ALRIGHTTT ya'll! It's backkkk... you ready for me? :)
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Chapter 1: Chessmaster
A feminine groan came from the bed of a brightly lit dorm room of the SAMCRO charter in Tacoma, Washington as a pair of electrifying baby blue orbs blinked open only to be covered by her few-shades- lighter-than-olive-skintoned hand. Fingers that were not her own and were a few shades darker because of mexican blood tightened on the curve of her one uninked hip before softening and dipping down to press on the soft flesh of her flat-for-now stomach. A smile curved itself on her red tinted lips that were bruised from their activities the night before as she turned on her other side and locked her happy, star struck eyes with his own dark brown ones. His eyes slowly trailed down Janelle's body from her flawless sunkissed skin that contrasted well with her honey blond hair that had streaks of icy blond to her bare almost D sized chest to the stomach that their child was growing inside of her to finally one of her hips that showed off the crow he put on her.
It was a very detailed and realistic crow standing on a skull with a Sons of Anarchy styled 'A' scratched into the forehead with feathers of various sizes falling off of it, a heart shaped locket clutched in one of it's talons and curling down it's back was a cursive script of a name that told everyone that saw it that she was his as much as he was hers.
His fingers traced it softly with a smirk on his usual dangerous, no nonsense face.
'Happy'
She kissed him hard as she shivered at his light touches, before glancing at the alarm clock that was on the side table behind him letting him know it was only eight o'clock in the morning. "Hap, darlin'." Her irish accented voice always came out much thicker in the morning or when she was angry, "We have time to get in the shower, eat and have a cup on coffee before we have to pick up your mom. Our flight leaves in less than three hours and you know how long of a drive it is to-"
He pulled her to him to stop her from getting up herself and carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist to head to the bathroom connected to the room. A squealed 'Happy!' fell from her lips before he set her down in the bathroom with an amused heated look that made her insides turn into mush in 3.5 seconds. Damn him, she thought with amusement.
"Relax, Janie." He murmured calmly and pulled her naked body firmly against his when the water of the shower was warm enough, "Don't stress. We'll get there."
Today they were flying back to the place where she was born: Charming, California. She was going to be an aunt, she thought with a squeal that she concealed as her husband pulled her playfully into the shower. She couldn't wait to see her mother, her twin brother and her best friend Opie. It had been alittle while since she was there but she called her mother and her brother Jax often. It had been decided, Happy's idea actually, that since she was going to be pregnant and Jax was having a baby by some sweetbutt he claimed once upon a time ago only to divorce her ass soon after – that they would take Happy's mother, a woman that Janelle was happy to say that they got along famously, to charming and be apart of that Charter.
She liked the Charter that they were with now in Talcoma as well as the people here, but it wasn't exactly home. Nor was it family.
Her thought process was cut off with a loud moan that engulfed the silence of the bathroom as her 'Killah' sucked her weak spot of her neck while playing with her clit. Oh, she would have no problem relaxing if he just kept on doing -
A moan turned into a scream as he thrusted one of his huge fingers into her with a heated smirk that reflected into his eyes.
That.
Janelle's wide beautiful eyes that always held a hint of devil in them turned to one Maria Lowman from her place of her mother's arms on the couch of the club house and smiled while shaking her head. The almost elder woman, not that Janelle would ever call the woman she loved with open arms as family that out loud, sat at one of the tables arguing with her son about whether she should or shouldn't consme alcohol and she had to hand it to Happy even though he was losing the argument as of now at least that he was putting up one hell of a fight because of the ailing health of said mother.
She sighed and shook her head before looking back at her mother who was watching her old man and his mother go at it like two lions fighting over the same gazelle. "Ma, where's -"
And her question was cut off by the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot, making both of them look at each other and walked through the club doors and into the hot California air. Janelle's eyes caught sight of a man that looked a lot like her on a 2003 harley davidson dyna super glide sport motorcycle with a black powder coated engine and a tape wrapped exhaust. Like most of the other members with dynas, the bike has the front drag fairing and fuel tank sports the reaper, fading towards the back of the tank. The man had leather fingerless gloves clutching the custom T-Bars with high risers for handlebars. Before Janelle knew what she was doing she put one knee high leather boot with a 'psychotic heel' (a love that she seemed to inherit from their mother) in front of the other to meet the man at the spot where he just parked his harley.
