SAVANNAH'S P.O.V.

As the next two months went on I felt like I was losing my mind. The first few weeks after everyone found out about Connor were painfully lonely in some aspect. Yes, he was loved and yes, he was very spoiled by everyone who loved him. But in those two months it had become obvious that I truly was an outsider. I had hurt my family in so many ways. My best friend wasn't speaking to me. My brothers could barely tolerate me. The only time I spoke to my Dad was when he told me he & my mother had set up a trust for Connor, much like the ones my Mom had set up for Abel, Kenny and Ellie after Donna had died. I was so angry at him for thinking I couldn't raise my son on my own and thinking I would for some reason need or want his money. I don't remember the exact words, but it was something about dirty money and not wanting a dime from the club. The club that made it very clear wasn't my family. The club that sent me away as a child. The club was my father. He and SAMCRO were one and the same. I would never be good enough but my son, another generation of SAMCRO royalty, who would one day be the heir-apparent, would be expected to not only be part of that club but sit at the head of it's table.

I don't know if I truly felt that way. If I truly felt that way about my Dad and the Club or if it was me trying to protect them. I needed to be an outsider and stay an outsider for a little while longer. Just until I could get myself out of the mess I was in. And getting out of that mess was starting tonight. Hopefully this wouldn't blow up in my face and do damage I couldn't repair before I went through with my plan of how I was going to keep my Dad, my baby daddy, my brothers and my SAMCRO family out of jail.

There was only one other person who knew of this plan and thought I was somewhat crazy to go through with it but we had come to the conclusion that there was no other option to get Lincoln fucking Potter off my back than to hand deliver the Cartel to the Feds. Not only that but I was done working for the Prosecutor's office. I was going to continue to practice law but my goal, and hope, was to work for Tom Montgomery's law office. He was my Mom's cousin and married to Tara, my dad's ex-girlfriend from back in the day. They were the club's lawyer and the club's doctor.

A knock on my window startled me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I rolled down the window and looked at Gemma. "It's now or never sweetheart. You've been sitting here long enough, and you need to get in there before you bring any attention to yourself. It's the perfect day to do it. Most of the Club is on a run. There's a couple of prospects in there along with him, Jack, Bobby, Juice, Half-Sack and Quinn." she told me. We both looked around the lot as I got out of my Audi SUV. We were the only two on the lot, so I gave her a quick hug. "Who would have thought we would have ended up here." I said sarcastically, thinking back to that October day she ended up on my doorstep in Boston...

SAVANNAH'S P.O.V. - 11 months earlier

Two months to go, I thought to myself looking at the latest ultrasound picture. It was a 3D ultrasound showing my healthy, growing baby boy. I would be shocked if I made it to full term. At just over 32 weeks I was enormous. My feet and ankles were swollen and I constantly had to pee thanks to my unborn child playing soccer with my bladder. My back hurt and I was tired & grumpy. I don't know if I necessarily had that glow women are supposed to have when they're pregnant. But my pregnancy was a stressful one. I had the goddamn Feds beating down my door because of who my dad, my brothers and who my baby-daddy is. When I refused to answer their questions, it didn't take long for them to start blackmailing me. What a fucking mess, I thought to myself as I once again looked at the ultrasound. I couldn't help but wonder if he would have my eyes or his father's brown ones as I stared at the picture. He was bound to have his height that was for sure. He was measuring over 8 pounds. I put the picture in my bag and pulled out my house keys as I waddled down Newbury Street and took a breath before climbing the steps to my brownstone.

I never noticed the car on the street. If I had I would have assumed it was just the Feds because for some reason they thought it would be a great idea to waste taxpayer money by having me followed 24/7.

I didn't even notice anyone behind me. Again, I wasn't feeling well and just wanted to go the bathroom and then go lay down. I never knew anyone was there until I heard the voice and my world came crashing down around me.

"I am pretty sure I can guess who the father is but what I can't figure out is why no one at home knows your pregnant, Savannah." the voice said. I dropped my keys as I gasped and turned around. My hands did that thing that pregnant women do, they covered my large stomach almost as if I was protecting my baby. The woman who was responsible for sending me away all those years ago was standing at the bottom of my front steps.

Before I could say a word, a sharp pain caused me to grip the iron railing as I cried out. I felt something dripping down my leg and when I looked down, I saw the blood dripping down my leg. "No!" I cried out again holding my stomach. I was so afraid I was miscarrying. There was something wrong. "Gemma, we need to get her inside." another voice from my past said. It was Tara, known to some as Dr. Knowles. I had been so focused on Gemma that I never noticed my cousin's wife, the club doctor who was also one of the best neo-natal specialists in California.

