Janelle's plump lips nervously pressed together as she got out of her mother's car, and shared a look over the hood with her mother before strutting into the clubhouse in hopes of being able to tell the guys mainly Jax and Happy but frown confusingly when she saw no one around besides the new Prospect. Her eyes caught the door of the closed club house before nodding, a hand covered her nose as she smelled of something foul. Something she expected with being pregnant, however -

"Tell Happy and Jax I'll be outside." The blond woman gasped out to her mother as she rushed out side, leaving her mother to call her nickname followed with a sigh. Janelle took cleansing breaths, using her hands pull up her thick hair from underneath as she did so, slowly concentrating on her breathing. A rough familiar hand rubbing soothingly on her back took her away from her thoughts and she turned with a smile to find Happy looking at her with concern.

"I'll be fine – something in the clubhouse made me almost get sick." She scrunched up her nose, an act that was adorable in his opinion even though he wouldn't say it out loud, and look at him suddenly with happiness. He watched as she excitedly jumped up from the spot where she sat on top of a picnic table and took two curious looking papers from the pocket of her black, faded in the front pants before handing one to him.

His dark brown eyes seemed to have emotion that he rarely showed to anyone but her and she was happy that he shared her enthusiasm over the subject. She felt stupid for being nervous, and knew that with her family that they would get through anything that they came across. He looked up from the picture he was staring at to give her his full attention. "Now this one.." She teasingly gestured to the other picture, and handed it over to him, watching in amusement as he looked at the ball with unveiled confusion. "Seems like the baby didn't like the ultrasound. Baby girl punched the ultrasound."

It took him exactly one minute and a half to process what she said before his mouth dropped a little, "Baby Gi- Punch-" She let out a small laugh as she nodded before it was cut off with his lips against hers. The soft with just a hint of roughness of his lips on hers made her mind go blank. His callous hands moving through her hair, massaging her scalp before grabbing her hair and roughly pulled her closer to him.

Not even taking a moment to pull her lips off of his and breathing from her nose, Janelle smiled as she felt his hands slowly trail down from her hair to her stomach to caress the flesh that was there. "Hey love birds!" Happy slowly took his lips off of hers to glare darkly at Clay that dared to call him and his old lady 'love birds', man was that bastard lucky that he was Janelle's step father and club president. Janelle brought her body closer to his, put her head on his shoulder and turned her head to look at her mother's husband. "We found out what was that smell."

Blue eyes met brown for a split second and they heard her mother order the crow eaters to open the windows to air out the place before Janelle could come back in, making the blond that was outside plump lips twitch upwards slightly. After a few minutes Happy's hand was grabbed and the couple walked inside to see Opie and Piney sat on the couch, her mother on Clay's lap who sat in a chair belonging to one of the matching tables, and the rest were getting orders of shot by the prospect that Janelle knew as half-sack.

Good guy, she had the time to talk to him today before going to the hospital. The crow eaters of this charter knew that she was Happy's old lady and how important both of them were to the club, so she was happy to note that they didn't look at Happy with lust in their eyes like they did the others. Even though she definitely would have, Janelle was happy to not have to beat some cock hungry slut's pug face in.

"Jax!" His sister calling his name over everyone talking and laughing made said biker put down his now empty shot glass and look at her to see she was waving her hand for him to come to her. Hopping off of the bar stool, the male twin counterpart couldn't help but his eyebrows pulling together at Happy kissing her softly on the back of the head taking the two papers that she offered him, and with a nod in Jax's direction he walked over to the bar.

"What's up, Janie?" Jax couldn't contain the feeling that he was missing something at the look that Happy and his sister shared that was simply pure excitement and fondness. She smiled at him widely and handed him the one set of the two copies of the pictures that Happy run off with, her words muffled by anyone who wasn't Jax by the rowdiness of the other bikers.

Opie paused his conversation with his father two look at his two best friends, eyes narrowing in confusion and trying to figure out what they were talking about. The two twins looked at each other happily, Jax amused and looking like he was on cloud nine he was so happy for her and Janelle looked like she was amused and about to cry burst out crying in happiness with whatever his reaction was to what she told him. Opie shook his head while he shrugged and turned back to talk with his father.

Pregnant woman, he knew this to be true because of watching Donna go through it, (Even though he sure as hell wouldn't say this to Janie or Happy, he liked living thank you very much) were so damn hormonal about generally most things. Whether it was Donna's crying spells over anything really, or Janie's temperamental issues that cause her to run havoc when angered..

