A/N 2/22/2019: Shorter chapter, I know, but considering the episode itself didn't have much I could work with, I think I did okay. lol I got lucky in being able to even write this. The amount of OT I've been doing at work is insane enough, I needed to call a mental health day. It's pretty much just a day where I say, Fuck It, and call out. I've lost a good chunk of my OT, but since I'm perpetually broke anyhow, I can live with it. I'm even back to using my phone's hotspot to upload chapters instead of handy interwebz... because interwebz is expensive. lol Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy!

The morning that a handful of Sons and their old ladies were to make the flight to Belfast found Jax lying in a bit later than he normally would have slept. His beautiful pregnant fiancée lying on her stomach, her naked back exposed. He lay there for a few moments after he had awakened. Taking in her beautiful tanned skin, smirking at the revelation that she had no tan lines. He ran his hand lightly down her back, trailing the line of her spine down, then back up to caress her shoulder, where he placed a firm but gentle kiss.

Angela gave a soft smile, and opened her eyes to meet Jax's steel blue gaze. Neither said a word. Neither had to. Angela merely snuggled into his side as he gathered her into his arms and placed a kiss at the crown of her head. They lay there for some time, just basking in the other's presence, before Angela spoke.

"Who all is coming to Belfast with us?" she asked.

"Tig you wouldn't be able to keep away for anything. Especially since Izzy named him Callum's godfather. Bobby will stay here, keep things running and to keep an eye on the prospects. Opie is staying to keep an eye on Kenny and Ellie. Bonding time he says, giving Donna a girl's vacation. Jasper and Lyla are coming. Clay, Gemma, and Happy. Piney's running the show. Don't know about Juice yet," he lists off.

"We'll have to turn Gemma loose on them. Give them a party when they come back for those that aren't going to Ireland," she teased.

Jax chuckled. "I thought Izzy was your best friend? You would subject her to such torture?"

"Absolutely," she whispered, as she began kissing his chest, and sliding her hands where her mouth wasn't.

"You just enjoy inflicting pain, don't you?" he said huskily. Angela chuckled, then gave the soft flesh of his side a hard nip. He gasped and then moaned at the roughness of her actions.

Neither Jax nor Angela were aware of Ima making her way through the clubhouse as if she belonged there in a tight, sleeveless, black dress in the loosest of the definition. Opie, who had crashed in his dorm room the night before owing to some club business that ran late, stepped out of said room just as she turned into the hall. He didn't say anything. Just leaned against his door jam to enjoy the show. The woman really was either a masochist or an idiot. He'd put money on the latter.

She stopped outside of Jax's door, smoothing the fabric she thought constituted as clothing before she reached out and, without knocking, opened Jax's room.

Her smile froze as she saw Jax, his eyes closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy as Angela's head bobbed up and down on his cock. Sucking and moaning as he tangled his fingers in her hair and raised his hips to meet her exquisite little mouth. One of her hands cradling and playing with his balls and her other clawed down his abs.

Ima's fists balled and relaxed. Balled and relaxed, before she turned on her heel, and ran, making it only two or three strides before she spotted Opie in his doorway. He gave her a predatory smirk, and not the kind that said he wanted to bed her. But the kind that caused her blood to run cold.

"You know, I was just wondering, I shit you not, if you were a sucker for punishment, or an airhead? I had just put my money on airhead when you opened that door," he said softly as the sound's of Jax and Angela's pleasure started to carry into the hall. "Trying to bed the boss won't get you your job back. It's not him that owns Cara Cara. The club is just the muscle. And that's beside the fact your trying to take the man of the actual owner's best friend."

Ima gave a soft pathetic growl as she tried to make her escape, but Opie stopped her. He had a point to get across. He firmly took her by the throat and pushed her into the opposite wall, as the noises got faster and more intense as Jax and Angela raced to their finish.

"You do anything to hurt this club, Angela, or Izzy, I will personally make sure we'll no longer have to look at your disease ridden snatch, do you understand me?" he growled. Ima wimpered, a few tears making their way down her face as her hands tightly gripped the wrist of the hand holding her to the wall. Opie tighted said hand marginally. "I asked you a question!"

Ima began nodding as furiously as his grip allowed. "I-I understand!" she managed to get out. Tilting his head, he listened to the sounds coming from Jax's room. He held her there, wanting to make a point. Jax was a taken man. That he wouldn't even contemplate being with this whore with a tunnel so big a semi could drive through. That and he wanted to torture her just a little bit with what she obviously couldn't have.

His smirk at her widened as the show came to a climax, literally.

"AH- AHH! Yes! Jax! JA-AX!" came Angela's voice, as she had obviously hit her big O. Jax's moan signaling his finish merely moments after.

Opie gave a small shove and pushed Ima towards her longed for exit, and watched her scramble her well used cunt out of the clubhouse.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Bobby met up with Tig and Clay at the Redwood.

