A/N: I know it's been a really long time since my last update and I am so sorry. Hopefully there is at least one person who is excited about this update. Please leave me a comment if I should continue.
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Aunt Gemma stood stock still amidst the flurry of activity around her. Uncle Piney patted my mother on the back tenderly before passing her off to a waiting member, before embracing Aunt Gemma and giving a reassuring look to Aunt Mary.
"What is it Gemma? What did the doctor's say? Is he gonna make it?" Uncle Piney asked softly as if talking gently would help the ghost-white woman, who didn't resemble my fierce, lively aunt Gemma. The club members, Opie and I waited for the words that would change our world as we knew it; However not as much as it would for the blonde boy beside me.
"The doctor's don't think he will make it." She breathed out before pushing out of my uncle Piney's arms and toward the plastic chairs that Jax and I were occupying. Aunt Gemma crouched down and ran a delicate hand over Jax's head.
"Is he going to be okay Aunt Gemma?" I mumble against my nightgown clad legs.
Her eyes shine with suppressed tears as she shifts her gaze from an exhausted jax to me, all the while never stopping to run her fingers through his disheveled hair.
"I sure hope so sweetie." She says solemnly before taking a hold of Jax's hand and standing up.
"Come on Jackson. Let's go see him." She said starting to turn away.
"I don't want to see him like that." He said not budging from his spot beside me, his right hand resting on the back of Mr. Dolphin.
"Jackson NOW!" Aunt Gemma says shouting and pulling at his hand.
"He would want to see you. Come on now, he's waiting." She urged gently, all the while pulling him to his feet.
"No!" He yelled, ripping his hand from his mothers and sitting back down with a huff and a determined look in his eye.
Aunt Gemma found some of her fire as she glared at her oldest child.
"Maybe it would be best for the boy if we waited-" Chibs spoke up.
"Waited for what for him to die? No!" Aunt Gemma roared, spinning to look at Chibs. The rest of the members looked on in pity at their queen crumbling by the second. With a slight nod from my Uncle I watched as my mother wiped at her eyes one last time before motioning to my Aunt Mary.
My mother and Aunt Mary approached her as if she was frightened animal ready to attack. My mother from the south and Aunt Mary from the North West, until Aunt Gemma was surrounded by the Backbone of the Son's.
"It'll be okay jax, I promise. He is strong and he wouldn't leave us. Then who would give play sea-monster with us at the lake during the summer?" She asked sincerely. She smiled at him before looking over at the shouting match between the Queen and her ladies in waiting.
"You don't get it. Without him I'm nothing." Her aunt started off yelling before finally drowning in her sorrow and letting her tears and fears of the past six hours overtake her.
"You aren't nothing without him Gem. You are still Gemma Teller, the Queen of Charming, a wife, a mother, an old lady and my best friend. You. Are. Not. Nothing. You hear me?" my mother explained in a soothing yet no-nonsense way. All the while my Aunt Mary was rubbing soothing circles in to my aunt Gemma's leather jacket.
"He's not gonna make it." Jax said just as Opie came to sit beside me, pulling me away from the sad look on my mother's face. "I saw him. He looked really bad. Like super pale, like Casper." He explained looking down at his lap.
"Maybe you should see him, I know I would want to see my father if he was sick." She tells him, before looking over at Opie who is licking the crumbs off his shirt.
He mutely nods his head once, twice, before getting up off the chair and looking at me with his tired eyes. "Thanks." He says before walking over to the huddled group of women and hugging his mom, before they exit out of the lounge, Aunt Gemma wiping at her eyes.
"Tara, honey do you want to come with me to go check on daddy and Tommy while Jax and Aunt Gemma are visiting Uncle John?" My mom asks, walking towards me with Uncle Piney in her wake.
Looking between the swinging doors and my mom, I'm not sure what I should do. Her mother must see her indecision, because she smiles at her before letting her know they won't be gone for long just enough to check on Daddy and Tommy and change clothes.
"I promise you'll be back before Jax or Aunt Gemma know your gone. Isn't that right Harry?" Her mother asks, glancing over at Opie. Who nods back before getting off the chair and headed toward the box of pastries.