I felt like I was having an outer-body experience as Gemma unlocked my door and Tara led me to my couch. "How far along are you?" Tara asked. "Thirty-two weeks. I just came from a doctor's appointment. The ultrasound showed me everything is fine. Am I losing him?" I asked, trying not to cry. "We need to get you to the hospital." she said as she called 911. "I have a hospital bag packed. It's in the nursery. Third door on the right at the top of the stairs." I said, unable to hold back the tears.

I watched as Gemma hurried out of the living room and up the stairs. "Tara? Am I going to lose my baby?" I asked her again. She looked at me, the worry evident on her face. "I think you might be experiencing a placental abruption." she replied. "I need your doctor's phone number. I'm going to have him meet us at the hospital." she told me. After getting my phone out of my bag and handing me the ultrasound photo she walked into the kitchen to call my doctor.

"The ambulance should be here any minute." Gemma said, returning with my hospital bag. The bag I had packed months in advance with the outfit my baby boy was supposed to wear home from the hospital along with clothes and toiletries I would need. "His nursery is beautiful Savannah. So is your home." she said softly, looking down at the picture I held in my hand. "May I?" she asked, holding her hand out. I looked down at the picture one last time. I wasn't ready to share him with anyone yet, but I knew I didn't have a choice. I handed her the picture. I was shocked. I saw her eyes fill with tears. "We need to call your parents and Kenny." she told me as she handed the photo back to me. She pulled her phone out of her bag. "No! Please don't!" I exclaimed hysterically. I couldn't help myself. I was about to beg Gemma Teller-Morrow to help me. Nothing was more important to her than family. "Just let me get through today and then I'll tell you why no one knows I'm pregnant. Please, Gemma." I begged right before my world went black.

GEMMA'S P.O.V. - 11 months earlier

This is not how I thought today would go. Or this trip for that matter. When I heard that Tara was speaking at a conference in New York I thought I would tell Clay I was going along to do some shopping in NYC when in reality, I planned a trip to Boston with Tara after the conference ended to visit my Granddaughter. I was determined to find out what had happened between her and Kenny.

After my conversation with Kenny six months before I knew something had to be done. He was all sorts of fucked up in the head...determined that building a house would help bring Savannah back to Charming. I had no clue as to what really happened between them when he had come up here in March until today.

"Gemma, you should really think about calling Jax and Lexi. They need to know Savannah is in the hospital and in surgery." Tara said, interrupting my thoughts hours later as we sat in the waiting room waiting on news of how Savannah was. "She begged me not to. She has never asked me for anything over the past 10 years. Not since she left Charming. I need to find out what is going on before I bring Jax and Lexi into this. And Clay. My God, it will destroy him if anything happens to her." I replied.

Before anything else could be said the doctor came into the waiting room and walked over to the two of us. Tara had been correct. It was a placental abruption. He was also recommending Savannah be placed on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. It truly hit me then that I knew nothing about my Granddaughter's life. I didn't know any of her friends. I didn't know if she had someone who could stay with her and help her.

Hours later, after Tara went back to the hotel, I sat in Savannah's hospital room. I prayed while she slept and I watched the heartbeat monitor of my granddaughter and my unborn great-grandson. How was I old enough to be a great-grandmother? "Jesus." I said out loud. "Jax is going to lose his shit. He's going to be a grandfather." I whispered to myself.

"Things must be pretty bad if you're sitting at my bedside talking to yourself." Savannah said. "Did you call them?" she asked. I looked at her. She looked so weak and so frail, but something told me when it came to Savvy looks were definitely deceiving. "No. I figured it would be better if you and I talked. Once you tell me what's going on then I'll make the decision on next steps." I told her.

Over the next hour she told me what had happened when Kenny left her. He made sure she saw him with another woman and she told me about the text he sent her. Breaking her heart. Then she told me about the Feds approaching her. And the plan that had been set in motion to take down SAMCRO. I almost left her right there. I was ready to walk out of her life. The betrayal was crippling but then I realized she was being blackmailed and she would not willingly help put her family behind bars. She then told me about her plan. She knew enough about the club that she couldn't give the Feds the Irish, but she could give them the Cartel.

GEMMA'S P.O.V. - present day

I watched as my Granddaughter walked across the parking lot and into the clubhouse. It was that day 11 months ago, in her hospital room, that Savannah and I came up with a plan to not only save SAMCRO but get rid of the Cartel for good. I had my doubts it could be done but we weren't left with any other choice. It was either this or I would watch everything I had built with John, and then Clay, be absolutely destroyed. I wasn't going to let that happen. Apparently, neither was Savannah. Maybe my Granddaughter was strong enough to pull this off. God knows she has a lot to lose if she wasn't strong enough or smart enough.