(Juan's POV)

Leaving Krystal home with only the other women for her baby shower was not really something I wanted to do, but I knew I had to do my part. I had to trust that we would be okay and she would be okay. Everything had to go perfectly. Our family of five had to survive this. I was amazed that I already thought of David as ours as much as I thought of Evelyn and Michael as ours. We were a couple who had three living kids and one angel in heaven, even though my DNA was no part of two of them (David and her baby that had died), and her DNA wasn't directly part of one of them (her brother).

Just a couple of years ago, I never would have expected my life to be like this. We hadn't met for the second time yet. The club was my main focus. I didn't care about finding love. I wasn't looking for someone to spend my life with. SAMCRO was my priority and I got laid whenever I wanted. I definitely wasn't thinking about becoming a father, but now here I was. I had a pregnant wife, and we were taking care of her brother, expecting our own flesh and blood to be joining this world any day. She had walked back into my life and now I couldn't imagine it any other way. I didn't want to, either.

When I arrived at the clubhouse, I was glad the contractors had finished in time. We had been a bit worried they wouldn't. They'd had a lot to do this week, but they had managed to get it all done. We were going to go meet Roarke and Connor at the warehouse, Jax was going to kill Roarke, and then we were going to let Connor know how we were moving forward from this. We were stepping away from the gun trade. He was going to sell to the Mayans, and they were going to distribute to the gangs. It had taken a lot of negotiation between Alvarez, Jax and Tyler, but they'd worked out the territory issues. We'd be here to play mediator if we had to, but we weren't going to be directly involved in anything illegal anymore.

Once Roarke was dead and Connor had spoken to the kings, we were going to come back to the clubhouse. We were going to have one last church with Jax at the head of the table, then he was going to pass the gavel over to Chibs. Chibs was going to officially pick his VP (he'd been stubbornly silent about it when asked) and then Happy was going to black out Jax's ink tonight. Jax was planning on heading to Norco this week to set up the rooms for him, Tara and their kids. Tara was staying till the end of the month, then she'd be working at a hospital down there starting next month. Nero was already living there with his boy. Skye and Wendy had already applied for jobs down there and they would make the move when they had jobs lined up, then they'd stay at the ranch until they found a place to live.

Things were changing, and I knew my wife was hesitant about change. She was going to miss her best friend. She didn't really want to stay in Charming forever, mainly because she hated living in California, but I promised her that one day, we'd retire up north, either in Washington or Oregon, because that was what she wanted. I knew she was sacrificing that dream to stay with me because the club was mine, so I vowed that one day, when I was ready to step away from the club, as Jax was doing now, we would move up north. She'd given me so much, I wanted to be able to give that to her one day.

As I waited for the rest of the guys to arrive, so we could all head to the warehouse, I smoked a cigarette. I was thinking about my wife, mainly hoping that she didn't go into labor any time soon. I wanted to be there for the whole thing. Even though she was still only 35 weeks pregnant, the doctor had told her the twins could come any time now and they should be okay. I was just hoping she at least waited until tomorrow, or even just until today was over. I had noticed that she had been having more back pain and discomfort the past couple days, even though she hadn't said anything. Jax joined me, silently, without me noticing. "Thank you for doing this today. I know you hate leaving Krystal alone when she's so close to having the babies, but we need you," he said after a few minutes of silence.

Nodding, I just shrugged. I didn't really need the thank you. I wouldn't have missed this. As much as I loved my wife, and I would be there for her at a moment's notice, I would be there for my club, too. As long as they both didn't need me at the same time it was all good. "I wouldn't miss this, brother. I'm here. As long as she doesn't go into labor, you know I'm here. We're all going to get through this whole. We're almost on the other side of all this shit. You've done amazing things for this club. We've just got to get through the next couple hours. We got this," I said, taking the last drag of my cigarette and then tossing the butt on the ground, stepping on it to put it out.

Clapping me on the shoulder, Jax took the last drag of his cigarette, and after he dropped his butt and stepped on it, he gave me one of those one-armed man hugs. "I really do appreciate it, man. I know I'm leaving the club in good hands. And I don't know for sure any more than the rest of you, but if Chibs does pick you, I know you're going to make a great VP," he said, probably to reassure me. I had been trying not to overthink it too much. If he picked me, great, and if he didn't, that was okay too, but I realized how nice to was to hear Jax's approval if he did pick me. I thanked him before we headed off to gather everyone up so we could leave.