Like Janelle, he had baby blue eyes blond hair with a sunkissed glow on his skin, and clad in leather. Jax. She must have said his name out loud on accident because his eyes shot up from his handlebars, obviously deep in thought and she smiled crookedly at her with love in his orbs that shined with happiness. He got off quickly, not even bothering to take off his helmet as he jogged to hug her softly, mindful of her stomach. His little sister by five minutes was wearing a dark gray tanktop that just only just short enough to see her flat, toned stomach and in turn the crow on her hip with black faded in the front pants and leather heeled boots that went up to her knees. Her eyes lightly lined with eyeliner and her hair curled lightly from the heat.
He smelled exactly like she remembered he did : Grease, a musk smell of cologne that she got him when they were in their teens and the scent of the soap he used since right about the same time too, "Janie." He could say the same thing about her she still smelled like her unique scent of whispers of sweet apple and juicy strawberry with a passionate heart of Jasmine, white musk and warm sandwood.
She closed her eyes to will the tears away as she griped him to her tightly, having missed him too much. They both pulled back at their mother's half sob-half laugh even though they both knew she only would admit to one of them.
"Jane, how long will you be here this time?" Her brother asked her and it was an excited, honest question and she smiled, knowing her family didn't mind that she was mostly on the road on the back of Happy's motorcycle more than she could be seen actually in charming. She kept in touch and always was there for them, they all knew SAMCRO was going to be always apart of her life now matter what life threw at her.
"Happy and I are staying – along with his mother." The mother and daughter smothered a laugh and they remembered the argument that happened a few minutes ago, making the male twin counterpart raise an eyebrow with a smirk, silently asking if he wanted to know. "Happy and Maria are arguing about if she should or shouldn't have alcohol. As of right now, Happy's losing."
"I am not." A rough voice came from the door of the club house, making Janelle smirk and look behind her to see her husband leaning against the doorway with his arms folded and a raised eyebrow. "Hey brother."
Jax nodded respectfully at his brother-in-law and than turned his attention back to his sister and mother, "Can you please check on Wendy for me? I haven't gotten a doctor's bill in alittle over a week.."
Janelle smiled at him, supportive and excited for him, "Sure. You didn't even have to ask."
He smiled at her and she shared a look with her mother before walking back to Happy and gave him a hug to which he returned and whispered into her ear a question of if she was carrying. She walked past him to grab her purse before murmuring with a smirk that 'Now she is.' Walking to her mother's dark blue Porsche, she got in the front passanger seat and waved at only two of the most important people in her life.
It was good to be home.
On the drive to Wendy's her mother caught her up on what was new in Charming, which Janelle couldn't help but grant was nothing really new since they talked often, and when Gemma pulled up in front of a house with stuff all over the yard – Janelle knew whatever Wendy was up to wasn't going to be good. Kicking a few old newspapers that had a rubber band around them on her way to the front door, Janelle couldn't help but scrunch up her nose as she took in the mess outside the house that Jax mistakingly handed over to his junkie, pregnant ex wife. With her mother banging on the door, calling out Wendy's name, Janelle went around the house and yelled for her mother after when she saw what she caught in the window.
"Fucking druggie whore." They both mumured in the silent air around them, fuming. Janelle looked at her mother and told her to dial 911 before she yanked an air conditioner out of the window and pulled her body through it and unlocked the front door.
The red and blue lights of the ambulance were flashing as the paramedics pulled a strung out and pregnant Wendy Case from the house quickly on the stretcher and Janelle looked at her mother with a dangerous mixer of sadness and hatred and the mother with dark curly hair with blond streaks through it was thankful in that moment that that look was never directed at her. "You go get Jax, meet us at St. Thomas."
The mother only had time to nod before her irate and protective daughter stalked to the paramedics, exchanged words before she got in with them. She went to Wendy's car and didn't have to search for long before she found Wendy's empty drug plastic bag on the floor of the front seat. Trying to call her son and him not answering, she got in her car and drove as Fast as possible to the clubhouse. The look on her badass, loyal and protective daughters face was engraved in her mind as she made her way through the streets and into the club house.
She almost felt sorry for the poor doctors if they didn't answer any and all questions Janelle asked.. Almost.
She came to a halt in the middle of the parking lot only to get out and see some club members getting to their motorcycles, one besides Clay stopped and turned to her. "Were you coming back to tell me about what Janie called Happy and told both of us about?" She raised an eyebrow and nodded, while had to fight the urge to smirk since it definitely wasn't the time.
