Here's another chapter! This one has a few flashbacks in it (I've tried to include dates and italics so that it's easier to tell when we aren't in present time). And just to warn you, flashbacks will not be in order. While this chapter shows Rachel and Jax's break up, later there will be a chapter about how they met. I hope that doesn't confuse anyone!

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Rachel sat on the doctor's table in the plain, white room.

She hadn't told David yet—she wanted to make sure that the tests were right before she got his hopes up.

He had been so stressed lately. Unser had revoked his retirement, and her stunt with Jax and the Oswald's had led to some friction with her husband. She didn't want to make him excited and then take it all away because the tests weren't accurate.

She hated hospitals. The rooms felt so cold and bare. And waiting for the doctor to come made her more nervous with every passing minute.

She expected the doctor to tell her that the at-home pregnancy kits were wrong. She was used to the depressing feeling of her period starting every month—signaling that her and David's hard work had gone to waste. Her mind couldn't even wrap around the possibility that a baby could be growing inside her.

Rachel didn't know how long she had been in the little room. But when the door open to reveal the middle-aged Chinese man, she suddenly wished she had had more time. She wasn't ready to hear what he was going to say—she wasn't ready to be disappointed again.

"Mrs. Hale," The man said as he entered. He offered her a small smile. "I know you told me that you and your husband have been trying for quite a while. You should be excited. You're pregnant."

David scrunched his brow in confusion as he entered the house. Not a single light seemed to be on.

"Rachel?" he called out. She usually let him know if she wasn't going to be home when he got off work.

"In the kitchen," she shouted from the next room.

As he entered the room; he saw steak, potatoes, and green beans on the table. The kitchen was lit by candles. When his eyes landed on the woman he married three years ago, his jaw almost dropped. She was always beautiful, but tonight was just different. Her black dress hugged her body perfectly, and the smile on her face seemed to glow.

"Wow," David stated. "You look like an angel."

He sat down at the table.

"After dinner, there's a black forest cake waiting for us in the fridge," she walked up behind him and rested her hand on his shoulder before slowly moving it down to his chest. "Then we can go to the bedroom for the rest of our dessert."

"What is the occasion?" He couldn't help but wonder why he was getting such special treatment. A part of him was sure it somehow involved Jackson Teller.

"You're gonna be a daddy," she stated as her smile grew even wider.

He turned around in his chair to face her. His wide eyes were filled with shock.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant," she smiled down at him.

He rose from his chair suddenly and picked the woman up and spun her around. Once her feet were back on the floor, he spoke again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I took a home-pregnancy-test last week. I went to the doctor today so I could be 100% sure before I got your hopes up."

David crashed to his knees and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. His ear pressed against her stomach as if he was listening for the baby.

Rachel rested her hand on the top of his head and began to run her fingers through his short hair.

"I didn't think it'd ever happen," she heard his voice crack and tears began to cloud her vision before spilling down her cheeks. "I never thought we'd have a baby"

"I love you, David," her voice cracked too as she spoke. "You're gonna be such an amazing father."

The next day, Rachel found herself sitting at a booth at the fundraiser for the middle school music department. She had painting the faces of so many kids that her hand was permanently cramping. David had wanted to come with her (she wasn't sure if it was out of support or just to keep an eye on her and Jax), but since the majority of the department was serving hotdogs at the booth across from her, he had to patrol.

"Ellie, Kenny, do you want your faces painted?" Donna asked as the family stood in front of Rachel.

"Yes!" Ellie shouted as she skipped over to the brunette woman and plopped down in the chair. "Can you do a big, pink butterfly?"

"Of course," Rachel smiled as she dipped her brush into the pink paint. "Do you want just pink? Or do you want pink and another color?"

Donna and her two kids made their way to the funhouse. Ellie sported a beautiful pink and purple butterfly, while Kenny's entire face was painted as a tiger.

"How have you been, Ope?" she asked as the man took a seat next to her.

"It's been rough," he answered honestly. "I just got out of the pen awhile ago, but I'm sure you already knew that. I just can't seem to catch back up."

Rachel nodded her head. "I'm real sorry to hear that. If you need any help, let me know."

"How have you been?" Opie changed the subject. He didn't want her pity. "Shit, I haven't talked to you in like seven years."

"Honestly," she smiled as she thought about the tiny human in her stomach. "I can't complain."

"Hale treating you good?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," she answered. "He's really not the villain he's painted out to be. He's a good man—just a good man hellbent on upholding the law."

Opie nodded as a peaceful silence grew between them.

"You know, Jax was torn up when you left," He stated.

"Jax was probably still just torn up over Tara leaving him," Rachel retorted.

"Him and Tara never had a chance. He realized that, too," he told her. "But you and him just made sense. He fucking hated himself for screwing it up."

