

Leaving the hospital was the best thing I could do right now. I needed to find some way to make this right for my son and let some of my anger out. Jumping on my bike and heading toward the Hairy Dog I dIdn't even notice the guys following me until I'm jumping off my bike and storming in the place once my anger has completely taken over.

Walking in and straight to the back where some of Darby's guys are playing pool I pick up a spare cue and hit the fucker over head with it, then start beating with my fist holding his collar to keep him in place with my other hand. "Sell crank to my pregnant ex-wife?" I ask through gritted teeth and start hitting him in the stomach with the cue stick.

I can hear Bobby and Chibs trying to hold off his friends behind me but right now I don't care let them have a piece of my rage too. My kid is probably gonna die so these bastards deserve everything I got. Eventually the cue stick broke so I started kicking him until Chibs came over pulling me back " Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I think you made your point. I think you made your point."

"Stupid peckerwood shithead!" I say spitting on him. I start to walk away when what some would say is a genius plan hits me and some would say is monstrous. I turn back, picking up the broken cue stick and stab him right in the balls. Hearing him howl in pain was satisfying to my rage so I take my leave, hearing Bobby say "Enjoy your lunch. Shish ka-balls are on me." Bringing a small smirk to my face for the first time since hearing about my son.

We leave the bar and I feel a little bit better telling Bobby I'm going to find Ope, that's exactly what I do. I gotta catch my brother up, pulling up outside the Winston house I see Ope working on his bike in the driveway.

"Hey man, whats up?" He greets me with confusion written all over his face as he wasn't expecting me, as I walk up from the street to meet him.

"So much brother...my kid was born. Not only has he got the family flaw, his insides are upside down and all because she couldn't keep off the crank." Ope's face drops.

"Is he gonna be ok?" Opie is a great father and I can tell seeing the pain flash across his face that He's imagining one of his kids being in a bad spot.

"He's 10 weeks early, doc gives him 20 percent chance of surviving, this shit is fucked man." I can feel my anger bubbling back up so I take some deep breaths.

I tell him about what happened with the nords and then I pull my bike up next to his. We spend hours just tinkering with them, occasionally talking but mostly listening to the rock music Ope's playing on the radio in the garage.

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*Andrea*

It's dark out now and visiting hours at the hospital ended so Gemma dropped me back at the lot, telling me she was going to start on cleaning up at Jax's. I couldn't believe Jax never came back up to the hospital, his son is dying and needed him now more than ever. I mean he's been a father for less than a day he can't start out by being a flake. This kid is going to need all the love he can get, especially his fathers. I feel my anger growing just thinking about it and when I see that blond shit head I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind. What's that saying 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' well apparently it works with thinking about bikers because as soon as my thought is finished I hear bikes coming into the lot.

Waiting for Jax and Opie to make their way over to me my anger rapidly grows stronger than before, I see the flash of recognition in Opie's eyes "That's all you brother." he tells Jax making his way past me into the clubhouse with a smile and wink.

"How could you?" My voice is louder than I expected and the smirk that's on Jax's face is quickly replaced with shock.

"How could I what darlin'?"

"Not come back to the hospital, Jax, Abel needs you right now. Your mom and I sat in the NICU with him all day and you didn't bother to come back." Not responding, Jax grabbed my hand and led me to the picnic table outside the clubhouse. We both sit straddling the bench facing each other. "He needs his dad Jax, you can't give up on him yet he's less than a day old, you gotta go see him." I tell Jax as my voice cracks slightly.

"I can't do that Andy." Jax replied, defeat clear in his tone.

"Why cause he'll break your heart? Tough shit he's your kid and he needs you. It's called being a father." I didn't like being this harsh with him but maybe reality slapping him in the face was what he needed.

"For how long? A day? A week?" He sounds truly heartbroken by his suspicions that Abel wouldn't make it.

"The amount of time isn't important, Jax, but what is, is that one day if Abel doesn't make it, you'll regret that you didn't spend every minute you could with him, if his whole life is 8 days or 80 years you need to be there for as much as you can." I was going to let him mull over what I said.

Just as I'm about to unleash some wisdom on him, Jax pulls me away from the table and onto his bike, just like the first time we went to the hospital. "Where are we goin'?" I ask in confusion.

"To the hospital, I've got a little man to see." He truly seems to not realise it's 12.30am.

"Visiting is over, we'll need to wait until the morning." I say waiting for him to respond. But He doesn't answer me, just sits on his bike and pulls me on behind him and before I know it we're parking outside the hospital.

Sneaking into the NICU wasn't easy but Jax and I had fun. Jax was pretending to be a ninja encouraging me to do that same. Hiding around corners and sneaking through doors, pulling faces at each other and trying not to laugh too loud and blow our cover, "What are we doing?" I whisper across to him as I grow anxious.

"C'mon darlin' live a little with me, it's just a bit of fun." Jax sends me a wink, causing both of us to shake with silent laughter.

It turns out it was all worth the minor panic and elevated blood pressure because sitting in the rocking chair watching Jax stand next to his son, telling him stories about his family, all the crazy uncles he's got and all but begging him to keep fighting is a memory I'm sure I'll cherish forever because even though it's a little sad I'm witnessing the first time Jax is actually being a dad.

I wipe away a stray tear just in time for Jax to look over at me. "This is my kid Andy." He says completely in awe.

I nod. "He sure is."

"And I'm terrified I have no clue how to raise him."Jax confided in me.

"But you have a village behind you to help, Jax." I told him truthfully, because that's something I had no doubt about.

"Even you?" He asks, sounding completely unsure of himself.

I stand up from the chair making my way over to the boys, pulling Jax into a hug, I assure him "I'll be first in line to help you, Jax."

"You might have to fight Gemma for that spot." He jokes, returning the hug.

I look up into his icy blue eyes and smile. "I'll fight anyone for you guys." I tell him. He smiles down at me and we spend another few hours watching this tiny precious boy fight for his life.

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