Ah my skittles, I can't believe I got 21 reviews... FOR TWO CHAPTERS?! Duuude. I feel loved. I am doing a very long chapter for all you guys, along with the 22 followers and 9 favourites! I never thought so many people would like it! I appreciate you guys reading, along with ANY other person reading and enjoying. THANK YOU FOR YOUR KINDNESS AND UNWAVERING SUPPORT YOU GUYS! I feel so blessed. I shall start trying to better my writing for those who don't like it, but to those who do, I thank you so much! This chapter took me so long to upload, as I have been studying for all these exams coming up on the seventh of February. Which I am shitting myself thinking about! Not literally shitting, but I'm terrified to take exams, I always freeze and just forget everything. But at least I can say I tried! Right? That's what counts to me, if someone actually tries I mean. But moving back to the topic of the story though! Hope you enjoy this chapter, I slowed it down! Finally I know. I know it had to happen. But yes you asked and I did it. For the person who said they wanted Tara to go to Belfast... I WANTED TO MAKE IT HAPPEN BUT I COULDN'T. Not much Jax in this one, but he shall come in the next chapter. And. There. Will. Be. Plenty. Of Jax I meant... Anyhoo enough of my boring ramblings, Continue reading on!
Chapter 3.
Tara wakes up, her head pounding and her stomach churning. The sun coming in through the unclosed blinds, almost feels blinding to her hung-over eyes, and she hisses in pain as she averts her direct gaze from the window towards the person in bed beside her. Lyla is passed out alongside her, her blond hair a wild mane of tangles and her snores are loud enough to wake the dead. Tara cups her face in both hands and wipes at her eyes, as the events of last night register in her mind, and the almost arrest, she groans slowly. She sits up as she realizes the guys are probably gone to Belfast to get her- Jax's Abel.
She had been told quite clearly she was nothing to that kid, her heart crumples a little more at the memory of Jax telling her she wasn't his family. She wipes the tears threatening to fall from her eyes and clutches her stomach. The contents of which were making a desperate attempt at escaping her mouth. She gags as she runs for her bathroom, and pukes up what feels like pure acid. She sits back as she finishes, holding her head. She hears Lyla run down the hall, and moments later, the sounds of gagging fill the air. The thought causes Tara's stomach to churn. When Lyla finally stops, there's a few moments of silence. "Tara, are you okay?" Lyla calls out weakly.
"No, I feel like I am the walking dead"
"Same. Oh god my head"
"Aspirin's in the kitchen"
"I am not capable of walking that far" Lyla moans, and Tara slowly gets to her feet.
She flushes the toilet, and washes her hands and brushes her teeth. "Ugh" she sighs as she looks at her exhausted looking face in the mirror. No wonder Jax found Ima more attractive she thinks bitterly to herself and the tears threaten to spill, so she swallows the lump forming in her throat, and takes a deep breath to calm herself before she found herself having a breakdown. Good, don't cry keep going, good her brain repeated as she walks out of her bathroom sluggishly, and heads straight to the kitchen. Lyla appears in the doorway, her eyes surrounded in dark shadows and her make up from last night smudged everywhere.
"Hey Tara, you got any tampons?" she asked curiously. "Oh yeah, here" she smiles, and leads Lyla to the bathroom and shows her where they were. As her blonde friend thanks her, Tara looks at the blue box of Tampax(A/N Don't own this company, but thank whatever deity you believe in it exists :P) and suddenly she freezes. She quickly does her calculations in her mind, and her eyes widen in slight horror as she comes to the realization.
"What's wrong?! Do you like have an allergy to tampons or something?!" Lyla asks in alarm, as she watches her friend. "I-I think I'm pregnant" Tara whispers in a hushed tone, and Lyla stares at her friend, trying to decipher her reaction. "And we are happy about this?" she inquires cautiously. "I'm ecstatic, just scared what the club will do IF I am pregnant, which I may not even be. I'm probably not even, just me being overly worried and all" Tara sighs, running a hand over her face.
"Take the test" Lyla demands, and Tara sighs. She had realized her chances of being knocked up a few hours ago, and Lyla had been plaguing her ever since to take a test, but she had refused. "Later" she says as they pull up to the clubhouse to pick up Piper, Kenny and Ellie. "Coming in? I'll need hhelp getting the kids stuff to stay at my mom's for the week" she tells her and Tara heaves a heavy sigh, and follows her way too perky to be hung-over friend into the place she detested.