Smart girl. Wonder if she called in the ambulance..
"Shit!" It seemed to make the situation that was at first surreal more solidified for her son who was speaking in clipped tones since he saw her, angry beyond belief. "Follow us to St. Thomas!"
Gemma nodded again, firmly as got back in the car and turned the key. Her last thought before she followed them to St. Thomas was that she didn't have a single doubt that Janelle Teller-Lowman wouldn't be the queen of Charming one day.
"What the fuck do you mean 'you don't know'?" A soft, dangerous filled, familiar voice reached a dark haired, dark blue eyed doctors ears before said doctor turned the corner to come face to face with her childhood friend and was almost her sister in law. The blond beauty leaning forwards threateningly with a look in her eyes that, to someone like Tara that knew her what seemed like once upon a time ago, spelled out trouble with a capital 'T'. She was obviously here for a reason, and from the look on her face and by her sneered question, it most likely wasn't good that the poor receptionist that was cringing at the dangerous look in the beautiful orbs of one Janelle Teller. Something was wrong.
She knew the beauty, was close to her the moment in high school when she saved the doctor from the bullying jocks. Like her mother though, she was fierce when angered but more often then not was such a sweetheart. Dark blue eyes scanned the once friend of hers and Donna Winston, thinking she looked good and.. glowing, even if she practically radiated anger that was seemed to be powered all on protective instincts. A dark gray tank top that seemed cling to her chest and was just only just short enough to see her flat, toned stomach and in turn the crow on her hip with black faded in the front pants and leather heeled boots that went up to her knees. Her baby blue eyes lightly lined with eyeliner and her hair curled lightly from the California heat.
"Is it that you are just too lazy to look on the computer in front of you or is it something else entirely?!" Tara snapped out of her thoughts as Janelle's cold voice cut though them, and she knew immediately what the loaded question implied having grown up with her, Donna, Jax, Opie and in turn SAMCRO. Before she left for school, which had to be the hardest thing she had to do but with her father gone she had to make good on the promise she made him to go to college and become something, she knew very well how people treated them. How people treated anyone affiliated with SAMCRO as a whole, and she was one of those people that was with them. The crow on her lower back said of her past with them and the memories of all the good times they shared seemed to be engraved in her memory. She may not be the bad ass, slightly bitchy type that Janelle seemed to channel when things went south, but that didn't mean she didn't have one thing that both of them shared besides history.
Protectiveness.
She knew that if anyone hurt Jax or any of them she would make sure there would be hell to pay.. If Gemma or Janelle didn't get to them first with a six foot grave already ready. She knew such thoughts were dangerous, but it was the way things were. It was how they always worked, and after what happened with her ex and her having to running away she didn't even have to think long before she grabbed some priceless things from her dad while said ex was at work, got into her car, and drove her way to Charming. It had always been home, and no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, no where had ever compared.
"...Janelle?" Tara's voice was soft as she took a step forward to her friend, the blond spinning on the spot and turning her way so fast that Tara was scared of her getting whiplash. "Is everything okay?"
Janelle's enraged face slowly softened ever so slightly as she made a move to walk forward before hugging the surprised doctor, her could-be-lethal body shaking slightly before she pulled back as if the hug never happened. A fist swung out and connected with the once friend turned doctor's forearm making her wince ever so slightly. "That was for leaving and not even giving a simple goodbye, Tara. I had no idea where you were until Jax told me, you know we tell each other everything under the sun. You left the samenight you were supposed to come over for a sleepover, Tara. Not to mention you did a complete number on my twin when you left and you better not try that ever again, capisce?!"
Tara nodded silently, feeling ever bit of a little child caught taking a cookie way past midnight in that very moment and offered a sincere sorry to the woman she was once close to, quickly explaining that she had to for her father or at least the memory of him. Watching the blond silently as she cautiously nodded her head with pursed lips and she knew the blond was fighting the urge to hit her again. She knew very well it didn't make it right with the way she left, but it was a start.
