A/N - Huge, huge, HUGE thanks to DorkySoul for helping me, I have been so struggling with the shape of this but now I've got it. Inga, you're my one true love (except Chibs...) so huge thanks - and you have someone else to blame too now ;-) S xx

Tig cursed as he tried to scrape the burnt bacon off the bottom of the pan. How did women always make this shit seem so easy? Surely he just had to put the pan on the stove and chuck the meat on, why was it sticking? He scowled, irritated, as the smoke alarm above his head started to wail.

"Shut up, asshole," he muttered, giving it a thump. It only proceeded to scream at him louder and he abandoned the pan on the job to wave a damp towel beneath the alarm to try and fan away the smoke.

Nina watched with amusement from the doorway for a moment before she saw Tig's attempt at breakfast go up in flames on the hob. She hopped forward, grabbing the towel from him and tossing it over the pan to stop it from getting any worse. Tig went red as she, very calmly, clicked a button on the alarm to make it stop and tossed the chargrilled pan into the sink.

"Good morning," she said with a tired smile. She rubbed her eyes, it had been an abrupt wake up but she could see he had been trying.

"Morning." Tig grimaced. "I was trying to make you breakfast."

"You're very thoughtful," she said with a laugh as she lifted up the blackened pan. "Don't worry, I'll just have some cereal. Have you eaten?" She didn't wait for an answer, just took out two bowls and filled one for him. Without looking up, she murmured, "I'm sorry I didn't tell him. I couldn't. It wasn't right."

Tig wriggled a little on his seat but he understood. "Yeah, I get it," he said. "It's hard, that shit. Maybe you shouldn't tell him, you probably made a good call."

She half-heartedly ate a couple of spoonfuls but she wasn't really interested. All she wanted to do was sit down with Chibs, hold his hand and work out a plan with him. "I'll go to the lot today, maybe take him some lunch, talk it out." Tig wrinkled his nose, he hated having to be the one to tell her.

"I... I don't think you should," he said. "Chibs, he's feeling pretty confused about all this. I think you should give him some space."

"Space?" Nina frowned. "I thought he said we were going to talk about it."

Tig shook his head. "He doesn't want to now, Nina. He... he just wants you to go." He gave her a regretful smile. "I'm sorry. You should come to mine, I haven't got a spare room but I can take the couch and-"

She had stopped listening, her eyes were glazed over. Chibs was walking away, he wanted her out of his life. She struggled to breathe, her chest suddenly feeling tight, and she pushed the bowl of food away from her. Tig pulled his chair closer to her and held her hand tightly in his own.

"Nina. This isn't your fault."

She was shaking her head. "I need to go. I need to go to that clinic, I should have just gone in the first place."

Tig felt his heart sink, his chance of a child and a life with this woman was slipping away from him. "Nina, please." He looked steadily into her eyes. "Don't you get it? You were shot. The chances of this baby ever even forming were slim, but it happened anyway. This thing? Inside of you? It's a miracle. You can't want to just destroy that."

His words sat in her chest but she shook her head. "I don't want to destroy what I have with him," she insisted, her expression full of sadness as she looked at him. "Tig, I can't. I love him, I can't do this to him."

Tig slumped down petulantly in his seat. "So, what? You're just going to give it all up? Never give this child a chance?" He shook his head. "You begged me, Nina, in that place. Begged me to sleep with you."

"I was a goddamn mess in that place!" she snapped. "Don't you dare try and guilt me, Alex."

"It's not guilt, it's the truth." He was frowning, his expression dark. "You wanted me to hold you, I did the right thing in the circumstances. We were doing the right thing. This baby? This baby is the outcome of two people who cared about each other when it really mattered."

His heartfelt plea was lost on her, she wasn't listening. In her mind, Nina had one mission and that was to fix this. She wouldn't be the one to hurt Chibs, it wasn't fair.

"I think I just need to go to my Daddy's for a little while," she said, turning her eyes away from him. "Get out of here, if Chibs doesn't want me here I'm not going to outstay my welcome."

