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So... it's my birthday tomorrow!
Bamby
SPOV
After the flight, I felt horrible. The car ride to the clubhouse didn't help. I sat in the back of the van, head in my lap. The bumping and turning made my stomach turn and churn.
"We're nearly home, Letti." Chibs rubbed my back from where he sat beside me.
Juice, who had been looking at me worriedly from my other side, placed his hand on my knee. All the guys were watching waiting for me to chuck my guts up.
"We're here," mum called over her shoulder as I felt the car slow before coming to a stop.
I pushed past all the guys, rushing past Tig and the prospects. Moving to the nearest bin, I let it all come up, hurling as my stomach emptied. I coughed as it all stopped, groaning at my killer headache.
"You okay, baby?" mum asked from behind me.
I looked over my shoulder at her, shaking my head. "I must be coming down with something. I've never been this sick."
She turned, looking to one of the prospects. "You," they walked over and I noticed was it Jordan, "take Letti to the hospital."
I shook my head, making me feel worse. "I'll be fine."
"Bullshit," mum replied, looking to Jordan. "Hospital. Now."
He nodded, hand resting on my back. "Come on."
Groaning, I let him lead me back to the van where the other prospects were pulling out the bags.
"Scarlett."
I turned to see Juice walk towards me, coming out of the clubhouse with his cut now on his back. I smiled at him as he looked at me worriedly. "I'm fine. Mum just wants me to go to the hospital to make sure." He leaned forward to kiss me but I shook my head. "I just threw up. I don't think you want to be tasting that."
He looked to Jordan, his eyes flashing to where the prospect's hand rested on my back. "Take care of my girl," he told him, looking into his eyes. There was a possessive nature to his words.
Jordan just nodded, helping me get in the van. "I'll keep her safe."
...
I sat in the ER, the doctor walking up to me with paperwork, results already back. He sat in the chair next to the bed, something I had never seen a doctor do which lead me to think something was wrong.
"Well, you're completely healthy," he started and I felt myself relax.
"Why do I feel like there's a but coming?"
He looked me straight in the eyes. "Are you aware you're about four months pregnant?"
My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
He nodded. "The sickness is due to the pregnancy."
"But that's not possible. I've only started feeling sick the last week or so. How can I be four months along? I mean, look at me." I gestured to my stomach.
But I remembered how I had put on a little weight. I thought it was from the stress eating, I only really noticed when I'd been hanging around Belfast with nothing to do but worry. I had been snacking on fries whenever I could get my hands on some, so I automatically assumed it was because of that...
"Not all women experience morning sickness, or headaches. In fact there are some cases where they don't even know they're pregnant until the third trimester of even until they're in labour. The fact you're feeling sick now could be due to anything. Change of diet, stress. There are a number of reasons."
Stress. I had plenty of that. Drew. Zobelle. Kip. Cameron. Abel. Hale. Belfast. Mum. Everything had been piling up...
...
My hand rested on my pocket above the ultrasound picture... of my twins.
Jordan hadn't asked me anything when I came back out of the ER. He had just walked us to the car, looking over at me every now and then as I stared blankly at the floor. I didn't know what to do. How was I supposed to tell Juice? Would he even want babies? I mean we're having twins...
"Jesus Christ," I sighed, resting my head on the window.
We drove into the lot, my eyes locking on to Jax and the guys as they stood in front of Alvarez. Juice, Bobby and Kozik weren't there though, the others standing behind my brother and step-father.
The van stopped and I got out without saying a word. As I walked around the van, a car pulled into the lot, parking closer to the guys. I watched as Bobby got out, Juice and Kozik following him with a Spanish woman between the three. I had a feeling this all had something to do with Tara...
"If I have to listen to one more word of this..." Bobby shook his head at the woman. She was speaking in Spanish, the guys not understanding her. I watched as they walked her over to Clay and Jax. "Shut up!"
"Anything?" Clay asked.
"No, I... Her name's Ramona, I think. I can't understand a word she says," Bobby sighed.
"Nobody speaks Spanish?" Clay turned to Juice who avoided his gaze. "Nothing?"
Finally he answered, "I'm a Puerto Rican from Queens. I speak better Yiddish." He shrugged.
Groaning, I pushed past them all looking to the woman. Speaking in Spanish I started, "My name is Scarlett. These guys, they need your help. We're looking for Hector Salazar. He took my friend. She's a mother and a wife."
She just shook her head, telling me she had no idea where he could be.
While she was talking, Kozik hit Juice's arm. "Did you know she spoke Spanish?"
"No... but it's hot..." Juice looked me up and down.
Concentrating on the woman, I gestured to both the Samcro and Mayan guys. "They will kill you," I noted in Spanish. "They don't care about your life. Please. Help me, so they don't hurt you."
Alvarez stepped next to me, speaking to the woman in Spanish. "How do you know Hector?"
"He's my nephew," she explained.
He pulled out his gun, pointing it at her head. "Unlike these stupid white boys, I'll kill you unless you give me something."
"Jesus Christ." I glared at him. "She's innocent!"