"First thing you can do to try and earn my forgiveness is giving me some answers to my questions that the wench behind the glass refuses to answer even if it's as easy as looking it up. A Wendy Case was admitted earlier. She was pretty damn close to an overdose, though I am not entirely sure what on. She was on Jax's kitchen floor, laying in a puddle of her own blood." Tara's eyes getting wider with each word she said after Wendy Case's name, it wasn't really in the norm for the blond to be protective of a person outside of her friends and family so Tara couldn't help but wonder what the woman did to earn that and what did Wendy Case have to do with Jax. Knowing Jax – he wouldn't allow her to be drugged up on his watch, let alone doing it in his house so- "Jax let her live there while he stayed at the clubhouse.. She overdosed while pregnant with his child."
Tara's wide eyes started to water at the mere thought of that poor baby while her mouth dropped on it's own accord, she straightened with seriousness that matched Janelle's, her mouth in a tight line as she clenched her teeth in anger at the woman that was stupid enough to do drugs while pregnant. No wonder Janelle was pissed for not being able to get answers from the receptionist, if Tara knew one thing about Janelle that never changed over the years – it was her protectiveness for anyone that was family and with her niece or nephew's life most likely hanging by a thread due to the actions of a drug influenced, most likely power hungry bitch – they were all lucky that Janelle hadn't stalked through the hospital with the aura to kill.
Tara nodded firmly, eyes speaking the words that she couldn't say out loud or get fired from this hospital and in turn not being able to help the baby that captured the hearts of hers, Janelle's, Jax's, Gemma's and in no doubt so many others without even born yet. "I'll do anything I can to help that baby. Linger so I can keep you updated, your number is still the same?"
Janelle nodded to both the question and giving the darker haired woman the go ahead, "Tara, I'm also pregnant and need the necessary tests done when you get some time. Happy's ailing mother is in charming as well and I will be bringing her by most likely tomorrow." She nodded her head, giving me a congratulations to the baby and a kind 'That will be fine' regarding Happy's mother, before turning to find the first Teller baby, "Jax will not doubt be here soon along with my mother. You have my blessing to get close to him but may god help you if you break his heart again."
Tara stopped from where she was, looking back at the blond that was now a only a few feet away from her and conveyed in her eyes the serious and said two words firmly that had Janelle raising an eyebrow with a look of approval when Tara walked away.
"I won't."
The feel of eyes on me as I paced through the waiting room made me stop and turn, mouth curling upwards and twitching in disgust at the mere thought of Wendy, the bitch was definitely going to pay for this. My orbs connecting with Jax who sat in a chair waiting impatiently while his heel was bouncing up and down in composed anger. My deep sad frown turned to some form of a sad smile because at the moment it was the best I could offer. It was bad as it was but to think of me being pregnant myself, I was outraged that a mother could do that. My protective mother and Aunty instincts were off the charts since discovering Wendy but it had to be fifty times worse for Jax, unknown to me he was thinking the same think about me because of me being pregnant myself, and sat beside him and hugged him tight. My mind barely registering my mother saying that she found Wendy's empty drug bag in the front seat.
'Harry Dog' was a bar that was for alcohol and drugs. Fucking stupid people selling drugs and alcohol to a pregnant woman. Happy's dark brown eyes caught mine and I frowned while nodding softly. I was okay, pissed the fuck off and afraid, but I'll live.. I could only wish that I would be able to guaranty that my nephew would as well.
Tara's voice reached my ears as the people that were there with Jax, mom, and I scrambled to her like bees to their precious honey. Her voice seemed to drift away from me as I took in what she was saying, naming the injures of the precious boy that Jax wanted to name Abel, my anger getting more than I could handle as my blood pressure shot up sky high. Happy's fingers held me from behind to calm me, leaving a tingle sensation from where they rested on my stomach, reminding me unneeded that I needed to watch my blood pressure or I would risk the baby.
I was beyond pissed at Wendy and I was contemplating on pulling a Happy and use her to get a smiley face of my own. "When can we see see him?" My mother's question echoed in my ears.
"I want to see Wendy." My voice was as cold as ice and seemed to make the air around us drop a few degrees. Tara looked at me with a sad smile, seeming to understand that this was hard for me as well as the rest of my family, before seemingly regretful as shaking her head.
"She isn't in the right condition, and her doctor put an order that no one can see her until he gives the OK. Sorry, Janelle."
I muttered under my breath about how I didn't give a damn if she was in 'the right condition' or not. The bitch was going to pay for the untold harm she put on one of my family members. A hole in his stomach and an inherited heart defect that our little brother Thomas died from.. God help Abel get through this because if he doesn't, Wendy will follow shortly after.
I'd personally make sure of that.
