Holly dialed Jax's number, sitting outside in the backyard, taking a drink of her tea.
"Babe? Everything ok?"
"I just needed to hear your voice. I had a bad dream and I got worried about you. How are you doing?"
"I'm trying to hold on, but I'm still struggling a bit. You sound better. Like you finally got enough sleep."
"I did, actually. I don't feel as nauseous either. So I decided to sit out in the backyard. Get some fresh air and some sun."
"You wearing that little bikini of yours?"
"Only for you, my love."
She smiled, hearing the smile in his voice. She knew he was probably faking it for her sake, but she'd take it. She took another drink and sighed softly.
"Any more news?"
"Nothing yet. We're working on it."
"I'm thinking about coming back to Charming. As much as I needed this getaway, I wanna be at home. I miss our bed."
"I would say go ahead but there's no one we could spare to watch over you. We're working on recruiting bodies on top of looking for Abel. Everyone's tied up in shit, babe."
"I know. I miss you."
"I miss you too."
She heard voices in the background.
"I'll let you go. Call me later."
Holly drove around, looking for Gemma's dad's caddy, finally spotting it outside the woods, following the trail down to a gorgeous lake, sitting next to Nate.
"You remember everything, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Tig is fine. We were able to get the bullet out and there's no damage. Gemma's worried about you."
"I hate this."
"I'm sorry. And I wish that I could change things for you. But I can't. All I can do is tell you that you have someone you can lean on."
"Oh please. Gemma's been gone so long that we don't know each other anymore because of how things went between her and her mother. And my caretaker's only around because Rose paid for it. I'm supposed to go to a home and I don't want to."
"I'm sorry."
"Who are you to Gemma?"
"I'm dating her son and carrying his baby."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. But things aren't going so well for us right now either."
"What do you mean, darlin'?"
She smiled softly and let out a soft laugh.
"That's what Jax calls me. Jax's son, our son, was kidnapped. Gemma doesn't know, because Jax doesn't want her to have a heart attack or irritate her heart, but I miss that little boy. I've been through more than my fair share of tragedies this past year and this is just the latest. I'm doing a little better, but I'm still struggling pretty hard with things. All I can do is hope that things will get better."
She looked at him when he took her hand, kissing it softly, giving him a small smile.
"You'll be fine, darlin'. Your boy'll come back to you and you'll be able to breathe again. You're lucky that you have people in your corner that care about you."
"I am lucky on that front."
She sat with him and looked over on the water for a few minutes before going back to the cars with him, following him back to the house.
Holly looked over at Gemma, letting out a deep sigh.
"You're an idiot, you know that right? This is the last thing the club needs. A dead caretaker, killed by someone on the run."
"It'll be taken care of, don't worry."
"Don't worry? Gemma, I'm supposed to be on bedrest and you have me out looking for your dad, only to come back to see that you killed his caretaker! I came here to get away from drama. Not get in the middle of more."
She sighed softly, sitting back in her chair, feeling her stomach start to lurch, gagging hard as she jumped out of the chair and rushed to the sink, emptying her stomach for a solid two minutes before she was able to stop, holding onto her stomach.
"Goddamn baby symptoms. This fucking sucks."
"Have you eaten anything today?"
"Only the pancakes you made this morning. And an apple."
She rinsed out her mouth before washing out the sink as Tig came back in, going back into her room to call Jax, shaking her head.
"Hey, babe. I was just getting ready to call you. You ok?"
"You mean after I spent 2 minutes puking because of your demon spawn? I'm great. Brilliant. I'm just fucking aces."
"Ok I get it. I'm sorry you're not feeling good. Anything I can do?"
"You're in Charming, babe. There's nothing you can do."
"I'm heading up there tomorrow. We're gonna go get our boy."
"What? Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. I'm taking mom with us and keeping her there for a while. Get her out of dodge."
"She'll love that. Does that mean you're gonna tell her about Abel?"
"I'm gonna have to."
She started munching on some crackers.
"What are you guys gonna do about the charges?"
"We'll be back in time for the hearing. Or, try to be."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Front us some cash?"
"How much do you need?"
"10,00k?"
"I can do that. I'll wire the amount to the garage. Will that be ok?"
"That's fine. Thanks, babe. I'll make sure you get compensated."
"Anything else I can do?"
"No, that's it. Thanks."
"No problem. I can't wait to see you."
"Me neither. I miss you. In more ways than one."
"I do too. Stupid fucking hormones."
He chuckled.
"I'll more than happy to take care of your hormones."
"Shut up, Teller."
She laughed softly.
"I gotta go. Tig needs me for something. We finally found Nate and we wanna make sure he's ok."
"Ok. Take it easy, babe."
"I will. I love you."
"Love you too."
She hung up and went downstairs to talk with Bachman. To say the guy was creepy, was an understatement.
"I can help you with the music. As long as you don't get my laptop dirty."
"I can do that."
She nodded, racing upstairs. She wanted the guy out of the house as quickly as possible. She queued up the music as she walked back downstairs, setting it down on the counter before going back up with Tig and Gemma. She let out a shiver as she heard her cell rang, picking it up.
"Hello?"
"Holly? It's Cherry."
"Shit. Cherry. How are you holding up, chick?"
"I'm fine. I need a favor. I need a number for Gemma."
"Why do you need it? Is everything ok?"
"Someone in Belfast needs it. Maureen Ashby."
"You ended up in Belfast? How is it out there?"
"Cold as shit. I hate it."
"At least you're safe. It's probably best you deal with me. Gemma's got a lot going on right now. Give this Maureen my cell number."
"Ok."
"I want you to know, Kip got made a member posthumously."
"Post….. He's dead?"
"You didn't know? Shit. I'm so sorry."
"How?"
"He died protecting me and Abel."
Holly picked up her phone when it rang, looking at the number, seeing that it was withheld, answering it cautiously.
"Hello?"
"Is this Holly Pavlov?"
"Yes it is. Can I ask who's calling?"
"Maureen Ashby. Cherry told me you'd ask I talk to you instead of Gemma."
She sat up, turning on the bedside lamp.
"Yeah I did. Why did you wanna talk to us?"
"I know what my cousin did and I wanna make it right."
"Who's your cousin?"
"Cameron Hayes."
She let out an angry sigh.
"Cameron's dead. Was killed for his mistakes. We know that Gemma wasn't the one that killed Edmond, it was ATF."
"Where's my son?"
"In Belfast."