As she was standing up to go, she heard Chibs' Harley on the drive. She pulled on her jacket quickly and started towards the door. Chibs slammed it open before she even reached it and stared at her awkwardly. He was drunk, very drunk, his eyes were red as he glared at her.

"You were meant to make her leave."

"I'm going," Nina said, embarrassed by his tone. "I'm sorry." She tried to squeeze past him but Chibs didn't budge an inch. Her body brushed his, sending an electric impulse between them, and Chibs growled.

"Me too," he muttered, pushing past the last of her as he went to the fridge and got another beer. Tig frowned, kicking the thing shut as Nina walked out.

"You're just going to let her go?"

"What do you want me to do? Keep her? Keep it?" Chibs laughed darkly as he tossed himself down on the couch with his drink. "Little shite. Someone else's... mistake." He seemed so heartbroken as he said it, it was like he had convinced himself of something he just didn't want to believe.

"What is wrong with you?" Tig muttered. "She loves you, it wasn't her fault."

"But I have to live with it." Chibs shook his head as he lit another cigarette. "Do you know where I went last night? Fiona's. Fucked her until I couldn't bear to any more. I spent the whole goddamn time wishing it was that girl." He pointed to the front door and shook his head. "I'm too old for this shit, Tigger. I'm not going to play Da to some wanker prick's baby, some arse who had to pay to get his rocks off because nobody would fuck him."

Tig swallowed and shook his head. "Maybe it's not what you think."

"Some punter in a brothel knocked up my girl," Chibs snapped. "It's exactly what I think. I can't just pretend I'm okay with that. With the fact she wants to keep it. Out of what? Some sense of guilt?" He shook his head. "It's not right. I can't be alright."

Tig closed his eyes. "She needs you, brother."

"I don't need her," Chibs said stalwartly. "I let myself need her and this is what happened. No more, it won't happen again."

Nero sighed as he hung up the phone and looked exasperatedly at Gemma. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed as he looked around the apartment. It was a mess, a flurry of their clothes and empty bottles from a night of fun. Gemma stroked her hand down his arm.

"You okay, baby?"

Nero started getting up. "Gotta tidy up, my babygirl's coming to stay." He lifted and straightened her shoes against the wall before repeating the same for his own.

"Oh yeah?" Gemma got up and pulled on her tank top. "She okay?"

Nero was quiet, staring at his reflection as he ran his fingers over the cross tattooed on his body, thinking in silence. Gemma came up behind him and rested her hand on him carefully.

"Nina, she's, uh, she's pregnant." He looked at her, distracted. "I gotta make some space for her here, make up a room." He was so focused on trying to distract himself. Nero started to fuss around the room anxiously but he paused for a long moment before he looked up at Gemma. "Guess I'm going to be Grandpa, mama."

"Her and Chibs?" Gemma raised an eyebrow. "Well damn, that was quick." She could see Nero growing teary as she spoke. "That's a good thing, she's his old lady, he'll take care of her."

Nero shook his head. "She said it's not his." He sank down onto the edge of the bed, trying to get his head around it all. "It's Tig's."

Gemma's jaw widened. "Tig's? My Tig's?"

He nodded absently. "Yeah. Something about when she was at that place, he was with her and." He didn't even know how to finish the sentence, his head was in his hands. "First grandkid and she doesn't even want it."

Gemma could see how conflicted he was by the thought but in her head, she was already trying to work out how she could use the information to her advantage. She caressed him softly, trying to work through what he had told her.

"Does Chibs know?"

Nero shook his head. "Not that it's Tig's." It didn't even occur to him to tell her not to say anything, much to Gemma's glee. "Which is why she needs to come home."

Gemma gave him a loving squeeze and nuzzled him. "I understand, baby, family first, always." Nero gave her a half-hearted smile and cuddled her.

"Thank you. At least you understand." He stroked her cheek and kissed her lips lightly. Gemma nodded as she collected up her things.

"Of course."

After a brief embrace, she slipped out of Diosa. Gemma was hardly even in the car before she had grabbed her phone and brought it to her ear quickly.

"Hey Mom," Jax said. "How you doing?"

"I need you to get to my place as soon as you can," Gemma murmured quickly. "I'm going to get you back to the head of that table, but we need to talk."