Jackson's baby blue eyes widened a fraction as he took in the features of his high school sweetheart as she walked down the hallway to him, smiling at him almost tiredly as her dark hair was put up in messy bun on top of her head. She seemed to have small bags underneath her gorgeous dark blue eyes, something he only noticed as he went closer but it only enhanced her beauty, to know that it was for working hard to make sure his son was better..
Jackson's voice was caught in his throat as he thought about the injures his son had that were fatal, and prayed to god that the answer to the question that he finally forced from his throat was a good one. His sanity rested on it and so did Janelle's, "..Did he make it?"
Her beautiful smile widened to show him her pearly whites before nodding excitedly, "He will be fine now, he will live and is ferrying better by the second. I should tell you though that he will still have withdraw from the drugs for at least a few days. When he gets the assistance that he needs, he will have the opportunity to lead a happy, productive life. "
Jax's eyes shined as he smiled at her before drawing her in a hug, happy beyond belief. His sister was right, Abel was a Teller and Teller's don't give up easily. They were fighters to the very end. Janelle blamed playfully the almost full Irish in them for their ability to be persistent through any hardship that life dared to throw at them. When Tara pulled back she caught the blood from club business on the collar of his shirt under his cut. She gave him a looked that boarded concern and solemn understanding. "Clean yourself up, Jax. Abel will still be here when you get back."
He seemed to be looking at her blankly, trying to understand her motives for such a thing, but decided against it as he nodded with a look and left.
Tara turned to stare after him, hoping that he wasn't angry at her, the look on his face was so blank that it was creepy. "Tara!" Said doctor spun around to see Jax's female twin running towards her, a feat that she didn't to this day understand how she accomplished such a task in those psychotic heels that she loved along with her mother. Arms wrapped around her for the second time this week and a happy, almost hysterical laugh bubbled through the blonde's throat. "He made it!"
Tara smiled into her friend's hair, inhaling the scent that was familiar and all Janelle Teller, "Yeah. He did. Little boy is strong, just like most of the rest of his family, Janie." She said Janelle's nickname, it slipping off of her tongue with ease and left a good feeling with it, before pulling back from the hug to put a hand on Janelle's back as she walked slowly with her down the hallway, "I can only afford to buy you ten minutes of distracting the doctor before I need you to do the tests and everything regarding your pregnancy, we can't afford a minute later."
Janelle's eyes sparkled deviously with a mix of approval, happiness and good old revenge – something that made Tara not want to question it and just be thankful that Janelle wasn't as pissed as she once was with her – before nodding, "Got it. Ten minutes not a minute later."
Tara forced herself not to hesitate as she turned around and walked away from the wide, maniacal yet mischievous, smile that Janelle Teller had on her face, her temper seemed to get even worse with her being a hormonal pregnant woman mixed with the events that almost cost her nephew's life. Wendy was about to learn the hard way not to mess with the people that Janelle viewed as family, the ones who crossed that line never really were the same after she was through with them.
A creative mind. It's something that is greatly encouraged in children, but can be dangerous when an angered adult delves into the dark depth of said creative mind. And really, childhood fireworks are bound to be 'accidentally' replaced with dynamite. It didn't help if a person was growing up had 'Uncles' that were pros at torture – or maybe it did, Janelle was someone that was good at getting even.
There are exactly six places you could cut with a knife that would be so life threatening that the person would bleed out in a matter of hours. A taser, a car battery, glass powder, tooth picks and a rubber hose leave marks but Janelle filed all those away for future reference if the bitch ever dared show her face when Abel and her baby was growing up.
Janelle wasn't a pacifist – not at all. She could be warm to a chosen few but war and violence weren't strangers to her ever since the pain of loosing her father and brother consumed her, and for the majority of the time? Like now, there was quite a bit of justification, thank you very much, for such thoughts and actions.
Her narrowed baby blue eyes took in the sleeping form of her once sister-in-law with the side of her lip twitching upwards in disgust. She never was close to the druggie whore that was a temporary replacement for Tara in Jax's life. Wendy was a sweetbutt that got to high and mighty, with a addict to all things she could shove in her arm, but being the supportive sister Janelle was she simply clenched her teeth and glared while giving a false smile that all but Wendy could see through. Numerous of times Jax came up to her with questions of what her treatment to Wendy was about, and as much as he tried to brush off the sad, truthful words that came out of his twin's mouth, he knew she was right.