Opie shook his head again as he caught the twins hugging out of the corner of his eye, yeah.. Jax looks like he would survive talking to her better at this very moment.

A loud whistle cut through the air and everyone settled down to see Janelle in between Janelle and Happy, "May I have your attention, please?" Those that knew Janelle and saw her as their 'niece' had to hold back snorts at the 'please' part added on the end. As much as Janelle was a sweetheart to some, they knew she wasn't one you would want to casually waltz on her toes. It always did end up badly, and sure enough she slowly turned her glaring eyes to the ones that snorted, only continuing when it was absolutely quiet. Holding up the two baby pictures high in her stretched out hands, one in each, in a completely rock star move, her face lit up with a thousand-watt smile. "I just found out today that my little fighter in a girl!"

People came swiftly to hug them saying congratulations paired with sincere smiles and clapping Happy on the back or drawing him in man hugs. "Wait." Juice's voice rang out, making everyone go silent as to see what was going on, "What do you mean 'little fighter'?"

Janelle gave her mother a smile and grabbed the offered coca-cola before looking at Juice, who always seemed to catch things that the others didn't. She smiled at him and said four words that made everyone laugh or spit out their alcohol in surprise, "She punched the ultrasound."

Clay shook his head, practically oozing with amusement and gave her one last hug before calling out something that made all the bikers yell out in appreciation, "Party tonight!"

Mother and daughter shared a look before Clay went over and kissed his wife's temple. Janelle's body shook with concealed laughter, and had one last thought before being pulled playfully by Happy to sit with him.

As if SAMCRO needed a reason to party.

"Hey half-sack." Janelle suddenly after when he hugged her, making him look at her softly with his head tilted to the side, "Next time you want to stuff the head of a dead deer in a box and hide it in the clubhouse – can you at least give me a little warning first?"

He sheepishly nodded at the couple with Happy glaring at him for causing such discomfort to his wife and old lady but the prospect didn't leave with his shoulders slumped when he caught Janelle's soft smile. Not only would Janelle's anger hurt his chances of getting in the club, it just might be hazardous to his life.

….

A fist flew out and hit the face of a dark, cured haired man with a black mustache and dressed in dark clothes. Janelle smirked from her place outside the boxing ring as her old man and her 'uncle' Tig exchanged punches, they were almost playfully boxing until Happy took it a step forward and caught his lip. Tig smiled challenging as he stumbled with his hand on his lip, pulling it back to show her old man drew blood. They were moving their feet expertly around each other and Janelle's small smirk became wider when all of a sudden a dark, demanding voice yelled, "Kick his ass!"

Her head snapped to see her step father spoke from around the other side of where she was, surrounded by her brother, Piney, Bobby, and a few others. Clay must have bet in one of them and was looking to collect the money. Janelle shook her head and turned back to the fight, analysing the both of them.

"What would happen if we didn't rebuild?" Jax's voice reached Janelle's ears and she forced herself not to turn and look at them. It was no secret that the Mayans were responsible for burning down their warehouse even though the content of it that was stolen was a secret. She didn't exactly know where that question had come from but in the end she grudgingly agreed with the valid question. She knew the club was getting heat from all angles and she understood Jax's motives and where he wished the club to go.

Didn't lessen her surprise all the same. Janelle tuned them out and stared at the two men that were fighting. They were both good fighters, good enforcers, and they both wouldn't do any cheap shots to actually cause any real damaged so she would have to guess that in the end it would be a –

Suddenly Bobby walked into the ring, probably Clay ordering him to, and broke up the fight to have her old man and Tig hug it out. Before the girls who where clueless that Happy was taken could swarm him, Janelle strutted up to him in heeled knee high boots, skinny black jeans and a black lacy corset-like top and kissed him hard. "What do you say we got up to your my dorm room here and I can kiss your wounds better?"

Happy's dark brown eyes lit up with glints of anticipation and happiness before wrapping a hand around her and directed her upstairs, grabbing some alcohol for him and a water bottle and soda for her and leaving a trail of glaring girls and smirking bikers behind them.

….

Gemma could hear the door opening behind her, and knowing she locked it and the person must have a key, she forced herself to relax and keep cleaning. "It's almost midnight." She turned to her only living son and sighed looking at the clock, before turning to what she was doing. Where did the time go?

