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Chapter Six

JAX

"What's going on?" I ask as I walk into the office and catch Lee growling.

"I think this twat waffle is fucking with me," she says.

"What do you mean?" I ask chuckling slightly.

"Twat waffle? Jesus that paints a picture," I say, wrinkling my nose.

"It's appropriate. He's claiming to be part of the IRS, but I think it's bullshit. Calling up a few contacts in the department to run him. Shit like this happens. People try to extort you and get info. This asshat obviously doesn't know that TM is more than a tiny auto shop in the middle of nowhere."

I snicker. "He'll get more than he bargained for."

"Right?" she asks. "Nope." She closes out the window. "I'm not saying shit else to him until I hear back. Then I'll cuss him out politely and move on with my life."

"So considerate," I say.

"Blah. You ready to go meet her at the hospital?"

"Dude I'm not looking forward to this at all," I say.

"Why? It's a big deal. We get to find out if it's a dude or dudette."

I shake my head. "Makes it harder to think of the baby as a little person. With the way shit is. I don't want to get attached. She's crazy as fuck. But in the eyes of the law, she's Mom, and that trumps me. I'm an outlaw biker with a criminal past. If she feels pushed to the edge who's to say she won't file for sole custody? You and Journee can't hold my hand every step of the way. Eventually something will have to give and I'm not too sure it'll be in my favor."

She sighs. "I won't insult you by saying this is an easy situation, but I don't think Wendy would do that. For one, she'd end up in a ditch dead somewhere via Gemma. For another, she's loyal to you. She's butt hurt because you're no longer coming home and slipping her the hot beef injection."

"The what?" I chuckle.

"Gotcha." She points at me. "it's her pride and her broken heart making her a bitch. Give it time for her to settle. This has been your habit for the past few years. You break up, fall out, fuck and get back together until the cycle happens again. Once she realizes you're serious this time and her tantrums won't bring you back, I think It'll change."

I want to go with her optimism, but the feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me otherwise.

"Maybe. You ready to ride to the hospital?"

"You're a stubborn bastard, you know that?"

"Bastard is the one thing I'm not, darling."

"Okay, asshole. That better?"

"Much," I say as she stands throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"I promise you, it's going to be okay. If she gets too out of line J is a call away."

"Jesus, it's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for," I drawl amused that Wendy is frightened of my little sister in everything but blood. "Reminds me of the time she was dating that guy back in highschool, the polo wearing bastard."

"Ralph Clemmens." Lee growls.

"Yes, and he was scared as fuck of you. Even more than me and Opie I think," I say with a laugh. I miss having my best friend at my side. There's few I trust as much as him to watch my back. From the cradle to the bike, we've always done everything together. Having him behind bars has been a huge blow. It's like a part of me is missing.

"I miss him," she says.

"Me too. Not much longer to wait. When's the last time you went down?"

"Me and Journee make the drive two weeks out of the month, one if things are insane. You?"

"It's been awhile. I write more than anything. He understands. I got to go where they tell me," I say with a shrug.

"Yeah our schedules are a lot more flexible."

I take her purse and put it in my bike. She's a regular bitch rider and over the years we've fallen into a natural rhythm where I don't have to say a word.

The ride to the hospital went faster than I wanted. I'm not a man who gets nervous easily, but right now I'm a mess inside. The family flaw is foremost in my mind. Depending on when she got knocked up the poor kid was probably exposed to alcohol at the least, and who knows what else. It doesn't make for a good start. I wipe my clammy palms on my hand and crack my neck. We walk into the small hospital and take the elevator to the third floor. I half expect her not to show and reschedule on the sly. We walk into the office and I spot her seated against the wall. I release the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

She still looks good, despite the dark circles under her eyes. She's not using. She gives a weak wave.

"How are you doing?"

"Tired, sick to my stomach. Fat."

I smile. "You're not fat Wendy, you're pregnant."

She sneers and I stifle a laugh and sit down.

"You been waiting long?"

"Yeah, I came a little early. They usually want me to fill out a sheet and sometimes run tests and things like that."

"Everything okay?" I ask cautiously. It's the most I've talked to her in weeks.

"Oh yeah, this is normal procedure."

"Oh, okay."

Silence settled between us and I glance at Lee who shrugs. Wendy isn't bitching, so I'll take this awkwardness over arguing.