He ignored me as he looked to Ramona.
"I don't know where he is."
Seeing Alvarez's patience run thin, I looked to the woman. "Where would he go to hide?" I asked, trying to help her before she ended up with a head full of bullets.
She looked between Alvarez and me before answering, her eyes full of fear. "The old dumping yard, along the 18. Might be there. I don't know. Please... please don't let them hurt me."
With an answer, I moved her back, standing in front of the gun, looking Marcus in the eyes. "You have what you need. Now let her go."
He looked from me to the woman, my guys moving closer as the gun stayed pointed to my head. Lowering his gun, he nodded before turning to his men. "Let's go." the Mayans headed for their bikes.
"Stay with them," Jax told the guys before they all rushed over to their bikes.
I turned to Ramona. "Do you need me to take you anywhere?" I asked her soothingly feeling so bad that her nephew's mistakes had lead her here today.
Clutching her chest, crying, she nodded. "Home," was all she said.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder I lead her to one of the cars, both of us getting in. I wasn't going to trust anyone else with the task of taking her home. She was too scared.
...
After dropping Ramona off at her place, I drove back to the yard. I had been sitting in the car for a while now, staring at the ultrasound I now held in my hands. They're so small. I rested my hand on my stomach wondering how I hadn't know. I've been walking around for four months now with two beings inside me. How could I have not know?
I wasn't late with my period, or I would have noticed... but I had been lighter than usual. I'd been eating and craving fries. I had put on that little bit of weight I'd noticed while in Belfast, but I'd though that was from all the fries. And besides feeling a little off and having some headaches every now and then, I hadn't really felt sick until a few weeks ago.
I guess with everything that had been going on, the moment everything settled my mind had a chance to clear enough to notice something was going on inside my body...
A knock on the window had me jump as I quickly slipped the ultrasound back into my pocket. Looking up I saw Jordan waiting for me.
Opening the door, I stepped out. "What's up?"
"You've been holed up in there for hours... I was getting worried."
"Hours?" I pulled out my phone, seeing missed calls and unread messages, the clock telling me I had indeed been out of it for hours now.
Looking up at Jordan I nodded to him before turning to head over to the clubhouse. I stared at the ground in deep thought, wondering how I was supposed to work through this. How was I supposed to be a mum?
"Hey, your mum's back," Phil said as I walked by the bar. He stood next to Miles, looking worried I was going to rip into them.
"My mum was missing?"
They just looked between each other, confused, before Miles nodded. "She ran off like an hour ago. Just came back." He shrugged. "Didn't the guys tell you?"
That explains all the messages.
The clubhouse doors opened, Juice and Happy walking in.
"Can I show you guys something?" Chucky asked them.
Juice ignored him, stepping over to me. "We've been calling you. Where have you been?"
"I, uh... sitting in the car." I shrugged.
He frowned, confused and worried before his attention was caught by the two nervous prospects.
"Gemma finally showed up. In the kitchen." Phil nodded to the kitchen.
"It's on me," Miles added. "I let her slip out."
Juice looked at both of them, a stern and serious look in his eyes. At first, I thought he was going to lecture them, yell at them. It was what you did to prospects. But instead he shook his head, offering a kind smile. "It's alright, man. You just got Gemma'd. Happens to all of us," he told them before resting a hand on my lower back, leading us to the kitchen.
Mum was going through the cupboard, Juice and I stopping in the doorway.
"You okay?" he asked her. She turned as he went on, "Prospects were shitting themselves."
She pulled out a pan, nodding. "Yeah. Just needed to run an errand." She shrugged.
"What's that for?" He nodded to the pan.
"I wanna make a pancake breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Love that." Juice pulled me closer instictively.
Mum looked from me to Juice. "Anything on Tara?"
When he didn't answer I looked up at him, seeing his eyes glued to his feet. With a sigh, he spoke up,"Salazar's got her and Jacob Hale hostage." Mum and I both went to move out of the kitchen, Juice stepping in our way. "The cops and feds are everywhere, Gemma. You can't go. I mean it."
"I can." I went to push past him.
But he shook his head. "Jax doesn't want you there... just in case. Anything happens to you two, it'll crush Jax."
Mum sighed with frustration, turning away from us. Seeing her there, under house arrest, unable to do anything. I could tell it was eating at her. I hated it all too. My head started to spin. I grabbed Juice for support, closing my eyes.
"Whoa." he grabbed me, keeping me on my feet. "Are you okay?"
Mum turned back to us, worrying over me now. "Jesus Christ." She brushed my hair from my face, looking at me with concern. "What did the doctor say?"
I opened my eyes, locking them on to her's. I knew I should have told them. I knew mum wouldn't judge me or get upset. Yet I found myself shrugging. "They couldn't find anything wrong. I'm as healthy as a horse." I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
Mum looked at me and I swear there was a knowing look in her eyes, but Juice spoke up, making me look away form her.
"That's bullshit," he exclaimed. "Healthy people don't throw up and get these kind of headaches."
I looked away from him, moving my gaze to the ground. If only I knew how to tell you...
Bamby