Thousands of dollars went missing into thin air, house was always a wreck, and Jax found tons of white powder all over the place. 'It's baby powder, babe!' She remembered Wendy's excuse, as if Jax couldn't tell the difference being in the club. Bitch lied through her teeth, and after arguments on end Jax couldn't take it anymore. Janelle, not ashamed to admit it at all, did an awesome happy dance around the kitchen of the Tacoma clubhouse after she got off the phone with Jax who told her he divorced the druggie wench.
Said wench had her dirty blond wavy hair all over the hospital pillow and her slightly cracked lips slid open in her sleep. Pathetic really. Self preservation must have really skipped her, especially if she knew that she would be found passed out on the floor, pregnant with track marks on her ankles and arms. Pump lips stopped their twitching to form a dangerous smirk, and was followed by a soft rip sounding through the silence. A dark gray strip of fabric from the bottom of Janelle's shirt found it's way tired around her head and a huge medical galls in her mouth to prevent the screaming.
Terrified brown eyes opened at the moment and they locked on to baby blue eyes that had soft sadistic glints in them.
This was gonna be fun.
"Hello Wendy.." Janelle's voice came out soft with a tint of mocking, "I'm guessing you remember me?"
Her eyes shown that she did in fact know who Janelle was and nodded her head, trying to be sneaky as she frantically moved her hand on the place beside her trying to find the panic button the nurse gave her only to find a empty, hospital blanket clad space. A tsk caught Wendy's ears, making her look up to see Janelle Teller looking at her with an amused yet irritated look while swaying the button to call the nurses back and forth in her hand teasingly, "Looking for something, Doll face?" She set it far away from Wendy's immediate reach and pulled out papers that were in her purse, "The boy will live to see his first birthday, no thanks you. You were such a dumb bitch, I can't even comprehend why the hell a soon to be mother would care more about a forty dollar rush than her own child that was growing inside of her!"
Tears were clouding brown eyes and it did nothing but make Janelle scoff, "So here are you options : You can either be smart for once in your miserable life and sign off your parental rights to that precious baby boy or I can happily make it painful until you do." Janelle put the papers in front of her and a pen in her hand, "But truthfully? I would hate to get your drug infested, dirty blood all over the paper and mess it up."
At her words, Wendy's hand shaked as she quickly signed her name knowing full well that the only female twin Jax had would not hesitate to do what she said, and Janelle didn't know if she should be appalled or happy that the bitch gave in so easily. "Just remember, sweetums, that if you so much as cast a shadow on that little kid – I will make your worst nightmares become a reality." Janelle mentally shook her head as she watched Wendy's fearfully nod paired up with the tears that streamed down her fake tanned face, Janelle reached around to untie the fabric she ripped from her shirt, reveling in the flinch that Wendy gave her in response.
"Thank you Wendy.." Janelle murmuring almost lovingly as her hands were caressing the woman's face after when she coughed up the galls and took a few dry heaves, before one finger landed on the soft indent that was behind one ear, another landed on the soft tissue of Wendy's jaw and the other fingers of the same hand on Wendy's huge cheek. Janelle's other hand played with Wendy's hair mockingly as she spoke next, smiling at her as she pressed her fingers down hard and effectively knocking her out, "For your cooperation."
She grabbed a few paper towels and threw away the wet galls that were normally put on deep cuts and wrapped the now wet fabric that was once apart of her shirt in a bundle of paper towels. It wouldn't do to have anyone get suspicious and look through the trash. She shoved the signed papers in her purse, zipped up her leather jacket to hide the rip and was out the door just as the alarm on her phone sounded, letting her know her ten minutes with Wendy was up.
Damn, I'm good.
Janelle smiled as she threw the garbage away and her baby blue eyes caught the sight of her mother making her way to Wendy's room, grabbing the signed papers out of her purse before meeting the dark haired woman that had blond streaks in it half way. "What's this?" Gemma questioned curiously as she grabbed the offered papers and opened the fold to see for herself.
"Tara let me have ten minutes with Wendy." She ignored her mother's surprised, weary look that she was shot before she continued, "Yup. 'Not a minute more.' Those papers are Wendy signing off all parental and legal rights of little Abel to Jax..Out of what little goodness she has in that black hole she called a heart, of course."
Gemma smirked widely, oozing with approval as she put them in her purse with a nod, "Of course.. Well, my little busy bee, what are you planning to do right now?"
