Hello there world of fanfiction! How are you dear?! I hope you are well. I am back again, with another chapter! I hope this news pleases you if not I am awfully sorry, but you can just click off now! :) That's fine right? So anyhoo! I missed writing this story so much, and missed you guys so much! How are your lives?! I hope they are intriguing and full of excitement! But onwards with the story dear reader! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Nine.
Tara grumbles her utter annoyance at Lyla, who was currently tending to her hand and foot, like Tara was some fucking invalid who wasn't capable of taking care of herself. Lyla's point was "You got fucking shot so shut the fuck up and let me take care of you, you whiny bitch", and Tara's numerous complaints had fallen upon stubbornly deaf ears. It didn't help the fact Gemma was demanding Tara come to the clubhouse tonight, for an impromptu party she swore blindly had nothing to do with Jax and her being in the same room together.
Tara and Lyla had been called to help out put out food and the likes, which Tara was honestly grateful for seeing as Lyla was acting like she was dying, and the hospital had demanded she take a leave of absence. Her numerous attempts at trying to prove she was just fine and was perfectly capable of working was again ignored, and it's with a dull excitement her and Lyla make their way to the clubhouse.
"So what's going on between you and Opie" Tara asks curiously, as she notices Lyla's hands tighten around the steering wheel.
"Nothing, but I could ask the same question between you and Jax" she smiles sweetly, and Tara huffs.
"Nothing. I just want to be able to see Abel" she sighs, sadness slightly present in her tone. Lyla doesn't answer, instead reaches over and squeezes Tara's hand reassuringly.
By the time they get to the clubhouse, both women not so subtly checks the line of bikes for the one they knew most. From their angle, Jax and Opie's were missing from the lot, which should have been an occurrence both should have been extremely thankful for but instead are filled with a certain disappointment. Tara turns towards Lyla before they exit the car.
"I know I can't get drunk for the foreseeable future, but I do plan on having fun tonight. And so are you. So fuck them two for tonight, girl's night?" she asks, holding up a pinkie finger. Lyla wraps her pinkie around Tara's.
"Girl's night" she agrees in a soft pleasant tone.
And with that agreement hanging in the air, the two friends exited the car, and headed over to where Gemma was puffing a cigarette. "Hey there sweetheart" she smiles wirily, her hands automatically stubbing out the cigarette and placing themselves on Tara's stomach.
Her eyes gleamed, as she stared at the small bump that was forming. Jax walked out the door behind Gemma and noticed her hands on Tara, and then took in the fact Tara was actually here. His face immediately formed into a smile upon seeing her, and the little bump. The kid they made, together, was in there.
"Jax" Tara greets him, her tone slightly cold. He winces as it registers in his mind, his brain and his heart begging to never hear such coldness in her voice again, especially solely directed towards him.
"Tara" he smiles, and she feels a shiver going up her spine at his voice's slight huskiness as it wraps around her name. She turns to Gemma, desperate to attempt to pretend that Jax's presence had no effect on her. Gemma smiles reassuringly at her, and pats her hand.
"How's the morning sickness?" she asks, and Tara is relieved with the change of topic.
"Oh it's getting better! Yeah Lyla's been getting up to comfort me if I am and you know, hold my hair and everything. You'd swear she's this kid's parent" she chuckles, and Jax visibly tenses up, but it seems she's the only one to notice.
"Morning sickness?" Jax asks, and Tara nods.
"It was really bad for a while but whatever Johnathon puts into his juice works wonders" she smiles and he frowns.
"Who's Johnathon?" he questions, and she crosses her arms defiantly over her chest.
"That really isn't any of your business" she says coldly, and Gemma drags her off into the bar. Lyla smirks at Jax, who's racking his brain for any mention of a Johnathon in her past. He comes up blank, and is left alone, fuming.
Hours later, Tara is holding Abel when his eyes begin to droop, heavy with sleep. "Is the little man tired" she whispers, and she receives a sight gurgle in reply. She hands the baby to Gemma, and tells her that she is going to find Jax, to ask him if he wants her to babysit the baby tonight. Gemma smiles proudly at Tara's retreating figure, and looks down at the grumpy boy cradled in her arms. "Your mama is damn well gonna fight for you baby" she smirks.
Tara is walking gingerly into the hallway with the Sons own rooms, when a door opens and she's being yanked inside one. Jax's one to be more precise. She ends up shoved against the wall, Jax staring down at her, his eyes alight with a fire she hasn't seen for a while.
"Who's Jonathon and why is he making you Juice?" he hisses, and she almost laughs, until she realises he's being entirely serious.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You really think you have any right asking why a man I associate with is trying to help me?" she scoffs, but the fire in his eyes does not dim, instead begins glinting even more dangerously.
"Now is not the time to be fucking around. Who. Is. He" he demands, and Tara sighs.
"He's a fucking co-worker, who's married, and when he heard I was having morning sickness, offered me this Juice he would make for his wife when she was pregnant to help her morning sickness. All four times she has been pregnant" she spits out the words as though they were venom, and Jax's grip immediately loosens on her wrists. "Oh" is all he can say.
"That's all you can say?" she scoffs, as if giving up on him.
"What the fuck do you want me to say Tara?! What the FUCK do you want me to do, because I will do it. Without any question nor hesitation. You want an apology for Ima?! Fine. I'm so sorry for that shit, my mind was fucked from Abel and you and" he cuts himself off, taking a step forward, pressing Tara flat against the wall, his body flush against hers. "You blamed me for Abe getting taken and you fucked Ima to try and get a new family. I get it" she says flatly, and his eyes roam her face, stopping on her eyes as if desperately searching for a trace of the love she once had for him.
