CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I clear my throat slightly, "What do you want Ima?"

Ima's eyes glint as she steps into the room, "You and I need to talk."

I sigh, "Why? I have nothing to say to you."

"Well, I have several things to say to you, you may want to sit down." Ima snaps.

I roll my eyes and stare into my coffee cup for a second, brushing past her and leading to one of the tables in the centre of the room. My cup gets set down harder than planned and a small amount of coffee sloshes over the side. Sitting down I look over at the other chair and shove it backwards with my booted foot. "Sit then."

Ima walks over slowly and pulls the chair out from the table further before sitting down on the edge of it. "You need to leave Jax."

I laugh; the idea of that happening is so comical its several minutes before I get control of the gales of laughter. "Why on earth would I do that?"

"Cause I'm having his baby."

The laughter comes back full force and I end up gasping for breath. "Fuck sakes Ima, if you're going to make bullshit up at least make it believable."

Ima looks insulted and takes a deep breath, "I'm not making anything up. I just found out today, I'm almost 8 weeks pregnant which would put it in line with when I was solely with Jax."

I'm still chuckling as I reach up and pull all my hair off my skin intentionally displaying the bruised area of my neck. "You do know that he and I have no secrets right?" Ima doesn't say anything so I continue. "I'll take the silence as an acknowledgement that you know that. Jax told me that he never fucked you without at least double bagging his cock, so while it probably is possible that you are pregnant it's not his. And I'd be really disappointed in Lu if she had you doing all that porn and not on a very reliable form of contraception."

Ima's mouth is hanging open but she inhales a few times before she tries to speak, "Luann doesn't know yet. I haven't told her."

I nod, "She will know before you're out of the driveway. But let me put it this way. You bring me a pregnancy test, sonogram with dates, and blood test results then I might believe you. In 7 months if a baby is born then we'll get DNA testing done. If it's Jax's then he'll be in your baby's life. But let's get one thing straight Ima. I am not leaving Jax. 20 women could show up tomorrow with his children and it wouldn't bother me at all. The mistakes he made before he and I got together are a part of his history, but I love him, past included."

With that I get to my feet and snatch up my cup. "I'll see you when you have all the tests I want, then we'll talk again. But you need to realise something; this," I wave my hand between the two of us "is the last time I will be polite to you. You touch him again, or spread anymore bullshit lies about him I will beat the blonde so far off your head they'll have to go searching between your toes for it."

Ima screams as I leave the clubhouse and the sound is still faintly echoing in my ears as I cross to the garage bay where Jax is working with Juice. My shoulders are still slightly shaking when I get to them and Jax spots the movement, drops the spanner he was holding and walks over, "You okay darlin'?"

I nod, giggles randomly escaping. "I just heard the funniest thing."

Jax cocks his head and raises an eyebrow, "Wanna share?"

Our attention is suddenly distracted by the door to the clubhouse being violently wrenched open and Ima storming across the lot to her car, leaving in a cloud of dust and spray of loose stones.

"Does it have something to do with that?" Jax asks.

I nod, "Ima just tried to tell me..." I erupt into giggles again and barely manage to get the rest of the sentence out "She tried to tell me she's pregnant. And that it's yours."

Jax's face is the epitome of shock "She said what?"

"She tried to tell me she was pregnant with your baby." The entire sentence is spit out in single gasping breath.

"Holy shit." Jax mutters, gazing in the direction the car took off in. "Did you believe her?"

I shake my head hard, my hair whipping in its braid around my neck, "No. Of course not. You told me you didn't touch her without multiple latex layers and I believe you. I did tell her to bring me proof then we'd talk."

Jax sighs and his shoulders sag in relief before he steps closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist. "What would I do without you?"

I grin up at him, "Suffer a long lonely life. When are we going to see Abel?" I ask changing the subject from Ima and the fictional foetus to his actual son that I haven't seen for a couple of days.

"As soon as I'm done here. About an hour or so?" Jax says, turning his head to Juice and getting a confirmation nod that whatever they're doing will only take a little bit longer.

"Okay, I'll let Gem know." I move to head towards the office and Jax shakes his head.

"How bout just you and I go?"

I nod "I think I'd like that."

Jax drops a quick kiss on my forehead, "I know darlin'. That's why I suggested it. Now get outta here or I won't get any work done."

I smile, "Yes sir." Giving him a mock salute I turn to go find Donna and Al when he suddenly smacks me hard on the ass.

Looking over my shoulder he shrugs one shoulder and smirks.

I'm still giggling as I'm crossing the car park; the young immature part of me can't wait to tell my friends what Ima just tried to tell me, the more mature part of me is tapping her watch waiting for time to pass so we can go see Abel.

Sticking my head into the office I recount the conversation I'd just had with the brainless pussy that's just left the lot to Gemma. Before I can leave the room she's picked up her phone and dialling Luann. The first sentence out of her mouth makes me chuckle when Gemma starts the conversation with "You need to reign in your most profitable pussy before she ends up becoming unable to suck anything other than a straw."

Filling Donna and Al in on Ima and her latest ploy the immature side becomes gleefully happy when both of my friends are ready to beat the blonde off her hair.

Donna gives me a smug smile when I let them know the disbelief that was my instant reaction. "Oh the little one is learning."

"Shut up you!" I remark, still giggling "I taught you everything you know."

Donna tilts her head in agreement, "Yes you did. And thank fuck for that."

Al looks between the two of us confusion written on her face.

"Do you want the short version or the long version?"

"Short." Al replies to Donna's question.

"My parents didn't like the Sons, didn't like anything, or anyone, connected to them. I became friends with Sarah without realising her connection; folks found out, flipped out and ordered me to stop being her friend. Didn't happen. I met Opie, fell in love, told my folks I was marrying him and was disowned. I haven't talked to my parents in over 5 years. They've never met their grandkids, so having Gem and Clay and Piney as grandparents has been good for them."

Al nods, her experience with parents has been filled with ups and downs, her own not being the greatest role models, or the most supportive in Al's choice of profession.

The three of us fill in the next hour talking about nothing of importance until Jax comes over and announces that he's done and it's time to go. I take a couple of seconds to hug Al and Donna, whispering into Donna's ear, "See you at 7 for dinner?"

Donna nods, "We'll get the kids ready for bed then come over, so about 730?"

I nod and walk to Jax's bike where he's already waiting, my helmet hanging from his fingertip.

*Rest assured, Ima will get what is coming for her.