"Wendy Case." She stands and Lee squeezes my hand.

Go. She mouths.

I trail behind her feeling out of place as I shove my hands in my pocket and ignore the stares. I'm used to people thinking the worse, and rolling in here with Lee to meet a pregnant Wendy makes me look like a fucking scumbag. We go to the room and I take a seat in the chair as the nurse runs through questions and enters them into the computer. Wendy's weight is a bit under what they want, but expected given her morning sickness. They're giving her some sort of pill for it. I take it all in, relieved they're not noticing anything off.

The nurse leaves the room and I shift in my seat, unable to get comfortable. I'm ready to climb the walls when the doctor arrived. Wendy not trying to start conversation is abnormal. I'm not sure if I'm relieved or worried.

"Hi Wendy, is this your boyfriend?" The dark haired woman with a long thin nose and sharp brown eyes studies me carefully.

"It's the father," She says flatly. Holy shit. Has she gotten that we're not getting back together?

"Hi, I'm Doctor Ryan."

I take her hand and shake it. "Jax."

"Nice to meet you, Jax."

"Likewise, Doc."

"How's my girl feeling today?" Doc asks.

"Tired."

"Make sure you're staying hydrated and taking it easy."

"I am," She says.

"Good. Your vitals were great. With this prescription you should be able to eat more which will fix the weight issue." Doc Ryan is kind and efficient, she has the paper draped over Wendy and the sonogram machine on in no time.

"Any guesses on what we're having?" she asks.

"I'm not sure, I'm carrying high and I hear that makes it a boy," Wendy says.

I shrug my shoulders. I haven't thought much on anything to do with the pregnancy.

Doc grabs the gel. "We'll we're about to find out."

She applies the gel and presses it onto belly. The whump whump of the heart beat makes me gasp. That's my kid. I see the curve of its head and spine. Tiny arms and legs.

"Looks like the baby is being stubborn and not showing his or her parts."

"It's a Teller alright," Wendy drawls.

I laugh and take a deep breath. It never felt real until now. This is a tiny human growing inside her. Not an it or an abstract concept.

"Heart beat is good. The baby's size and weight are on schedule. Other than the little one not showing us the sex I'd say this was as good an appointment as we can get. I'll print you off pictures and we'll make a follow up?" she asks.

"Yes," Wendy says. Her smile is wide and genuine. For the first time, I see maternal instinct kicking in. Not that I've been around to see otherwise. Guilt creeps in and I push it back. The emotion won't help anything. The Doc wipes off the gel and leaves Wendy to get dressed. She's on my insurance gotten legally through T.M.

"You don't have to stay Jax. I'll meet you out there,". The sadness in her voice fills me with regret. I wish I could've loved her. We were always better off as bed buddies and drinking partners. I only proposed to get my mother of my back. It backfired.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Alright, I'll wait up front."

I leave her to get dressed and grin as I walk out to meet Lee.

"Well?"

"It's a Teller. Little brat wouldn't show his or her parts."

Lee gives a short laugh. "Oh man, are you in trouble."

"It was amazing, Lee. Hearing that heart beat and seeing it's head and arms, and tiny body." I shake my head.

"Now you're getting what it's all about. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, she's under weight because of her morning sickness, but everything else is fine."

"Good. How did she seem to you?"

"Less crazy and kind of sad."

"It's a lot to be going through, plus hormones must be doing a number on her. Did you ask her why?"

"Hell no. You want me to set her off in the office?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes. "Really Jackson?"

The door opens and I'm saved by Wendy's appearance.

"Got my due date. So I'm going to head home. See you sometime next week?"

"Yeah," I nod as she walks by us nodding to Lee.

"That was weird," Lee said.

"You see what I mean?" I shake my head. "I don't trust it."

"You owe her space and time to deal with the new direction you're taking things in."

"Are you on my side or hers?" I ask.

"I'm always behind you. But right now I'm thinking about that baby. You got to be the bigger person, Jax. There's nothing worse than not feeling wanted by your own parents. That kind of hurt never goes away." Her blue eyes turn dark with a clouded hint of sadness.

It pulls at my heart strings. I hate when Lee is sad. God her parents did a fucking number on her.

I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to me. I place a kiss to her temple. There are some things you can't mend with words.

"Come on, let's go get ice cream."

"What?"