"T.O. called," Bobby said. "Bastards need help."

"What happened?" Clay asked.

"We couldn't- couldn't tell. He was crying too hard, man," Tig said.

"Oh, shit! Call Jax," he said as he and the other two made their way out of the bar.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Where is he?" Clay asked the Bastard on watch.

"Kitchen," he said softly. The Sons walked into the kitchen to see T.O. staring at the bloody back of his V.P. Lander. Poor Bastard had a spread of gunshot wounds to his back and a knife through the base of his skull.

"Jesus Christ! Sorry, brother," Clay said softly. "What happened?"

"Found him like this. Bullets killed him. Knife was a message," T.O. said, almost without inflection.

"From who?" Tig asked.

"It's buried in his skull," T.O. spat.

Jax looked to Clay and said one word. "Calaveras."

"Yeah. Had to be Salazar."

"Anybody else see this?" Opie asked.

"No. Baby mama's got his kids."

"911?" Bobby asked.

"Didn't call, man. The things we're gonna do to the Mexicans, best no one puts motive on us," he said, his eyes becoming glassy.

"Retaliation's tricky, T," Clays said delicately. T.O. looked up and glowered at Clay. "The deal we made with the Mayans? It's barely a day old. Alvarez still has a connection to the Calaveras."

"And we have to vet all things Mexican before we do anything else," Bobby said.

"And if Alvarez says no? Huh?" The Grim president asked angrily as he stood. "What then? This is because we backed up Sam Crow," he spat, gesturing to his dead V.P.

"Come on, man. We got to bring Alvarez into the loop or he's gonna think we crossed him," Jax tried to reason.

"Race and rally in the barrio today. Mayans are sponsoring. I'm guessing those wetback skulls are gonna be there," Tig said.

"Give Alvarez a call. Tell him we're coming down," Clay ordered.

"Bastards are going," T.O. spat. Clay looked at him.

"Take two guys, T. All right? We're going for intel, not for battle." T.O. was breathing like a winded bull as he stomped out of the kitchen to pick his two guys.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jasper was just making his way out of the apartment that he had been renting since his move down to Charming when his phone went off. Digging it out of his pocket, he froze when he got a look at the number. He may not have had it programmed into this phone, not talking to anyone in the Forks charter of The Coven but Carlisle and Rosalie, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't know the number off the top of his head. He took a breath to calm himself, not really wanting to answer, but knowing that he didn't truly have a choice. He would just keep calling.

Pushing the answer button, he put the phone up to his ear and waited.

"Jazz?" came the hesitant voice over the phone.

"Only family has the privilege to call me that. We are no longer family," Jasper drawled out.

"Jasper, I-"

"Why are you calling, Emmett? I was havin' a rather pleasant morning before I saw your number," he asked. His accent thickening slightly as he cut off the man he once thought of as a brother.

"Bella's getting married," he said softly.

"I know. I'm leavin' for Belfast this afternoon."

"You're invited?!" Emmett asked in surprise.

"McCarty, where do you think I am?" Jasper asked.

"I don't know. Figured you were spending time with Peter and Char," came the uncertain answer.

"I'm in Charming. I followed Carlisle and Rose on one of their trips down here, and saw they were meeting up with Bella. Took me forever to grow the balls to face her."

"And she-? She forgave you?" Jasper sighed. That was the question, wasn't it. He knew that he was slowly gaining her favor again, but they will never hold that same deep bond they had before he went and pissed all over her heart.

"No. No, she hasn't forgiven me. But she's givin' me the chance to prove myself, and that's more than I deserve."

"Carlisle and Rose are going. I heard him talking on the phone with Aro. I've been ordered to stay in Forks; Jasper, if I send something to you through Carlisle, would you give it to Bells?" Emmett asked sadly.

"Depends on what it is," Jasper answered sternly.

"It's nothing that'll harm her. Just something to show how sorry I am, and that I'm still thinking about her."

"I'm sure she would prefer if you didn't think on her, Emmett. Out of that whole fiasco, what you and I did- Jesus, Emmett! We nearly fuckin' broke her. The only reason I believe she held on was for Charlie, and after she left, her old man down here."

"Is he good to her?"

"Far better than Eddie-boy. Chibs worships the ground she walks on. The man was lost when she and their son were kidnapped."

"She has a-!" There was a choked sob on Emmett's end of the line. Jasper stopped as his brows raised in realization. It seems Emmett has finally seen how much his loyalty to Edward had cost him.

"Yes. A new baby boy named Callum. Not even a week old. Chibs and Charlie took the first flight out when we got the call from Liam in Belfast that she was there. Man was spittin' up a storm when he realized the bastards made him miss the birth of his boy."

"Jasper, please. Will you please give Bella my package? It's the only way I'm afraid she'll let me apologize. I literally had to fall to my knees in shit to get Rosie to even stop to talk to me. I'll do anything!" he cried.

