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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 57 Socked
Tara thought that the nightmare was over. She had smoothed out as much as possible her huge screw-up when she asked Jax if he knew the identity of the baby's father, but with Gemma saying good-bye to the baby that wasn't her granddaughter, she might have reached a new level of nightmare.
Back in high school, it had taken her a long time to feel comfortable around Jax. She was such an awkward mess, she was surprised that he kept talking to her. Getting Jax to fall in love with her felt like the best ever magic trick. She wondered if she would be able to repeat the trick. It might just be too late or maybe she was out of magic.
When their relationship was falling apart, she thought she could rescue it if they left Charming together. She even suggested that he join another SOA chapter.
Gemma paid her a visit shortly after that. It ended up with slapping, shoving, punching, hair pulling and a death threat. Gemma wasn't about to let her take Jax out of Charming. She never told Jax about the fight. It wouldn't have made any difference.
Jax loved SAMCRO more than he loved her. That was part of the problem between them. She wanted a man to love her the most. She believed in all that epic love and soul mate stuff. If Jax were the right man for her, he should love her the most.
She'd gone out into the real world, the one that existed beyond Charming's charming borders and discovered that maybe she did have the epic love, soul mate stuff with Jax, but she'd been too immature to see it. She hoped she could recapture that magical love and live with the fact that he would always love the MC more.
She needed to focus on the immediate problem—Gemma saying good-bye to a baby that was not her granddaughter. Gemma would blame her and she had a feeling that Gemma was going to attack her.
If she told Gemma when they were alone, it would increase the odds it would end in a cat fight. She had to get Jax and Clay to go with her.
"I think it would be easier for Gemma if you came with me," Tara said to Jax.
"Yeah, good idea. I need to tell you guys something, but I have to tell Gemma first."
"Maybe Clay should come too?" Tara suggested.
She wanted as many bodies between her and Gemma as possible. It would not be good for a new doctor at St. Thomas to get in a cat fight at work. Of course, it would never be good for a doctor to get into a cat fight at work, new doctor or not.
"What's going on?" Clay asked.
"Just come with us," Jax said.
Tara led them back to the NICU where little Bela had lost the fight for her life. There was a small room, off to one side that had previously been a closet, the hospital used for parents saying good-bye. They decided to make a separate space because the parents who were visiting their infants became disturbed seeing a dead baby and a crying family. It was a tough sight even for professionals.
The room was a sunshine yellow with a couple of rocking chairs and straight backed chairs. Gemma was sitting in one of the rocking chairs rocking little Bela and softly singing to her.
Bela looked like a little doll in Gemma's arms. She was swaddled in a white blanket with a little pink cap on her head so the medical violence done to try to save her life wasn't visible. She was so still and peaceful in Gemma's arms with her little eyes shut and her thick eyelashes resting on her cheeks.
Tara knew it was all going to go horribly, horribly wrong.