"It's a celebration right? The kid was okay. Wendy was less crazy. Small victories and all that?"

"And I can get whatever I want?" she asks, eyes now lighting up like a kid on Christmas. It's one of my favorite sights.

I smile. The girl can never resist ice cream. "Yes Princess." I tease.

She elbows me in the side. "Your wallet is going to pay for that."

I steer her out of the office, happy I've taken her thoughts away from the sadness that hit her early on in life.

Chibs

I knock on her door and shove my hands in my pockets. I'm putting a lot on the line here. I need to make sure she's in the same place I am before I jump the gun. Jax is waiting for me at the club, packed and ready to make the ride to the Grim Bastards. I know Menace is there. I called ahead and asked for a head count because Samcro might want to visit. The boys are always welcoming. The close friendship between Journee and Lee's generation helped a lot with that. She answers the door, and her face lights up.

"Chibby."

I open my arm and enjoy her warm weight.

"Evening, Mo Astor."

"I wasn't expecting you, but I'm glad you're here."

"I thought you were working late tonight," I say as I follow her inside.

"Me too, I had a client cancel last minute. I got home about fifteen minutes ago, and I'm exhausted. I wouldn't be good for much more than a few hours in front of my tele with a beer. Are you staying?"

The hope in her voice tells me the possible ass kicking I'm facing will be worth it.

"Wish I could, lass. I'm headed out on a short run. I wanted to see you before I go."

"Oh." She sighs, deflating in front of me like a balloon with a slow leak. "Well, be safe out there."

"I will. Wanted to ask you something first, though." I step into her personal space. Her breathing speeds up, and her eyes dilate. "Have you ever thought about us going the distance. Marriage and kids?"

"Filip." She looks down. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Just answer the question, love. Do you think we can get there?" I place my fingers under her chin and force her to look up at me.

"Absolutely."

"All I needed to know A stór." I place a kiss on her forehead. "When I come back, we'll have a real talk, yeah?"

"We'd better."

The fire in her voice makes me smile. "You're feisty when you want to be."

"You like it," She says almost coyly. I love seeing the passion she has for life taking shape in our relationship. The blokes before me did a number on her, but she's coming back strong.

"I love it." I kiss her forehead and inhale her scent. I'd love nothing more than to curl up on the couch with her and watch more Doctor Who, but this is one of the steps I need to take to go through with my plans. The feel of her lush curves pressed against me sends the blood straight into me pants. I wrap my hand around her neck and bend down to capture her full lips. She leans into me, and I accept her weight.

It's time for us to move on from heated make out session. If things don't go as planned, I want this moment. I've gone slow with her. The last thing I want to do is rush her or bring back the past shit she went through with Kyle. It makes me sick that someone I considered a brother could do the shite he did. It's why I'm not sure if Menace will give me his blessing.

A Son caused his baby girl a world of pain once before. We part for air, and I nuzzle her neck. "You trust me, Mo' Astor?" I rasp.

"Yes," she whispers.

"Let me make you feel good before I go?"

"Filip?"

She tilts her head back, and I nip her bottom lip. "Let me coat my tongue with your taste."

"You don't have to do that—

I groan. Who the feck has she been dating? "I want to. I been waiting years for this." I cup her ass and bring her against the cock straining against my zipper. She rolls her hips. I grunt my approval. I lift her up and she wraps her legs and arms around me. "Let me show you how a real man treats his woman."

I stalk to her bedroom and playfully toss her onto the white canopied bed. She's a pure goddess in a world full of blood, pain, and violence. I want to drown in her untainted bounty. She's in one of her flowing sun dresses. The brilliant blue and yellow tribal themed print reminds me of a warrior princess. It suits her. I push the soft material up around her waist and remove my knife to slice through her underwear. She whimpers and I see the lust in her eyes.

"Ahh, you like my blades."

"Yes."

Her breathy whispers have me ready to blow. This woman is my soulmate plain and simple. "You're so fecking perfect."

She gives me an enigmatic smile. "So are you." I replace the knife in its scabbard, toss the scrape of black silk and spread her legs. Her aroma teases me, and my mouth waters. I part her legs and study the neatly trimmed pussy. I like her like this natural from her head down. I part her lips and reveal the glistening pink flesh. I lick my lips. "I can't wait to lick that pretty little pussy of yours." I run my finger down her slick cleft. Her breath hitches. "You're snow."