"The place is a goddamn pigsty." She scoffed before returning back to cleaning.

"Cleaning was never her strong suit." Gemma looked at her son weirdly, that bitch was the reason her son was premature, and fighting for his life and here Jackson was pointing out her lack of strong suits? Did Wendy Case actually have one?!

"You have to go see him, Jax." She murmured to him, and when he denied it quickly, she turned to him with a much needed cigarette in hand, "Why - because it would break your heart?" She saw the vulnerability that he tried to hide, "It's called being a father."

"For what?! A minute? A DAY?" He shook his head at her, and she could tell it scared him, could tell that he would be heartbroken if Abel didn't make it, and she was too but she had to be optimistic. Not only would it break her sons heart along with her own but it didn't take Einstein to see that Janelle had grown deeply attached to the baby boy. If Janelle was anything close to anger with Wendy when she went to have the dirty blond sign off her parental rights earlier that day, it would be a pale comparison if Abel were to die.

Heaven and Earth couldn't give the protection Wendy would need to hide from Janelle and Gemma would happily help her.. she hoped to god that Janelle's trust and closeness with Tara wasn't in the wrong place

When they were seated down at the kitchen table, Jax had the half cigarette in hand when she spoke again, "You know, you and Janie were born with that same heart defect your little brother had?" She pounded her fist in a mock Tarzan motion on his biker jacket clad chest, "Seems pretty sturdy to me." She saw a hint of a smirk on his face as she continued, "I went through hell, and worked hard to land on my feet. Your father was hit by a goddamn semi! Drove a hundred and seventy-eight yards, and that bastard lived for TWO more days! Tellers DO NOT die easy."

Jax snorted, "No, we just die bloody."

Gemma smirked at that, "Well, that's the Irish in us."

Her son gave her a matching amused smirk with his eye lit up in something that was almost pretty close to content as he remembered his conversation with his sister, "Janie said the exact same thing when we talked.."

"I knew I raised that girl right." Gemma smirked playfully.

...

The older woman with dark hair and blond highlights stood up from her spot with her friend Luann when the dark haired, blue eyed doctor that instantly started to speak when she got their attention, "Abel's stomach surgery went well," Tara nodded and gave a sad smile at Gemma and wished the woman wouldn't look at her mistrustfully but she knew she would earn it back just like she was on the road to doing so with Janelle, "but it's putting a strain on his system. Dr. LaMeh doesn't want to wait, it's the best choice to do the heart surgery now so be could have the best fighting chance of survival."

Gemma pursed her lips as she looked at Tara, to her friend, and back again, "Okay, thanks." She went to turn to leave but raised an eyebrow at the doctor when she stopped her to talk, and Gemma handed Luann to hold her purse before nodding. Walking down the hall, Gemma felt a little bit more uncomfortable than she was willing to admit. This woman had the power to hurt her son and still did, she could see it in his eyes that he was getting sucked back in. Her Janie was too getting close to her 'old friend' and Gemma couldn't help but be weary. What was to prevent little miss Tara Knowles would make her son fall for her one second and run off in the middle of the night the next? "What's up?"

Tara hesitated for a second before, "Wendy is in really bad shape, and I know that Janelle spoke with her about the parental rights being sign off. I was wondering if you gave them to the front desk for them to copy-"

Gemma felt an eyebrow arch sky high and cut her off, "You stopped to talk to me.. to wonder if I gave the papers to the – what are you doing?"

"What?" Tara looked at her curiously and shocked. Then she remembered when she was younger and Janelle gave her and Donna lessons on The shadow effect as the blond called it. It was basically Old lady 101, she molded them into strong, bad ass ladies with a 'take no shit' attitude.

Rule number 1? Family is everything. Take care of your man's wounds and stand by him, no matter what. You only have one shot as raising your kids. Things happen? Let your old man know and protect them both at all costs. Never underestimate a mother bear trying to protect her cubs.

Rule number 2? Do not, under any circumstance, let your mouth run or let crow eaters touch your man without consequences. You have to be strong and loyal.

There were others but rule number 3 is probably the one that they were supposed to practice almost every day? Do not let anyone, no matter who they are, dictate you or make you feel low. Stand up for yourself and act accordingly. Be sweet but have your words outlined with threats.