A little while later, we were all at the warehouse. I was standing with Chibs, Tig, Jax and Connor as we waited on Roarke. Rat and Quinn were keeping watch on the building. T.O. even had some of the Bastards hidden around the perimeter just in case things got out of hand. There were only a few Grim Bastards anymore, and we'd talked about voting T.O. in if the Bastards folded. Jax had even talked to the Presidents of the other charters to change that bylaw about not allowing anyone of color into the club, so if it came to that, we'd have the okay. That was one of his final acts as president, he'd said, getting us out of illegal ventures and changing the bylaw that had almost gotten me killed. He wanted to leave a good legacy.

Cars pulled up, and a few minutes later Roarke, with a couple of other Irishmen flanking him, walked into the warehouse. Jax didn't bother to hesitate. He pulled out his gun, shot Roarke in the head before he could even react. Chibs and I also drew our guns and before his men had a chance to react, they were dead, too. Tig drew his weapon and all four of us were aiming at Connor, and the men he'd had with him. "No need for harsh reactions. The killing can end here," Jax said, lowering his gun in an effort to get the Irish to do the same.

Gesturing to his guys so they would lower their weapons, Connor swallowed audibly, looking at the dead bodies, and then back at Jax. "What the bloody hell are you doin'? You think you can kill a King and get away with it, Teller? What the fuck do you think is going to happen now?" he asked, running a hand through his hair as we all lowered our weapons, though Chibs and I kept our stances ready. We were ready to protect ourselves in case the conversation went awry.

Shrugging, Jax put his gun back into the waistband of his pants, replacing his shirt over the top so it was hidden, then smoothing his hair before addressing Connor's questions. "Belfast already has the word. They will smooth the transition there. After the action the Real IRA took against us that caused the death of Opie and my mother, and the destruction of our clubhouse, we're not working with them anymore. Which puts you in a great position. They already knew of your treason, playing them, earning more than you told them and lying to them about it. Roarke was going to kill you, or have us kill you. Either way, you were going to end up dead," Jax paused then, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

Eyebrows raised, Connor waited to see how this was going to benefit him. "I couldn't let that go completely without taking a life, so Roarke here is my retribution. His death is also your salvation. You can take over the guns here. I know you have your own connections. You will sell your guns to Alvarez. He'll meet with you so you two can iron out those details. SAMCRO will no longer be distributing. That's going to be taken over by the Mayans. We'll be around, obviously, to mediate if necessary, but we want no part of it anymore. I'm stepping down, and our club will be pursuing legal means to earn money only. We just saved your life. You can't go back to Ireland. You pretty much have no choice in the matter, but I tried to work it so you'd have advantages, too," he finished.

Opening his mouth, Connor tried to speak, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth, opened it to try again, but closed it for the second time. "I think the words yer lookin' for, Con, are 'Thank you very much,'" Chibs supplied for him when he opened his mouth once more and still said nothing. He was trying to process, trying to find a way out of this, or a way around it, but he couldn't. Jax had thought of everything. There was only one path now, if Connor wanted to live and still earn money. He finally nodded and repeated the words, and shook hands with us. Jax gave him the number to get in touch with Alvarez and we left.

As we all got back to the clubhouse, I knew I wasn't the only one ready to see my Old Lady. We were all ready to celebrate the fact that everything had gone according to plan. I called Krystal as soon as I'd parked my bike, ready to let her know that I was fine, and that she could bring all the other women that were at her baby shower over to the clubhouse to join us in our celebration. "Hey, Ace. You've got impeccable timing. Can you meet me at the hospital? We're about to have two babies," she answered the phone with those words, which had me freezing completely for a moment.

No words came to me for a moment, long enough that she thought the call had dropped. "Juan? Hey, my water just broke. Can you meet me at the hospital? Are you there? Are you okay?" she asked, the worry rising in her voice. I snapped out of my shock and answered that I would meet her there, then hung up the phone. The rest of the guys were still mingling around their bikes, getting off and headed toward the clubhouse. I started my bike again, and when Jax asked where I was going, I told him I was becoming a father, and going to the hospital before I took off, leaving the parking lot.

A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to get this up. I've been trying to work as much as I can, so I haven't even had much free time to write, even if my writer's block had let up, which it hadn't. Anyway, there's one more chapter to this and then an epilogue. I think it sums up everything nicely, so I might not ever post part 5, if my muse never comes back, but hopefully y'all will be okay with that if it is the case. I really hope my muse does come back, though. I had a lot of good stuff planned for part 5 and I already have about 6 chapters written, but if I don't find my muse to write more, I guess it'll be okay ending here. Let me know what you think. Thanks to everyone who reads, and especially to those who review!

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