Thank you for all the comments! I know i didn't get back to any of you, it's been a rough week. Luckily I am a few one shots ahead so I am still able to post considering I have written nothing this week!

Okay, the next chapter. This was something i really wanted to include from the very beginning, but it didn't seem like a good enough opening to my story. Please enjoy.

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1993

Age 1

The clubhouse was full with mourner's days after JT's burial. Brothers had continued to show up for what felt like a never ending wake after the burial. Opie watched his best friend sit on the couch starring at the floor, the comforting words offered to him landing on deaf ears.

"Gabby quiet." Emily shushed the young baby still in her car seat as Gemma glared over the bar at her. This wasn't a normal club gathering; the loud roar of voices over pumping rock music had been exchanged for a low murmur of private conversation; children old ladies and sweet butts littered the club house.

"Kids a whiner." Tig addressed Emily snagging a beer out of her hand. Emily didn't bother answering. She didn't say much of anything to Tig these days.

"She's not a whiner; she just wants to be held." Opie defended the small child and unbuckled her. The minute his large hands scooped her out she went silent and he smiled. "See?"

Tig didn't say anything as he watched the baby reach out to Opie's face. He nibbled her finger tips making her giggle and coo and Tig stalked away without a backward glance.

Opie walked toward Jax with a shrug. He didn't waste much time trying to figure out Tig. "Hey brother, somebody's here to put a smile on your face." Jax didn't bother looking up so Opie squatted down and set Gabby on her feet in Jax' gaze. He held her under her arms and she reached out to Jax' knees, her wobbly legs not yet strong enough to hold her up on their own.

A smirk finally crossed Jax' face and he scooped the child up into his lap. "Hey little sis….looks like we both don't have dads now." Gabby responded to his dark comment by grabbing onto his hair.

"She's grabbing onto everything these days." Opie observed pulling out his key ring for her to hold onto instead. "Oh no honey, not in your mouth, yucky." Opie stuck his tongue out as Gabby tried to chew on a leather strap hanging off his keys.

Jax laughed. "She did the same thing last week man. Grab her bag; see if 'mom of the year' packed any toys." Opie hopped back up and retrieved the car seat off the bar top, unable to find a diaper bag anywhere near Emily's vicinity.

"Not a thing." Opie shook his head and sat down on the couch next to Jax. He put the car seat on the 3rd cushion and unhooked a plastic ring hanging off the handle bar.

"Here you go, try this one Gabs." Opie switched his keys out for the brightly colored plastic that usually held a toy or rattle, and it too, went right in her mouth. "She must be teething. Probably why she was fussing over there."

Jax eyed his best friend. "You the baby expert now?"

"Ah man I love kids. I want like, 5 of them." He plucked Gabby out of Jax' hands and sat her in his lap facing out. "How can you not love babies?" He bounced her on his knee and she giggled.

"Hey you can't bring her over to me and then take her away." Jax grabbed her back and laid her down on his chest. "I didn't say I don't love babies. I just don't know that much about them." She started to fuss again and he patted her back and turned her out so she could see the rest of the clubhouse.

A group of Tacoma brothers walked by and Gabby reached out, grabbing the wallet chain of one of them. The man paused and looked down, waiting while Jax quickly untangled her fingers. "No honey, not a toy." He tucked her hand in and the biker walked away with a nod to the threesome. Jax gave Opie a look and whispered in Gabby's ear; "not a good choice Gabby, Happy's not friendly." Opie muffled a chuckle at Jax' subdued description or the tattooed assassin.

"That needs to stop." Gemma spoke quietly to Clay. They both eyed the 3 kids on the couch. "Jax should be socializing with the out of town brothers. Not doting on Emily's bastard."

"JT set that up. Smart if you think about it. Get the next generation to look after her. Makes sure she stays a club kid." Clay observed the tug of war between Jax and Opie for Gabby's attention.

"She is NOT a club kid. She is a future leech off this club, just like her mother and all the other whores." Gemma stormed across the clubhouse and behind the bar to Emily.

Clay watched the heated discussion between the two, Gemma pointing angrily at the baby. Emily threw her bar rag down on the counter and practically ran over to Gabby scooping her out of Jax' arms. She started to cry the moment she was set back in the car seat and Emily carried her out the door in a huff.

Gemma walked back over to Clay with a smile on her face. "Happy now?" Clay asked.

"Satisfied." Gemma shrugged, crossing her arms.

Emily sat the car seat on her kitchen table and started mixing formula into a bottle. "Queen Gemma says you're not allowed back in the clubhouse." She threw the bottle in the microwave and turned back around to face her child. "She says she doesn't want her 'boys' taking care of you anymore." She grabbed the bottle out as the microwave beeped and shoved it in Gabby's mouth without checking the temperature. "She says that's not their job."

Gabby sucked the too warm liquid down hurriedly. They had been at the clubhouse for hours and Emily hadn't bothered bringing her any bottles, just shoved a single extra diaper in her purse. "Suppose you want me to change you now too?" Emily snapped, throwing the empty bottle into the sink.

She heaved the car seat up and carried her up the stairs into her bedroom quickly changing her clothes and diaper setting her down in her crib. "Anything else I can do for you?" Gabby babbled back up at her mother and reached her arms up to be held. "I'll take that as a no." Emily turned off the lights and slammed the bedroom door loud enough to cause Gabby to cry.

"Oh you mother fucking little…." Emily started to rant. "I am not listening to that!" She huffed and charged back down the stairs. "50 goddamn patches at that clubhouse, you think I'm gonna stay here and play mommy?!" Emily shouted up the stairs and grabbed her purse, heading back out to her car. The baby would cry herself to sleep eventually, and it wasn't like she could get out of the crib.

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