A/N - Oh my gosh, some amazingly strong responses about Nina's news! I love it! Let me see if I can change your opinions... Keep telling me how you feel, it's definitely helping me shape this thing. I won't always agree with you though... ;-) S xx

Nina dutifully kept her head down over the next few days and scoffed the anti-nausea tablets Tara had given her during her check up. Tara had been right when they went through the blood test results, Nina had been given a plentiful dose of contraceptive during her time in Danny's club, but that last couple of days, her dosages had slipped and left margin for error.

Tara offered to take her to a clinic not far out of town. It was the same place she had once taken Lyla, when Lyla had aptly said the timing just wasn't right. It wasn't, the timing was off, very off. Nina and Chibs seemed so happy, there was no way this could upset their very precarious balance.

Nina could feel herself shaking as she saw a crowd of protestors sitting outside the clinic. She looked at Tara in panic, wishing them away as half a dozen swarmed around the car with pro-life placards.

"Ignore them," Tara said. "You can make your own choices."

It was easy to say but Nina was already terrified by the whole idea. All she wanted to do was ask Chibs his opinion but the circumstances didn't allow it. Maybe she should have spoken to her father, he would have had good advice but right now she only had Tara. She gripped the doctor's hand tightly for reassurance as they got out of the car and headed towards the entrance.

"God doesn't want you to do this," a plump, middle-aged woman called across to them. "You're going against God's will."

"You know nothing about what God wants," Tara replied defensively as she guided Nina to the door. "He's not concerned with choices like these."

"The father would be. Have you talked to him?"

It struck a nerve and Nina stopped, dragging her heels a little as the words played in her mind. Tara gave her a push towards the building as they slipped inside. She could see Nina fretting.

"Just ignore them, those people out there are crazy."

Nina shook her head, her fingers fluttering against her lips as she stared at the wall. In her mind, she simply couldn't work out how Tig would feel about the whole thing. He had said how badly he has treated his daughters, they had talked about that, but his sadness at the loss of one of his girls haunted her.

"I should tell him," she whispered as she looked at the girls waiting. She hated being here, doing this, even with Tara's support. Tara's face fell.

"Nina, you can't." She was shaking her head as she lowered her voice. "It's not just about you, or him. This is on Chibs, too. He's SAMCRO's President, you're his old lady. It looks like you betrayed him when he took advantage of you."

Nina whimpered softly, lost in her thoughts. "I was so alone, Tara. That place, there was no escape. He took care of me, he made me feel safe." She looked up guiltily. "I wanted him to," she admitted. "I begged him to, it's on me."

Tara could see the helplessness in her expression, she reached to hold Nina's hand but Nina pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself defensively.

"I need to tell him what I'm doing," she said softly. Tara swallowed, she didn't think it was the right idea but she could see it was what Nina needed. Whatever she had heard outside had got into her heart. "It's not just my decision."

"You're the one who has to carry that," Tara replied. "And Chibs has to deal with that with you. It's not just you in this."

"Exactly." Nina nodded, she had convinced herself. "It's for all of us, I have to be honest with all of them and make a decision. Even if Chibs hates it, I have to."

Lowen gave Chibs a hapless smile as she held out a manilla envelope to him. He picked it up, rifling through it a little before looking up expectantly.

"Is that it?" He chuckled. "I thought it would be, I don't know, bigger."

"She's been in absentia for years," Lowen said as Chibs pulled out the papers and started reading through them. "Legally, she exists but as far as every database I can find? Nobody knows where she is."

Chibs chuckled. "Aye, IRA'll do that to you," he said. "Where do I sign?"

She leaned over, pointing out the right spots on the page. "Here, here and here. You haven't seen her, have you? Recently?"

Chibs paused and pursed his lips. "You want the truth or the official line here?"

Lowen hesitated. "The truth, preferably."

"She was staying at my house, for a while," Chibs murmured. "Uninvited, I hasten to add, but there nonetheless."

Lowen's body language shifted almost immediately as her hand hovered over the pages. "Did you speak?" He nodded. "Were you... affectionate?"

Chibs blushed a little and fiddled with the pen in his hand. "If you're asking if we..." She looked him straight in the eye and Chibs turned even redder, looking shyly down at the floor. "We had sex. Once. But it's been a month since then, been with Nina since the second she came home."

Rosen frowned. "Does anybody know?"

"Fiona," he laughed, trying to ease up her sudden change in expression. "Jax, maybe. Is that a problem?"