"Baby, I'm the opposite color of frozen precipitation," she says breathlessly.

"Jaysus even your big words turn me on. You're pure, untarnished, and inexplicably awe-inspiring."

She moans. "My man knows how to turn a phrase."

Her man. I like that.

"I know how to do plenty of things." I massage her inner thighs and settle between her legs, pinning her body to the bed with my weight. "I'm going to show you every trick I know." I part her lips and roll her clit between my fingers.

"Oh."

I watch her responses. The ecstasy lining her slim face has me ready to burst out of my jeans. I lean down and flick the swollen bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue. Her taste explodes on my tongue. It's sweeter directly from the source. I bury my face in her pussy, exploring every inch of her I can reach of my treasure.

Her fingers thread into my short hair and pull. The pain spurs me on. I flatten my tongue and lap at her like she's my last dinner. She thrashes on the bed.

"Yes, Filip. Right there. Oh God."

Her strangled cries are music to my ear. I thrust my tongue inside her tight core, and she bucks up, I move my weight, and she grinds into my face. I moan. That's it my lennan, Fuck my face. I will her to understand what I can't say out loud when I have a mouth full of her pussy. Her nails scrap against my scalp. I suck her clit into my mouth and her body tenses before she explodes, gushing into my mouth. I moan as I swallow her down. I kiss her pussy, lick my lips, and crawl up her body, careful to keep my weight on my arms.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Our tongues slick together, and I place my claim on her mouth the way I will the rest of her as soon as I get my brother's approval. You don't take up with a brother's little girl and not ask him for his blessing. It's asking for trouble. I kiss her lips one more time before I pull away.

"I have to go my Bonnie lass. Boys are waiting for me."

"Filip?" She looks at me with apprehension in her dark eyes.

"What is it, Lennan?"

"I love you."

I cup her face and kiss her with all the passion I have in my soul. "I love you too," I say breathlessly. She's given me the equivalent of a maiden's favor to a knight. I'd slay a dragon for her.

"What business do you have with GB, brother?" Jax asks.

"Need to talk to Menace about Journee."

"You finally going to make a move on that?"

I snicker." Already made a move. I wanna make it permanent."

He chokes on cigarette smoke, and I grin and slap him on the back.

"Wanna say that again?" he asks, stunned.

"You heard me Jackie boy. Wanna have her wearing my crow and my ring. Journee Telford sounds good, dunn it?"

"Are you serious right now? You been going out for what? Two months tops?"

"Closer ta three, and when ye know ye know. I been in love with that girl for years. She feels the same. What's there to wait for?"

Jax shakes his head.

"Unlike you, I'm not a young man. Time's a wasting."

I swear I see the color drain from his face. "Marriage still make you green around the gills?"

"Just seems fast is all. Lots of freedom to give up."

"She'll be giving me the one thing I thought I lost the chance fer. A wife and a family I can watch grow. I plan on filling our home with as many babies as she wants and never letting her doubt me for a minute. That's how you know it's real love. When you'll do whatever it takes to keep her happy."

"And you think Journee is the one?" Jax asks mystified.

"Aye. Never thought I was good enough for her, so I kept it to myself until I couldn't." I shake my head.

"This shit is blowing my mind. I mean. It's baby J, you know? Your little buddy." He stubs out his cigarette butt.

"She hasn't been little in a long time. Neither has Lee."

Jax smirks. "No, she hasn't."

I glance down at the ground to hide my grin. Always thought there was something there between those two. It's just a matter of them both realizing it.

"One day your time is going to come, brother."

"Don't curse me cause you're in the throes of new love," Jax says with a laugh. Young men always think they know everything, but their lives are but a drop in the bucket. After you've been around awhile, you see it all. I can't wait for the day the Prince of Charming meets his match.

"Just speaking the truth. Let's head out now. Waiting is making me antsier. After what happened with Kyle…I won't blame 'em if he takes me damn head off for even thinking 'bout Journee like this."

"You couldn't have picked a scarier Daddy unless maybe Happy has a hidden daughter somewhere."

I shrug. "We have an understanding Menace and I. I respect him, and he respects me." I walk over to my bike and climb on. We both have a fondness for knives. We'd bonded over practicing to keep our skill sharp over the years.

