Hey my readers, I deeply apologize for the delayed update! I haven't gotten the chance to update any of my stories regularly because I have no time these days. This chapter will be loosely based off of the season finale of season two. I hope you all enjoy!

"Hey gorgeous, I thought you packed your stuff last night," Jax entered our bedroom, noticing my open duffle bag on the bed.

He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist securely, kissing the back of my head.

"I did pack my stuff last night, but somebody removed any and all clothing from my duffel bag. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you," I asked, turning my head to look at him.

"Whoever did it is trying to do you a favor. You're going on your honeymoon. You're going to be naked the whole time. What's the point of bringing clothes?"

"You are one of a kind, Teller."

"That's why you married me, baby. How long do you think you're going to be?"

"Uh, about ten minutes or so. Plus, I want to stop by the grocery store and pick up some things for the week."

"Okay, I gotta pick up the cabin keys from Piney afterwards, check in at church."

"You know what, why don't you head to T-M now? By the time you get back, the truck will be packed and ready to go. It will save more time."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, you got it. I'll see you in a bit," he let go of me, giving me a kiss on the lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Jax."

A knock was made on the door, causing me to look up from my duffle bag.

Neeta was standing in the doorway with Abel in her arms.

"Hey Neeta."

"Hey, I'm surprised you're still here. I thought you and Jax would be at the cabin, working on his second child by now."

"That was the plan, but we slept in. I was in the hospital all night."

You're probably wondering why I was in the hospital, right? Well, I decided to tell my mom the truth. I told her everything. From Jax and I's arrangement to my job as a former porn star. The pro? A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. The con? My mother reacted by taking me to the hospital, running any and all tests to make sure I was 100 percent healthy.I didn't get home till four thirty in the morning.

"I don't blame your mom for reacting that way. I would do the same if my daughter told me she was an adult entertainer."

"That's not all she plans to do, Neeta. She is currently driving to every video store, buying my movies so she can torch them."

"What about the internet?"

"Juice took care of it. The man is a master."

"That he is.. After I feed Abel, I was planning on making my famous apple pie. Would you like a piece?"

"Are you kidding, of course I will. I love pie. It's an obsession of mine."

Neeta nodded, readjusting her grip on Abel.

"You got it, baby."

"Thank you," I called out as she headed down the hallway to the kitchen.

My cellphone began to ring from inside of my duffle bag.

I unzipped the middle pocket of the bag, retrieving my phone. Without looking at the caller id, I hit the green button, holding the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Melanie Torres?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Hi, it's Dr. Jeremy Carver."

"Oh, hi Dr. Carver."

"I'm calling you in regards to the rest of your tests results."

"I passed with flying colors, right? I told my mom she wouldn't have anything to worry about."

"That's not necessarily true, Ms. Torres."

"What is it?"

"I should talk to you about this in person."

"No, no, it's okay. You can tell me over the phone. What is it?"

Dr. Carver let out a sharp breath, going silent for a moment before continuing to speak.

"Ms. Torres, you were tested positive for Ovarian cancer."

"Wh..wait, are you sure you're looking at the right file? This has to be some kind of mistake."

"I'm afraid it's not. The Ct scan we performed revealed a mass on both of your ovaries. I checked the blood sample to confirm my diagnosis."

"But, I haven't had any symptoms. If I had cancer, wouldn't my body let me know?", I whispered, making my way to the bedroom door, closing it all the way.

"Sometimes, the symptoms aren't so visible, especially in the early stages."

Without making it to the bed, my legs gave out, causing me to fall to the bedroom floor, I covered my mouth in utter disbelief.

How could this happen? How could I get cancer? This whole conversation seems unreal and I'm ready to wake up from this fucking nightmare.

I shut my eyes, expecting me to wake up next to Jax. When I opened them, I was right where I didn't want to be.

"Ms. Torres ? Ms . Torres, are you still there?"

I picked up the phone from in front of me, bringing it back to my ear.

"Yeah.. yeah, I'm here. Since it was spotted early, does that mean it could be treated? Will I still be able to have kids?"

"It is possible it can be treated, but the severity of the treatments can cause infertility. Ms. Torres, I strongly suggest we continue this converation in person. This is alot to process over the phone."

"No disrespect doc, but it doesn't matter if we continue this conversation on the phone or in person. It all hurts the same."

"Ms. Torres, we should schedule an appointment for you as soon as possible."

"I can't, I'm going on my honeymoon. I really don't want to tell my husband about this now. I don't want to ruin our time together."

"I understand, but you don't want to put this on the back burner. It could get worse for you, Ms. Torres."

"It's only a week, Dr. Carver. After we get back, then I will tell my husband and I will schedule my first appointment, okay ?"

"As you wish. Have a good day and enjoy your honeymoon."

How can I enjoy my honeymoon now? I was just told I have cancer, and I want to hide it from my husband, the man I vowed to be honest to. I felt like I was going to explode, and I only recieved the news less than ten minutes ago.

"Thank you."

I ended the phone call, and began to sob heavily, trying to keep my crying from being detected by Neeta and Half Sack.

Coming back from food shopping, I pulled into the driveway, seeing Jax was not home yet.

I got out of the truck, activating the alarm on the key ring.

With the diagnosis in the front of my mind, I walked up the short curved pathway to the front door, opening the unlocked door, automatically getting hit in the face by the smell of smoke.

"Neeta!"

With panic corsing through my veins, I ran into the kitchen, my high heeled black boots slipping on the blood pouring from the gunshot from Neeta's forehead.

I let out a blood curdling scream, my eyes landing on Half Sack , who was lying on the floor a few feet away from her, bleeding from a stab wound from his stomach.

"Sack.."

I ran over to him, applying pressure to his wound, causing him to wince.

"It's going to be okay, Sack. I'm going to get help. What the hell happened?"

"Mel.. you have to call Jax right now. Cameron has Abel."

Abel. I looked at his vacant bouncy seat on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, okay. Just hang on. Keep applying pressure."

Half Sack did what he was told, trying to conceal his bleeding wound with his hands.

I stood to my feet, my shaking hands dialing Jax's cell number on the house phone that was located on the kitchen counter.

Jax was at a stop light when he felt his kutte begin to vibrate.

He pulled out his cellphone, a smile crossing his face when he saw the name on his caller id.

"Hey babe. I'm on my way home now."

"Jax.. Abel.. Abel.."

Jax looked at his phone, seeing he had no service in the area he was currently in.

"Mel, I can't hear you. You're breaking up."

"Jax, he's gone. Abel's gone. Cameron took him. He killed Neeta and he stabbed Sack.. I don't know what the fuck I should do. Please.. please you have to get our boy back," I cried out, my breathing quickly became non existent.

"Holy shit.. Mel.. Mel, hey, hey, baby, I need you to listen to me."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"I need you to call T-M and call the guys. Tell them to meet me at the docks, do you hear me?"

"Okay.. I will. Please be careful."

"I will."

The line went dead. Jax turned his bike around and sped off to the docks to save his son.