CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN

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Leaning against Jax's chest watching Ellie and Kenny run around with Doj makes a huge smile split my face. Looking over at Donna who's in the process of licking the icing off her third cupcake I shake my head "D, if you eat any more of them you're gonna turn into a cupcake."

Donna shoves a massive bite of cupcake into her mouth chewing obnoxiously with her mouth open, the vanilla cupcake and strawberry icing mixing to a bright pink mess her mouth. "But they're so yummy." She states, an icing smear on her nose.

Opie looks over at his wife, tearing his eyes off his kids for a couple of seconds, long enough to see the red tip to her nose which makes him laugh loudly, startling the kids and dog into running over. Doj jumps over Opie and sits between Donna's outstretched legs, his head inches from the cupcake in her hand, watching it as she moves. "S, call him off."

Shaking my head Donna sets the cupcake back in the case and puts the lid on; unfortunately doing that makes her lean forward and Doj's pink tongue shoots out of his mouth and slaps the icing off her nose. "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Donna screeches, swiping at her nose ignoring the laughing her kids are doing as they plonk down between their parents.

"Mommy puppy lobbad on you." Ellie says with a giggle at her mother's continued attempts to wipe the now non-existent dog drool off her nose.

Opie picks up his daughter and tosses her in the air "He did baby, it was funny wasn't it?"

Ellie laughs loudly as she's thrown in the air till Kenny pulls his father's arm "Me to daddy."

Opie gets to his feet and picks up his son, folding him into the crook of his arm and swirling in circles in the middle of the empty path, Doj bouncing over and barking at them.

Donna finally sets the tissue she's been rubbing her nose with down and looks over at her husband and kids with a soft smile "He wants more."

Jax surprises me by speaking before I can "So do you D. So just have more. Abel's gonna need a playmate around the same age as him. Those two have each other."

Donna twists around pulling her knees up and resting her arms on the top of them "I don't know if I'm ready, and we have no house remember."

"Bullshit." I snap at her, undoing the harshness of the word with the huge grin on my face "A pregnancy is 9 months right?" Donna nods even though it was a rhetorical question "So if you got pregnant tomorrow then you'd still be well and truly in your house before any bundles of joy arrived."

Donna laughs and flicks her napkin at me "I know. I guess I'm worried about adding another mouth to feed."

"Why?" Jax asks quietly "TM is doing okay, yes the last few weeks have been slow but that's normal this time of year. The club is doing great. What's really the problem?"

Donna blinks slowly, her eyes misting a little "What if three turns out to be the number that makes me turn into my mother?"

I snort and lean over, slapping the back of her head lightly, her hair lifting and settling as she glares at me.

"What the fuck S!" She practically spits at me.

Rolling my eyes I cock my head to the side "Are you thinking properly now? Your mom was a good mother to you."

"Yeah, till I met the love of my life." Donna says with a grumbly tone.

I nod "True, but you would never do that. And besides, if you think for a single second that your husband or your best friend will let you turn into your mother then you're in some little bubble that needs to be popped. I understand being scared; of all the people around I think I get it the most." Donna looks over at me and starts to open her mouth but I shake my head quickly "Nah, don't apologise, it's not needed. But with all the support and love you have of the SAMCRO family there is no way that you will ever become the emotionally closed woman that your mother became."

Jax squeezes me slightly and nods "She's right D, as she most often is. Your mom was a good parent to you, till you met a certain hell-cat who introduced you to Ope. The love that you have for your kids is not something that should cause you worry, you're going to stress about them, I know that. Fuck Abel is always on my mind about what could go wrong, but every time I see him or think about him there's this huge sense of peace and love that settles like a blanket on my mind."

Opie sits down beside his wife again, the kids on the slide nearby. "What the fuck is that pussy shit bro?"

Jax glares at Ope "Trying to do you a solid man and you fuck it up."

Donna and my eyes meet and we both burst into laughter while Opie frowns looking at the pair of us. Tears streaming down my cheeks I suck in deep stuttering gasps of breath round my laughter.

Getting control of the giggles Donna sits up and pats Opie's hand "It's okay baby. We're just discussing the future expansion of our family."

Opie's eyes light up and he gets to his feet, pulling Donna up with him and swinging her in a circle, her legs flying out behind her. Setting her back on her feet he cups her face with his huge hands, a smile across his face so wide it looks like his beard is trying to meld with his hair "Are you sure babe?"

Donna nods "Yeah, but I want to wait at least a couple of months before we start trying. And apart from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum over there I don't want to tell anyone."

"Hey!" Jax calls sounding insulted, pulling me to my feet he picks up the carry case of the cupcakes "That's a fine fuck you very much isn't it babe?"

Whistling Doj comes running to my side while I pack up the picnic basket Donna had brought with her, tossing the blanket over the side. Standing up straight again Jax rests his arm around my shoulders "Leave them to it babe, we'll see them at Ma's later."

Nodding silently we walk back towards his truck, Doj trailing right behind Jax's heels giving excited barks every time he sees a bird. Unlocking the truck Jax frowns "I'm not sure about putting him in there."

I lean into the backseat and pull out the blanket I'd pulled out of the cupboard before leaving the house, tossing it over the seat "Up."

Doj jumps into the truck and curls into a ball on the seat. Reaching in I run my hand along his head and over his ears scratching lightly behind one as his tail thumps on the seat. Lifting the cupcake carrier over the back of the front seat I set it on top of the cake tin and step backwards.

"Back to Gem's now?" I ask quietly after closing the door.

Jax frowns "No. Clubhouse, will he be okay there?" Jax nods at the dog that's quickly falling asleep in the back seat.

Nodding once I lean into his arms "He'll be fine."

Jax grins evilly "I'll put the prospect on babysitting duty."

Kissing him lightly on the throat I giggle at the expression on his face "Well then he needs to be brushed, his grooming kit is in the back of the Nitro I think."

Jax twitches his eyebrow "Why is that something for the prospect to do?"

Mimicking the evil grin I pull out of his arms and open the driver's door "He bathes anyone who brushes him, with his tongue."

Jax tilts his head back as he laughs "Oh babe, I love you. You're so evil it's perfect."

Smiling brightly I stick the key in the ignition and start the truck "Just one of the many services I offer."

Jax's expression instantly fades to one of mock seriousness "You better not be offering them."

Winding the window down I pull the door closed and run my hand over his head, pulling the Reaper Crew cap off and tossing it into the passenger's seat "Baby, you are the only one that gets full service."

"Good." Leaning in to reach for his cap he growls in surprise when Doj's head appears between the window and the seat and he gets smacked with a wet doggy kiss. Wiping his hand over his face he shakes his head "See you at the clubhouse; I'll be the bike on your ass."

Grinning I start the window winding up "My sexy biker has an ass fetish. Who knew?"