"Could be," Rosen frowned. "If she refutes it. Says she has seen you, you were together, made her think things were okay. Woman like Fiona will do anything to get her way, pull a few pretty faces, butter up a judge. Your record isn't great. She's just an estranged wife type."

Chibs groaned, it was exactly the kind of thing Fiona would do to make his life a living hell. "How do we get around this?" Lowen wrinkled her nose. "Short of getting papers for her to actually sign?"

Lowen shook her head. "You'll have to talk to her, make her sign."

"She won't," he said abruptly. "She'll refuse."

Lowen smiled grimly. "You know there's only one other way, Chibs." Chibs nodded slowly, the thought had already crossed his mind as the most efficient.

"Aye, I'm aware." Maybe it was the kind of job he would entrust to Tig, or maybe Happy. Happy wouldn't ask any questions, he never did. "Thank you."

"Shall I redraft?" she asked, looking at him with curiosity. He shrugged, it made no real odds to him, he was already sure how it would go.

"Won't hurt, I can always ask, would be a shame to have to go to an extreme." He smiled, that sweet expression on his face was not one that wanted to kill his wife but he knew what the end point was and he needed to get there. "Maybe, uh, don't mention our little... interaction? To the others, or Nina? She doesn't know, I don't want to hurt her, she's a good girl."

Lowen nodded and squeezed his hand across the table. "Of course not," she promised. "You'll be a free man soon enough, don't worry about that."

As they stepped out of chapel, Chibs smiled to see Nina coming in. She waved at him, trying to keep far enough away so that he couldn't see how steadily she had been crying all the way back. Juice slipped in front of him.

"We gotta go," he said. "Niners are waiting."

Chibs sighed, it felt like he barely had any time any more, the club was always pulling at him. He nodded and managed to blow Nina a kiss across the bar as he headed out the front door with a couple of others.

Nina watched him go before looking around. Sure enough, Tig was leaning against the bar, arm-wrestling with Filthy Phil and swearing at him as he did. The second Nina approached, Tig slammed Phil's arm down, breaking it with a snap, and let go of his hand.

"You okay?" He could see her eyes were still a little red and he looked around for Chibs. "That asshole upset you? I'll kick his ass."

Nina shook her head and gave him a weak smile. "I need to talk to you." Phil was leaning in, trying to listen and she whispered, "Privately."

Tig nodded and motioned for her to follow him. He took her hand and helped her shimmy up the ladder to the rooftop. Nina kept away from the edge, nervous and wishing he hadn't taken her somewhere so precarious to deliver such awkward news.

"Here," Tig said, motioning for her to sit. He offered her a little hip flask but she shook her head and he took a sip himself. "What do you need? Anything, baby, you know that."

Baby, there it was, that word. She swallowed and felt her eyes welling up again, against her will. "That place," she started, not looking at him as she tried to find the right words. "We... Didn't we?"

Tig swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, we did. You were so upset, I thought I was kinda helping you." He took her hands in his own, his skin was rough against hers but he held her anyway. "I won't say a word, I swear, it was a one-off and I know it can't happen again, you and Chibs, I mean, I know you make each other happy and shit, I won't get in the way of that."

Nina laughed before lifting her eyes. "You kind of have," she murmured. "I'm, uh, I'm pregnant."

Tig stared at her, sure she was joking. He started to laugh but it subsided fast enough as he saw her expression didn't change, it was sad and fastidious on her face. His wicked grin disappeared. "Are you sure?" She nodded and she could see a flicker of genuine excitement in his eyes. "And it's mine?"

"Ninety percent," she admitted almost breathlessly. Tig bounced to his feet and whisked her up, spinning her around before sitting her down again. He had never thought he would be so excited but with her? With her was different.

"Shit. Yes!" He thrust his fist in the air in excitement before seeing her uncertain expression. "I mean, what happens now? Can we do this? Can we have a baby?"

Nina didn't know the answer to that. "I need to talk to Chibs." Tig looked at her, unsure.

"Aw shit," he sighed, trying to contain his joy. There was no way Chibs would let this fly. "He ain't gonna let you bring up a kid with me, that's for sure."

"I love him," Nina said, her tone firm. "I think he is a wonderful man but this?" She put her hand on her stomach and Tig gingerly followed suit. "This is a little person we made. By accident, but at a time when it was right and we needed each other. I can't just ignore that."

Tig nodded, he understood that. "Then we do it together," he said. "They say you either tell old ladies nothing or everything, you got the same choice here. Nothing or everything. Lies just have this way of biting your ass, especially around here, everybody's got a big mouth." He rubbed the back of his head before sitting on his knees in front of her. "I think we should be honest with him. Every bit of it, straight up."