"I could have never been an old lady, Opie. You know that," she sighed as the memories began playing in the back of her mind. "The rules of the club never made sense to me. I couldn't handle him sleeping with all those women."

"I don't cheat on Donna. And I don't think he would have cheated on you if you were his old lady. Not all of the guys do that."

"Jax isn't you, Opie. You were always the more grounded and mature one. Jax wasn't loyal to me. And I don't think that would have changed no matter how long I stayed with him. Did you forget what happened?"

"No."

Opie frowned as he remembered her running to him after she had caught Jax.

-6/18/1998-

Tears streamed down Rachel's eyes as she practically ran out of the clubhouse and headed towards the beat-up Civic.

"Where are you going?" Opie asked as he grabbed her wrist. He had seen her red, swollen eyes from a mile away.

"Away," she managed to choke out as she ripped her wrist out of his grasp.

"You're not driving until you've settled down," he said as he stepped out in front of her.

"I can't stay here with him," Rachel sobbed as she wrapped her arms around the larger man. He felt her shaking as she cried against his chest.

Opie's eyes shifted towards the door as Jax came into view.

Opie knew why Rachel was so heartbroken. He had told Jax it wasn't a wise idea. But the blonde man couldn't resist the two older croweaters on his arm. He had never had a threesome before.

He knew the young brunette must have walked in on her boyfriend having sex with them.

Rachel just stood there for a moment.

She couldn't move.

She just watched the three of them.

She wanted the grab one of those whores by their long, bleached hair.

She wanted to scream.

But, she couldn't do anything.

She didn't understand what she was seeing. Was she not enough for him? Did he need two women at once?

Once she finally recovered from the initial shock, she worked up enough strength to slam the door shut. She hoped it would catch their attention.

She wanted Jax to know she saw him.

Opie stared up at the sealing as the teenage girl laid on his chest.

He had picked her up and carried her to his room, and she had cried herself to sleep.

At first, he didn't know how to comfort her. Within the past few months, the girl had experienced more heartbreak than he could imagine. So instead of trying to comfort her with words, he just held her.

If he hadn't been with Donna, he might've used this as the perfect moment to convince Rachel to sleep with him.

He had to admit that Rachel was pretty, and much classier than the majority of girls in Charming. But, he liked Donna a lot—and, Rachel was Jax's girl.

-6/27/1998-

Rachel loaded the last bag into her car as Jax stood beside her. They had hardly spoken since she had caught Jax cheating.

"You don't have to go," he told her. "I said I was sorry. We can work this shit out."

Rachel knew if she looked at him she would start crying again.

"We can't work this shit out," she stated.

"Where are you going?" He asked her. His heart ached from the guilt.

"I have an uncle in Florida," the girl explained. "He said that if I enrolled in college, I could live with him as long as I needed."

"I didn't want to hurt you," he almost pleaded as she got in the car and closed the door.

"Well," tears started to collect in the corner of her eyes. "I hope it was worth it."

"He was young and dumb," Opie stated as another little girl approached the booth.

"Can I get a flower?" she asked excitedly.

"Of course," Rachel smiled and patted the seat—signaling for the kid to sit down.

"Well," Opie began. "I'll let you go so you can get busy. It was nice seeing you again."

"That's beautiful," Rachel heard a gruff voice behind her as she finished the last paint stroke. She handed the girl the mirror so she could see the flower on her cheek

"Thanks," Rachel spoke to Jax as the little girl walked away with her mother. "I've never been much of a painter."

"I wasn't talking about the flower, darlin'," Jax winked as he sat down by her.

"Where's Hale?" he asked the brunette.

"He's working," she answered as she began cleaning up her painting supplies—her shift was almost over.

"I never get to thank you for helping us find that fucking rapist," Jax began. "I know it wasn't easy for you. And, I'm sure Hale was up your ass when he found out."

"Don't thank me," Rachel smiled. In all honesty, she just didn't want to be reminded of the mistake she made.

"You turned out to be a great woman," she could feel him staring at her. "I knew you would."

"Thank you," she had no idea what else she could say.

"How's Abel?" she asked.

"He's gonna make it," Jax smiled.

"I'm so happy for you Jax," she gushed. "I can't imagine what it feels like to look down at a little human that you created."

"He's the best thing that's ever happened to me," Jax told her. "You'll have a kid someday, darlin'. And you'll be one hell of a mother, Rach."

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Some of you have mentioned some predictions you have for future chapters, which is amazing-it really makes me think about where the story is headed and how things are gonna connect. I actually forgot that Stahl and Hale had a "thang", but I'm excited to incorporate her into the story (I have a idea about what's gonna happen, and I'm pumped to get to that part of the story).