Jasper let him hang for a moment as he thought. His main concern is that the emotional upheaval would set Bella back. Especially now that she has some emotional stability in Chibs and the SoA.

"I'll take it, and I'll ask her if she'll have it. I'll give it to her if she says it's okay, but I'm mailing it back to you if she won't accept it. Do you understand me, McCarty?" Jasper asked.

Jasper hung up to Emmett's many 'Thank you's' and sobs. Jasper just figured that given enough time, even the most simple of people could learn.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Alvarez and his men met up with the Sons and the Bastards that had rode to the rally to meet them.

"I heard what happened. We had no knowledge," Alvarez tells them.

"Had to be Salazar," T.O. said.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe?" T.O. spat angrily. Pissed that this dickwad was keeping him from avenging his brother. "Are you serious?" he demanded, taking a step forward. Clay halted his progress by stepping in front of him and removing his shades to look him in the eye.

"I don't care how bad you're hurting. You need to focus your rage," he advised.

T.O. backed down, knowing he was out numbered and, at the moment, too upset to think clearly.

"Sorry. I knew Lander since I was four," he said to Alvarez.

"I get it, man. I didn't patch these puppets over, but they still serve a purpose."

"Then don't make this about the Calaveras. Like you said, had to be Salazar," Jax said.

"He's gone rogue," Opie pointed out.

"Strip him of his patch, man. Put somebody else in charge," Clay said, offering a middle ground. Avarez stepped back to confer with his top men before he gave his answer.

"Take a piss."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The three main men of the Calaveras, the president, vice president, and sergeant at arms, slowly walked into the park's men's restroom, their concern doubling seeing the number of Sons and the two Bastards waiting on them. Their exit barred by their Mayan allies.

"Somebody killed a member of the Grim Bastards this morning. Knife into his skull. Not too subtle," Alvarez said to the Calaveras calmly. He was calm even as he took out his pistol and held it to Salazar's head.

"Who did it," he asked.

"I don't know, man," Salazar said after taking a steadying breath.

"Bullshit," T.O. spat.

"These asshole's, they killed Pozo," Salazar said to Alvarez.

"Let me tell you how this works," he said, never lowering his gun. "I kill you, or you tell me which one of your lieutenants is responsible."

"What do you care if we offed some fat ni**er bitch, huh?"

"Hey, go to hell, man! Go to hell!" T.O. shouted as the Sons and his man held him back. Clay pulled his own gun and held it to the other side of Salazar's head.

"Now, if he don't care, I do," he said. "Now, a body's gonna hit the floor in the next minute. It's either going to be you or one of your brown buddies."

Salazar looked to Clay, for a moment pondering his choices before he addressed his Sergeant at Arms.

"Sorry, ese. He killed the fat man," he said, pointing to the now doomed lieutenant.

"Whoa, whoa," he said before pleading with his president in Spanish. "That's some bitch-ass shit!"

Alvarez looked to T.O. who nodded and shot the man right between the eyes as he continued to chew out Salazar. Salazar's V.P. panicked and held his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I wasn't there, all right? I swear to God!"

Alvarez and his V.P. rushed Salazar, pushing him against the wall and stripping him of his president's patch.

"Take off the kutte, ese," Alvarez ordered as they stepped back.

"What are you doing, man?"

It was Jax and Tig's turn to rush him as they prised the leather off of his back.

"Take it off."

"Take it off, bitch!" Tig spat.

Jax stepped back, showing him his patch on the back before balling the vest up and stomping it into the shitter.

"Hey! I'm gonna kill you for that," he promised. Clay didn't take to kindly to his family being threatened, and swung his iron fist right across Salazar's jaw.

Alvarez turned to the Calaveras' V.P. and held up the President's patch. "You've just been appointed president. Hopefully you'll do a better job keeping your guys in line."

He shoved the patch into his chest and the young man looked down at the now dead sgt. at arms and his dethroned former president, before addressing Alvarez.

"Yeah. I'll make sure of it."

"We good?" Alvarez asked Clay, who looked at T.O. T.O. nodded.

"Yeah," the mourning man said.

"A few of us are heading out of town for a week or so," Jax tells him. "Wedding party. You need anything, you call Sam Crow."

"This that pregnant little sprite that's gotten you guys to calm a little?" Alvarez asked. Jax nodded.

"You give her my good wishes, yeah? Tell her to take care of that little one."

"Will do, man," he promised, embracing the Mayan president in a friendly hug. The embrace between presidents was less friendly and more tense, but the lack of animosity was noted by both.

"Thank you," Clay said earnestly.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Gemma hesitated as she looked at Maureen's number. She knew she had to touch base with the woman. There was a lot of history between her, Mo, and J.T. None of it she particularly wanted to come to the surface, but with Jax going to Belfast, there really wasn't much of a choice.