The bar smelled like smoke and liquor, and her stomach began churning as the fumes almost became overwhelming. "hurry up here please, I am going to fucking hurl" she warns Lyla, who nods and calls the kids names from the doorway. They all come barrelling in the door, hugging Lyla. "Hey Tara" Ellie greets her, Kenny waves, and Piper flashes her a big smile. "Hey kids, you excited to visit Lyla's mom?" she asks, and Piper nods, while the other two remain quite withdrawn. "We're not sure she'll like us" they explain quietly so Lyla can't hear. "Of course she will! What's not to like. You guys will love her, trust me. You two? Are some pretty fricking lovable kids" she smiles warmly, and the two seem to perk up considerably. "So guys, we got our bags packed?!" Lyla asks, and all three nod, and point to their bags by the door.
After the kids were dropped out to Lyla's mom's, Tara and Lyla are sitting in Tara's kitchen staring at the pregnancy test. "How long has it been" Tara asks solemnly, and Lyla checks. "It's time" she nods slowly, and Tara closes her eyes. "Like ripping off a Band-Aid. Nice and quick" she whispers, and with trembling hands, picks up the test. She looks into her friend's eyes, and slowly drags her gaze onto the little white stick. A little pus sign was visible. "I'm... I'm pregnant" she confirms, and her hand goes to her stomach. "I'm pregnant" she repeats, and begins to laugh as tears fall. Lyla hugs her. "You're pregnant" she smiles, and Tara stares at her stomach in awe and shock. "I have a baby in my belly. I am growing a person" she takes a deep breath and smiles. "I'm pregnant".
Meanwhile, on a plane on the way to Ireland, Jax sat looking out the window, staring at nothing in particular. He was so deep in thought he didn't hear Gemma lean over to him. "Alright baby?" she asked, touching his arm in concern. "Worried about Abel" he immediately replied, and Gemma nods, pretending she accepted that answer. "How's Ope doing?" Jax asks, as he gestures to his best friend since birth, who's asleep behind him, his snores louder than a bulldozer . "He'll live. Lyla will take him back. But the kids are going to Lyla's mother's or something for the week anyway, so she'll have time to process everything, and be there for Tara. You know how girls are with this stuff. Hopefully they are planning on not getting arrested again" she chuckles, and Jax shoots her a questioning look, raising an eyebrow. Gemma shifts around uncomfortably and clears her throat.
"Oh well last night, I got a call from a drunk Lyla saying that her and Tara got arrested, and she needed me to bail them out of the jail cell. I went because I want Tara to know I don't hate her and because they sounded so fucking wasted I knew they would just have got themselves into more fucking trouble which is exactly the opposite of what everyone needs right now... And you were busy with making the travel and plane plans, so I didn't think you'd want to know that Tara got arrested. It was Unser so he's not going to put it on his record. The store owner said he's willing to let it go so it wasn't a big deal or anything" she shrugs, and Jax stares at his mother in something akin to horror or anger, perhaps both.
"She got arrested while being drunk and didn't even tell me?! Not even a fucking phone call, or a fucking text. Like Oh hey it's Tara. By the way got arrested last night and your mom bailed me out or something like that?! Fuck sake. What the hell did they even do?" he demands, and Gemma smiles wryly. "They, in their drunken haze, decided to pull off grand theft fucking ice cream" she says amused and Jax slightly smiles, as Gemma turns to look him in the eyes. "But now baby, why would you care? Why should she have texted you, or let you know. You slept with another woman. You told her she's not your family, so you should be happy she's not chasing you desperately am I right?" Gemma asks, and sits back down properly as Jax runs a hand over his face, as he goes back to staring out the window, lost again in his thoughts and knowing that every single thing his mother had just said was right, but not wanting to actually admit it out loud to anyone, not even himself, just yet.
So you like?! Sorry it's so rushed and all, I have been up to my eyeballs in study. *shudders*. I hope someone reads this and enjoys it, that would probably make me cry with happiness. Don't mock me! I can't hear my cat miaowing, which normally indicates he's after doing something wrong. Who bets he's after using my bed as a scratching post again or NOOOO made a bed in my clothes drawers. NOT THE SHIRTS AGAIN! This surprisingly has happened before. Although I am an amazing cat owner. He secretly loves me... I don't know how this Author's note turned to the intriguingly adorable subject of felines and their habits of making beds out of people's new shirts and sweatpants, but yes. Back to my nerdy appreciation of all you readers. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read my story, I really appreciate you (yes YOU READING THIS NOTE RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME, I AM TALKING TO YOU) clicking on it, to read most likely out of boredom, or maybe it sounded interesting or something I don't know ... But I'm still grateful. Well I have nothing more to say except I like pickles, and my house has not one pickle. Which should be illegal. But somehow isn't. Alright before I start rambling, BYYYYYYYYE AND HERE'S A COOKIE (::) LOVE YOU!