Tara knew very well that Gemma didn't want Jax to loose himself in her and truthfully she didn't want him to. She knew he had responsibilities to the club, to his family – he didn't need to get sidetracked. All she wanted to do was.. "What do you mean 'what am I doing'? I'm just making sure that Wendy doesn't try to run off with Abel in the middle of the night, no matter what you may think of me Jax, Abel and Janelle all hold places in my heart.. and I am sorry for anything that Jax went through when I left. You may not believe me but I will prove to you that I hold Abel and Jax's best interest at heart."

Tara looked into Gemma eyes that narrowed at her in curiosity and confusion before sighing, nodded politely to her to a good day before walking away to take a quick peak at Abel, knowing she could always asked the front desk if it was handed in.

Unknown to her, Gemma's voice lightly twitched upwards as she stared back at her. Maybe, just maybe, Janelle was right about Tara..? She didn't remember Tara being soo.. head strong, when it wasn't lightly influenced by Janelle that is.

Only time will tell..

….

"NO!" Janelle heard Donna's heart clenching scream and got off of Happy's bike to sprint into the Winston's garage only to find the woman she grew up with wasn't in fact hurt but playing tug-a-war with Opie and his bag. She said it a few more times and Janelle couldn't handle the emotions that poured out into the pleading words.

"Donna!" Her voice cut through the yelling to have both Opie and the short dark haired woman that was Donna look at Janelle that had narrowed eyes at the bag that both of them held in a vice grip. "Let. Go."

Donna took in her narrowed eyed best friend that had her hip cocked to the side and released her hold on the strap as if it burned her. A baby's scream cut through then making Donna cast one look at Opie with Happy and Jax staring in the background, before strutting out of the garage.

Janelle looked at a saddened Opie that stared off in his wife's direction before grabbing his arm and walking him out of the garage, "I will talk to her."

Opie opened his mouth to say something but was cut off with a look Janelle shot him that shut him up, "Opie – I got this. It'll be fine, I have been meaning to catch up with Donna anyway. I am sure that the baby is okay as well. Don't worry, and stay focused, 'kay?"

He gave a nod to her, gratefully, took his bag that Donna tried to take away from him and got on his own bike. He watched as the twins hugged before Janelle hugged happy and kissed him deeply, stepping away and watching them until their bikes turned the corner.

Donna sighed as she heard heels echo behind her on the tiled floor on the kitchen as she stood by the sink to wash some left over dishes, "How did you do it, Janie? When Happy was inside?" She turned to see her best friend smile at her and move to sit at the kitchen table.

"Do you remember one of the most important rules that I gave you and Tara when we were growing up on how to be a good old lady? 'Even when you are shaking on the inside, on the outside you have be strong, act put together, smart, be determined, and be loyal.' I didn't have kids to take care of and worry about that was for sure, but one is currently on the way. I want to talk to one of my best friends about what to expect, what your pregnancies were like. I feel you pain about Opie going to prison Donna, I really do.." Janelle looked at the table in thought, before she spoke again, "But it isn't Opie's fault, or is it Jax or Clay's that he was sent away. Opie is trying and failing to live with only one foot in SAMCRO and one foot out. It will get him killed, sweetie."

Donna looked at how serious her friend was, something that wasn't always a good thing and Janelle continued before she even had time to get words out of her open mouth, "I know what you think, and as pissed off as you are, you have to face the truth of the matter. A club member that was getaway ride left Opie there to be lunch for the cops. SAMCRO is supposed to be a family, and we are all supposed to look out for one another. What could Clay, Jax or better yet any one of them do to help Opie? I love Opie to death and then some, he is my best friend. Those precious children of yours? They most likely don't like it when mommy and daddy fight." She picked up one of the bills that was in a high stack on the table in front of her, making Donna cringe. "It's okay sweetheart, we all experienced it. The feelings when your old man goes away.. SAMCRO is apart of what Opie is. Don't fight us Donna, please."

Donna gulped in thought as her mind raced with what Janelle said before turning to stare at the sink of soap made bubbles that covered the dirty dishes, a sigh came from behind her as heels moved across the floor, arms wrapping around her in a hug from behind, "I love you Donna, I missed you so much.. my number is still the same.. give me a call when ever you like. Ma is having a dinner tonight and if you by any chance could make it.." Janelle sighed and her hands lingered in the hug a second longer before walking out of the kitchen with a murmur that she wanted the kids to see her 'Auntie Janie' before she called Gemma to come pick her up.