She slowly dialed the number, and promptly hung up. Sighing in frustration before she dialed again.

"Hello, Ashby's?" came the greeting.

"Maureen?"

"Aye?"

"It's Gemma Teller. Can you talk?"

Maureen sighed. "Hold on," she said, transferring her to the back office, and closing the shop.

"I'm here," she said, answering the phone.

"You need to know. We'll be coming in tomorrow. Midmorning abouts. Clay told me you helped Izzy birth Callum," Gemma said.

"Aye. Healthy boy. Mother's doing fine as well. Liam and Siobhan took her to their's once she was able to be on her feet."

"Yeah, we heard. Listen. My boy, Jax? He knows nothing about John and Belfast."

"Nor does my Triny," Maureen said.

"Who's Triny?"

"Trinity, my daughter."

"What does she have to do with John?" Gemma asked. Maureen was stunned silent as she took in the ramifications of Gemma's lack of knowledge.

"Jesus Christ. You don't know, do you?"

Gemma froze as Maureen told her. Her brain and stomach both rebelling at the news she was hearing.

"My God," she said, dropping her phone and rushing to the nearest trash bin to empty her stomach. Maureen listened to her retching for a few moments before she couldn't take the guilt anymore and hung up. She dug an old lockbox out of the bottom drawer of her deck and went through it until she found an envelope.

Inside was a picture. A picture of her, John, and Trinity in Belfast. 1988.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

It was a rare quiet moment for Chibs. That was saying something considering the wedding planning and all of the people that were in and out of the house all day. Chibs had finally had enough and sent everyone out in a fit, saying that he was a father with a new baby who needed time to bond with both parents before even more of a mass of people showed up the next day.

They were already playing host to a goodly number of The Marauders, The Coven, at least the European contingent, and a handful of SAMBEL that Chibs trusted. Chibs herded Bella and Callum into the room Liam had given them and locked the door. Bella wouldn't admit it out loud in front of everyone else, but she was glad. She was starting to feel overwhelmed with all of the well wishes and offers to babysit. Not that she wouldn't appreciate said offers in the future, but for now, she just wanted to hold her baby and never let go. A feeling Chibs could identify with 100%.

Bella was, at the moment, asleep on her side, facing Callum, who was asleep on his back. Chibs was laying on the other side, his hand moving from his son's tummy, to Bella's face, where he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Three days," he said softly. Bella opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly through a hazy gaze.

"Hmm?"

"Three days, and you're mine."

"I'm already yours… possessive bastard," she smiled. Chibs chuckled.

"That you are."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Lyla met Jasper in the Clubhouse parking lot. He had an old Army bag on one shoulder, and a case that looked suspiciously like a gun case in his other. She raised an eyebrow at how he was going to get that out of this country and into another but shook it off. She had more important things to discuss with him.

"Hey, I'm going to have to stay here," she said sadly. Jasper dropped his bags.

"Why?" he asked. Lyla looked up at him.

"I have- I have something I have to tell you," she said haltingly.

"What's going on?" Lyla sighed and looked away for a moment.

"Well, you know how much I love you," she said. "How sad I'd be if anything happened to you."

"Baby, I'm going to a wedding in Ireland. Nothing is going to happen. Luann said she'd look after Piper, so you could come."

"It's not that. I- Jasper, I'm-" Jasper connected the dots.

"How far along?" Lyla looked up at him in surprise. He gave her a bemused smile.

"May not have any little ones of my own, but with the amount of pregnant women in this club, hard not to spot the signs when they're there," he said.

Lyla smiled. "Six weeks."

Jasper's smile turned megawatt. "Then here's the big question. Do you want to continue in porn?" he asked. Lyla hesitated, then nodded. "Do you want this baby?"

"More than anything!"

"Then I have a compromise. Continue until you start to show. Build up a small nest egg if you will. Then, when you start showing, you can take a break for a bit, and later, once the little one is born and things calm down, you can try the porn business again, or we can find you something to do behind the camera. Deal?" he asked.

Lyla beamed at him and threw her arms about his neck, kissing him for all he was worth.

"And, since you've decided to stay here, you've ruined one plan, so, time for plan b," he said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a modest diamond ring with a red ribbon tied to it. "Marry me?"

Lyla squealed and kissed him again before pulling back and looking at the beribboned ring on her finger.

"I love you, baby girl," he said with a grin.

"I love you, too!"

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jimmy was meeting with SAMBEL president McGee and his V.P. O'Neill in a nearly abandoned parking lot.

"Any word on SAMCRO?" O'Neill asked.

"Aye. They'll be in tomorrow morning with McCreery providing an escort," he informs them.

"Good. We'll be ready for them. They won't be here long," Jimmy said ominously before he turned and walked away with O'Neill sniffing up his ass.