"Okay." She says jumping off the seat, and grabbing her mom's hand, "but only if we can bring Uncle John back a flower. I heard Daddy say that Uncle John's favorite flower is a tewquilla flower. Can we get him one?" She asks, questioningly looking up at her mother before the whole room bursts out into a chorus of laughter.
The boys all call out for her mother to pick them up a dozen packs of Tequila flowers as well. Ignoring Happy and Tigs. Her mother laughs, before suggesting they get him some daisies instead.
She shrugs her shoulders and they head out, leaving most of her family in the waiting room.
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How ya doin' sugar? Is Uncle John all better?" Her father asks as soon as she bursts through the door and straight into his arms.
"I think so. But Aunt Gemma is really sad. So is Jax." She tells him matter-of-factly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifts her to stand and give her mother a side hug and a kiss before walking them over to the couch.
"Where's Tommy?" she asks her dad looking around the living room and seeing no sign of her friend.
"He is still sleeping in your room if you want to go wake him up. Tell him Uncle Hugh is making French toast for breakfast." He says sweetly before kissing her temple before she scurries off his lap and down the hall toward her room.
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"Tommy time to get up!" She yells as she pushes her door open to find the little boy curled up on her bed snuggling Mr. Tooth, his stuffed shark, that use to be Jaxs'. "Tommy, daddy is making French toast for breakfast." She says excitedly coming to tickle the littlest Teller awake.
"That tickles." Tommy says erupting into a fit of giggles as she tickles his tummy. "Come on, get up. You better hurry or Mr. Shark won't get any French toast, and then he might have to eat you." She says before grabbing his hand as his little pajama-clad feet hit the floor.
"So how is he really doing?" She hears her father asks her mother as her and Tommy head back down the hall.
"No good, I guess the doctors don't think he'll make it and honestly I don't know how the club will survive. How Gemma will survive, or- or the boys." She says her voice thick with emotion.
"We will manage, we always do, and as long as I've known John Teller he hasn't given up without a fight. He is good people, even if the Hales and all the rich snobs in town think his club is bad news, we know better." He said reassuring his wife before noticing the two little ones standing in the hallway entrance, tommy looking up at Tara and Tara holding back tears.
Jumping off the couch he rushes over to his little princess and her protective little prince before cradling her cheek and then doing the same to the little boy before declaring that French toast isn't good enough for a Prince and his Princess and they should have pancakes with chocolate chips in them. Which is met with a chorus of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" before they both charge into the kitchen leaving him to smile at her mother before hurrying in after them, so they don't try and make them themselves.
"How many do you want sweetie?" Her father asked spatula poised to drop a massive pancake on her plate that was almost brown it had so many chocolate chips in the batter, since Tommy kept demanding more.
"Just One daddy, I had a doughnut already." She said looking at the pancake, mouthwatering as it was set before her.
"Just one? Who gave you a doughnut? Mom?" He asked moving over to place an equally sized pancake on Tommy's plate.
"No, Uncle Piney and I got them from the Nurse Breakroom. Happy says that I'm better than Son." She said beaming with pride before digging into her pancake.
"Did you know that our daughter stole some doughnuts from the hospital staff?" Hugh asked his wife, as she entered the kitchen in a shirt and jeans.
"Oh god. Don't remind me. I guess we will have to keep an eye on her from now on. I hate to think of what her teenage years are going to be like." She said exasperatedly before placing a kiss on her husband's cheek before getting out the bottle of hot sauce from the fridge and taking her place at the table waiting for her stack of pancakes.
"Afraid, she'll surpass even the great Kat Fitz reputation?" he chuckles, while placing three large
pancakes on her plate which she then smoothers in hot sauces.
Popping a piece into her mouth she glares at her husband, before swallowing and opening her mouth to spit back a retort but is sidetracked by her little girl cutting Tommy's pancake into bite sized pieces for him and it melts whatever remark she was planning on using on the tip of her tongue.
"There ya go tommy, now you can eat all you want." She hears her daughter say before dropping the knife and going back to eating her own pancake. For a moment all is right with the world and this little hamlet in Charming. Where people aren't fighting for their lives or worrying about the outcome of their beloved club and its members. All that matters here is her daughter and the sweet littlest Teller.
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