Tear stung Donna's brown eyes as she picked up a plastic dark blue bowl from the sink, her throat feeling like it was clogged. Ever since they were younger, meeting in kindergarten they pretended that they were both 'Sisters from another Mister' to say that she wanted her kids to see their 'Auntie Janie' without even meaning for Donna to hear... Janelle still thought that, even after she distanced herself from the club as a whole and therefore Janelle... The woman with short dark hair dropped the bowl in the bubble infested warm water roughly, effectively making a splash as she did so, damn it!

"So … what did Donna have to say?" Janelle turned her bright blue eyes to her mother that sat in the driver's seat as they took off down the road from Donna's house, and smiled knowing very well her mother was fishing but giving her an answer anyway. She had fun playing with Donna and Opie's cute little munchkinlanders and talking in general with Donna after they talked about Opie, mainly pregnancy: what to expect and names.

"I went there on the back of Happy's bike before they went on a run. She was having an argument with Opie and I stayed after to talk to her, let her know they we were still family and that I missed her.. I invited her to the dinner tonight and we will just have to see if she shows." Gemma pursed her lips at her answer, and didn't answer until they pulled into the gates of 'TM'.

"Yeah, just wait and see darlin'.." Her own Irish accent, that she usually masked, tainting her speech as she stared off in thought while she pulled in, hoping that her daughter wasn't getting her hopes up. She watched with happiness as Janelle walked past Juice and Chibs with her usual strut, smiling and joking with them. With any luck at all, Donna will consider whatever Janelle had to say to her.

Gemma hated to see the underlining sadness that was in her beautiful blue eyes.

…...

A familiar crow eater with dyed golden blond hair, and a chubby body strutted into the club house like she owned the place and effectively caught Janelle's eye as the laughter from what Happy said died down and deepened into a sneer. Her eyes taking in the bitch that was Emily Dunkin, one of the club's whore's as dark brown eyes scanned the room with interest. Janelle got up from where she was curled up on Happy's lap and walked over to the woman wore cheat perfume and even cheater and sluttier clothes, her voice was too innocent to not hold a threat as the words slipped out, "Oh, honey." Her voice was something you would hear yourself speak to a child that doesn't understand what you are saying, "Are you lost?"

"No..." Emily backed away from her with wide eyes as she knew just how crazy first hand how Janelle could be the first time that she or any one dared to put their hands on Happy, crow eater or not. "Chibs said that Jax-"

"Shit." Happy cussed as his pregnant wife yet again backed a crow eater into a corner, hopping up from his seat just as Juice and Chibs ran inside, seemingly had just realized that yes, Janelle was in the club house and yes, Emily would most likely would be threatened for worse by the woman that most of the members were terrified to piss off. The only ones that weren't were Gemma, Jax and Happy Opie was sometimes added to that very short list as well – yes, even Clay didn't want to waltz on her toes. Her normally short fuse connected to her anger and temper had been cut in half.

Janelle brought her face close to hers, the look on her face making the crow eater before her shiver in fear, "Now what could you possibly want with my twin brother?" Familiar hands wrapped themselves around her middle gently as Happy pulled her to him, the whole way baby blue eyes narrowed at Emily but didn't fight her husband's hold.

"Relax, Janie." He whispered in her ear lovingly as he rubbed her stomach in soothing circles but they did nothing to lessen her glare as the crow eater ran away, dragging her old, loose pussy off to Jax's room, which made Janelle clench her pearly white teeth together.

"Lass, you couldn't leave well enough alone?" Janelle's face slowly turned to Chibs and Juice, the first because of the question that was tainted with his Scottish accent while the second just stood there awkwardly with something almost that was fear, her daggered eyes taking in the both of them as they gulped and slowly backed away from Janelle and therefore Happy, heading to the bar.

Happy's body vibrated with chuckles as he directed her to his dorm room that the bot of them currently stayed at even though they were house hunting and wanted a place of their own to raise their baby, he shut the door behind him and pushed her on the bed with a soft, fond smile. Before he kissed her hard and pulled away after a few minutes, "The crow eater is here because Jax needs her to sleep with Skeeter as payment for two bodies that we needed to make up a fake crime scene." She looked at him a few seconds, taking in what he said before nodding and kissing him again.

"Okay but it will be a very real crime scene if she so must as looks suggestively in you way." Happy smirked at her possessiveness, loving ever minute of it before pulling her up to his lips by her hair.