"Perhaps at the beginning I did. In a fucked up way, I blamed you. And I was wrong, so so wrong. But I did NOT fuck Ima to get a new family, I am perfectly content with the one I have" he brushes his fingers lightly over her bump at these words, and she realises how close they are together physically.
"Jax, don't" she says lightly, and his head snaps up, to glance into her eyes. "Why not?! Why can't I touch my old lady's stomach, which is growing MY kid in there? Why can't I kiss you right now" he leant closer "and you just kiss back?" and he closes the gap between their lips, and she loses herself momentarily, allowing her heart to flow into the kiss, and he responded with an equal enthusiasm. But she remembered where she was, and what happened the last time she was in this room and her stomach twisted and she shoved him away, and dropped her gaze from his wounded eyes.
"No. Not here, never here" she gasps and his face twists into an expression of confusion until realization sweeps over his features, and he has the decency to look ashamed.
"Tara" he began, but she shook her head. "I uhm came back here to see if you want me to babysit Abel for the night, he's tired and grumpy out there and Gemma's dead on her feet. I mean I get if you want him to go to family" she says awkwardly and he nods. "No you're about the only family he needs. Of course you can have him for the night" he nods, and Tara's face breaks out into a grin.
"Oh thank you! Gemma already put a car seat in my car, you know what she's like" she rolls her eyes, but there's a good natured expression upon her face. He smiles at her thankfully, and just as she goes to walk away he grabs her hand so she's facing him and drops to his knees, his face at her stomach level. He looks at her cautiously as he slightly raises the shirt's material to plant a kiss on the bump that is present. He mumbles a few sentences that Tara can't make out, but she feels like she's not meant to, and he stands up. She nods and walks out, leaving him to sit on his bed alone.
Tara walks out to her car, Lyla already in the passenger's side half asleep, Abel in her arms. she smiles as the baby babbles, clearly fighting the urge to fall asleep. She just has the door open when she hears her name being called. It's Chibs, Bobby and Opie. She smiles at the men approaching, who smile in return. "What's up guys?" she asks, her interest peaking. Bobby clears his throat and awkwardly smiles at her.
"Look Tara, I'm just saying this, that our dear VP had his head stuck up his ass to even consider losing you, but I'm asking as a friend to the both of you, don't just give up on him" Bobby says his small piece and walks away, swaying slightly from the alcohol he had consumed, and wrapping his arms around two young blonde croweaters, leading them inside.
"Aye Doc, the man has a point. But that's not what I needed. I just needed to ask would you be available right now for a moment, on the request of Clay" Chibs says, and Tara's head shoots up.
"Wait what? Clay wants to speak to me?" she asks, and he nods.
"He said he needs to say something to you. Sounded kinda gravely important, but ya know" Chibs smirked and Tara sighs, looking at the tired baby in her arms.
"He said meet him in the office, it's quieter. Ya can bring the babba too" he informs her, and Tara nods. Chibs walks away towards the clubhouse. Tara and Opie exchange a look, and she sees he's worried but she tries smiling reassuringly.
"Look would you mind sitting with her, even in the backseat just until I get back out?" she begs, her eyes falling on the very intoxicated Lyla.
"Yeah, no problem" he says gruffly, and she smiles thankfully at him, before making her way towards the office. The light is already on, so she just walks in and is not surprised to see Clay already standing inside, leaning against the desk.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asks, and he nods.
"Yeah, I did. See Tara, I have begun to love you like a daughter, and you know what that means right?" he asks, and she wrinkles her eyebrows, as she shakes her head, in shock he admitted to loving her.
"It means you are part of the family. And we are a family that takes care of each other. And you have that little one" he points to her stomach, and then to Abel "And that little one".
Before he can continue she cuts him off "Clay I don't think you remember but Jax said I'm not family to Abel. I don't have him. He's not my son" she says sadly and he looks at her, his expression soft for once.
"Horseshit. You and I both fucking know that boy is yours, Jax knows it, hell everyone does. Now I know you and Jax aren't together right now, and that's fine but I have noticed you and Gemma getting closer" he smiles slightly at the thought of his wife. She nods to confirm the validity of his statement and he continues. "So I just wanted to say, if you leave Charming with that little tyke still in your stomach, you are going to break her heart. And a lot of others too" he warns her, there is no threat in his voice, just blunt honestly that's almost scarier.
"I have no plans to leave. I left once, under entirely different circumstances. This time, I have my education, and there is children involved, so I have nothing to run towards away from here" she assures him, and his face breaks out into a grin, one reserved for family. "Then alrighty" he chuckles as he walks away, and she makes her way back to the car, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep knowing Abel is curled up near her once again.
End chapter!
Hello there my dear! How did you like it?! Put a smidge of Jara in there, and a hint of Clemma... A hint. But the real shit is about to go down. Like down the fuuck. I apologise I got quite exited! As I normally do writing this story. But my cat's the way getting all my excitement snuggles and cuddles so, if that's a bad thing then I don't know how to do Life right. Fuck what I am talking about? I am tired leave me alone for the lack of sense I am making right now, insomnia hits the best of us and beats us to a bloody pulp... And on that lovely note, here's where I will leave you off!
Goodbye darling! Until next time!