We roll into the club house, and my nerves start to get the best of me. My palms are sweaty as I peel off my gloves and dismount. I greet the others, but my attention is focused on Menace.

"You got a minute for me, brother?" I ask as he pats my back in a manly hug.

"Yeah, come back to the office?"

I nod. It's all going to boil down to this conversation. Journee is a Daddy's girl, and the Sons need the Grim Bastards Support. We make our way through the wall of women vying for the brothers' attention. Fridays are the same in just about every club.

"What's going on, man?" Menace asks as he sits behind the desk.

I sink into the chair across from him and go for the direct approach.

"It's about Journee."

He sits up straight, and murder glints in his dark eyes. "Someone fucking with my baby? Do I need to cut a motherfucker?"

Jesus Christ, I hope not. "No, nothing like that. She's good. Sweet Ink is making money."

He relaxes. "Then what?"

"I love her. I want to be with her."

Menace blinks.

"You think I'm going to stand for anyone doing my baby wrong again? I trusted a Son before and then I didn't even get the privilege of payback."

"Ain't like that. I wanna make her ma Old lady, ma wife."

"Ain't you got one of those already across the pond some damn where?" Menace growls.

"No, I have an ex-wife, and I filed for an annulment. I wanna marry her proper in a church with a bond that seals us forever. I wanna do this right. "

"You're that into her?" Menace asks softly.

"Aye brother. She's my entire world. Been that way a while. I know I ain't worthy to kiss the ground she walks on, but she wants me back, and I can't say no ta her any longer. Not when she thinks we can go the distance too."

"You know I'm going to kill you if you hurt her in anyway."

"Aye, and I'd deserve it. But it ain't gonna happen. All I want I to make her happy."

"Anyone else came to me I'd have put my fist through their face. But you…" He shakes his head. "I trust you to keep her happy and safe. The things you've done to keep those you love safe speaks volumes. I won't stand in your way, but I'll be watching you."

"Fair enough. Thank ya for yer blessing."

"Guess we're solidifying this Grim Bastards-Sons agreement after all," Menace says with a chuckle.

"Aye. It's a good thing to have strong friends you can depend on."

"Funny. I always expected it'd be Happy," he mumbles.

"Say what now?"

"Happy. Always had a soft spot for her and they get each other. My kid's got a sick streak in her. I'm sure you've seen it."

I nod my head, not liking the revelation. Did anything ever happen between the two of them? The question is going to haunt me until I talk to her about it.

"Well, I'll make sure he understands she's off the market."

Menace laughs. "I have no doubt you will."

We stand, and I shake his hand. The thought of rings, white dresses, and Journee's belly rounded with my child dance in my head. I'm ready to bring this out into the open.

I stalk out of the office a man on a mission.

"You're still in one piece, so I take it he was okay with it."

"Aye. He did Jackie boy. I got something to take care of now."

"Or someone," Jax drawls.

I'd usually shoot the shit with him, but right now I got too much on me mind.

"You staying or going back with me?"

"Gonna enjoy the hospitality." Jax nods toward the beer in front of him.

"Later, brother." I salute him and go to my bike. I push the speed limit as I take the back roads to her house and use the key pad to open the garage and park it. I'm not going anywhere tonight. I need to reassure myself and remind her who she belongs to. My blood is heated thinking of my brother with his hands on her. I creep inside and find her half asleep on the couch in a shirt I recognize as my own. The vision takes away some of my anger.

"Filip?" She mumbles.

"It's me lennan. I need to ask ye something important."

she blinks. "Okay?"

"You and happy ever have anything going on?"

She covers her face with her hands and my heart sinks.

"That asshole promised he would never tell anyone. I'm going to fucking kill him."

"Why?"

"Because it's embarrassing as hell. I was twenty, wasted, and suffering from a case of hero worship."

My stomach clenches. "And?"

"I kissed him at the clubhouse." She peers at me from between her fingers.

"Oh love, is that it?"

She nods. "What did you think it was?"

"Nothing. Just checking. Some people thought maybe you and him had something going on?"

She huffs. "Gossiping like old damn women."

"You keen you're mine now, Aye? I talked to your Da, and we have his blessing. I won't be hiding this any longer."

"You asked my Father?"

"Aye. It's the only proper thing to do."

She throws herself into my arms, and I grip her neck holding her to me. I'll kill anyone who tries to take this woman from me.