Janelle smirked playfully, "Going to see Tara for pregnancy related tests.." She then asked her mother if she wanted to come and soon the two females were walking down the hall and turned left down into another long hall to find Tara still talking with the doctor. Janie wasn't kidding... Gemma thought with surprise. "Hey Doctor Knowles." Janelle called over to the dark haired doctor with a cheeky smile after sharing an amused 'See-told-ya' look with her mother, "I'm ready when you are."
Tara politely told Wendy's doctor, an older man with gray tinted hair, that she had to go before making her way over to the mother and daughter and leading them into an empty room. Janelle smirked as Tara simply shut the door and told her, "Okay, let's get started then."
No matter what her mother thought about the doctor in front of them, Janelle knew that Tara could be the old lady that Jax wanted and the mother that little Abel needed.
Janelle seemed to be on autopilot as all her attention was on the two little pieces of paper that Tara had given her. In one there – in a weird spot light that couldn't penetrate a large black bubble – was a beautiful baby. A girl, Tara told her with a sure, happy smile, was there laying on her back. Being that she was eighteen weeks pregnant so far, they were able to let her see her baby. She knew that there was a possibility of getting the gender wrong but she wouldn't let that bother her. Boy or Girl, the child would be loved and protected all the same.
The other picture, Janelle bit back another laugh at it. Tara said at 7 weeks the baby's limbs start to develop, that a baby grows pretty fast actually. No shit? The picture besides the ultrasound picture was a simple freeze frame that Tara took as she used the wand on the cold gel that was put on her stomach.. apparently her baby girl didn't like it. Janelle shook her head as she stared at the little ball that came flying out and put the wand in Tara's hand.
Her baby girl, not even born yet to know what she was exactly doing, punched the ultrasound. Wait until Happy finds out. Her mother was laughing so hard that she had to step out of the room, only to come back when Tara said that they were done and went to making copies of both pictures. Tara nudged her out of her thoughts with a paper towel to wipe off the gel, and smirked amused at Janelle.
"Come back two days from now and I will give you some of the necessary shots, let's say ten o'clock?"
Janelle looked at Tara and nodded with a wide smile before hopping off the hospital bed, the paper that was put there making noises as she did so, "Oohh, goodie." Her sarcasm made Tara smile as her mother came back in, "I'll be there, doc. You have a nice day."
"You too." Janelle waited until her mother was a little away from her, on her way to check on Abel while she was here she told her daughter, before turning to Tara. "Wendy signed off all rights. My mother now has the documents and will have one of the receptionist make copies of it before we leave. I can speak for a lot of people when I say that we don't want her anywhere near Abel.."
Tara nodded firmly, not even going to question how she got Wendy to sign them because Tara wasn't quite sure if she wanted to know, before saying that she will make sure that Wendy doesn't interfere with Abel's progress to get out of what Jax distastefully called 'the glass box'. They both knew the woman would be counterproductive to anything that was Abel related and she was glad that Janelle could get a legal way of keeping Wendy from storming out of the hospital with Abel. Something she desperately wanted to prevent.
The women went their separate was. Tara to take care of other patients and Janelle found her mother in Abel's room that she now knew the way by heart, to find her mother smiling down at the baby boy. "Hi, Abel." Janelle cooed and it got the boy's attention while bringing his eyes wide at the familiar face and gurgled approvingly. Her mother's smothered laugh caught her attention and she looked up to find a heart warming look on the face of the older Teller woman. "What ma?"
"Nothing... just -" Her mother seemed to have a far away look in her eyes as she stared at the baby boy in the glass incubator with blankets over him and a small white hat on his head, before looking at her daughter fully, between Janelle and Happy their baby – girl or boy – would be so protected it would make Fort Knox look like a child play safe, Gemma had no doubt about that. "the way you look at him? The way that you are already so good with him? Janelle, you'll be a fantastic mother."
Janelle bit the corner of her lip as she smiled, rubbing her stomach lightly as the pictures in her pocket seemed to gain weight all of a sudden, "I hope so."
Gemma smiled at her and kissed the top of the glass box that held only one of her grandkids before looping an arm around one of Janelle's, and walking her out of the room while giving her a playful glance, "I know so, sweetheart, now why don't we got back to the clubhouse? I am sure Happy, Jax and the others would love to hear about the soon to be addition of the Teller-Lowman family.."