"I know, Jane, I'm yours as much as you are mine – now," His voice getting rougher at the last word as he opened her leather jacket partly and pulled down the tank top she wore along with her bra, "no," he kissed his way down her neck, "more," he licked the skin in between her huge breasts as he trailed a hand down to her pants and finding her already wet and he touched her as his other hand pinched and played one of her breasts, his face in front of hers as he growled out the last word, "talking."

A moan came from her lips and he smirked at her with satisfaction as he felt her soak his fingers as he pushed them into her still tight channel. They were definitely going to be a while if he had anything to say about it.

…..

"Ma..?" Janelle's voice startled Gemma from her spot of looking through her son's belongings with urgency, making the older Teller woman spun around with nervousness before she saw it was only her daughter standing behind her.. funny, she thought she shut that door but she didn't hear it open back up.. Gemma shook her head, deeming her daughter's 'sudden' appearance was due to the door not shutting right before looking at her daughter with contemplation in her eyes as the blond stared with wide eyes and almost disgust as she took in the mess that was her brother's room, "Whatcha doing?"

Gemma eyed her daughter for a second longer before looking at the mess, blurting out the first thing she thought of, "Cleaning."

Janelle eyed her and with smirk and a raised eyebrow, "I'll help you because I hate to break it to you mom, but you aren't even trying to do a good job.." She turned around slowly and picked up the dirty clothes, put them in the hamper in the corner before setting to make the bed. Gemma's eyes caught a box that had "John's music" written in black faded marker on the lid before moving to it, eyes cutting to Janelle, she knew her daughter well and being so close to her twin.. Jax will know what she was up to soon enough, and even though she loved her children she just couldn't let that happen.

Even Janelle knew that the club was important, she didn't put it past her daughter to tell her son, who as of right now was conflicted. She sighed to herself mentally and stared at her daughter who was making the bed with a light hum and had to fight to hold a smirk. That girl was too smart for her own good.

"Jax told you about your father's things in this box?" Gemma pointed to it making Janelle stop what she was doing with a raised eyebrow at it.

"No, but I sure sooner or later he will." She finished making the bed and looked at her mother just as she set the pillow up on top of it, slanted on the head board. "Maybe he found something that he wants to keep to himself. No need to scavenger hunt through your son's room for – what? Old pictures of you and dad?" Janelle smiled as she grabbed her mother by the shoulders and drew her into a hug, "Relax.. I am sure when he is done he will let you see."

"Your probably right.." Gemma murmured for her daughter benefit as he hugged her tight, even though she couldn't help but mentally correct on how wrong Janelle was about her dad's stuff.

When Janelle left, Gemma ran to the box taking off the lid and looked through it, only stopping when she went through a yellow huge envelope and saw a picture of her wedding day. She looked so happy that she remembered her cheeks her from all the laughter and smiles she gave, in a white dress that showed off her baby bump of the twins. She was in John's arms and looking at it, Gemma noticed even then Clay was smiling down at her almost with fake happiness as she married the president of his club and best friend.

Gemma tore her eyes from the picture sadly as she thought of her now dead husband before looking around the room in worry. Jax having conflicting thoughts about the club was bad for him in the worst way, it would get him killed and she couldn't bare the thought. Janelle would be crushed and she would be beside herself in sorrow.

Gemma had to bury her late husband due to him being hit by a semi, her brown eyes filled with tears, she couldn't do it again..

Janelle walked in to the kitchen, having just arrived with Happy at her mother's house, to see her mother by the window smoking a joint of weed before walking over to Luann. Both of them shared a smile, talking as her mother handed one of the more modest helpers the joint before going and hugging her mother with a smile, "Hey sweetie, glad you could make it - just in time." Janelle rolled her eyes as her mother instantly put her to work of chopping up vegetables and soon everything was set up, they were all seated at the very long table that was in her mother's dining room and she was talking with Chibs from her seat acrossed from him and in between her twin and Happy, mocking his accent teasingly and making faces when he wasn't looking that had the child next to him laughing her little heart out.

Out of the corner of her eye, Janelle saw her mother standing off to the side and smiling in happiness as she looked at them, her hands carrying a huge plate of chicken when all of a sudden the door bell rang. Conversations weren't so loud as it was before and Janelle shared a look with her mother before giving Happy a kiss, getting up out of her seat and went to the door before Jax could tell her to sit down.

Happiness invaded her baby blues when she opened the door, feeling Happy come into the hall behind her, and smiled at her two best friends and their children. She opened the door wider, while the kids ran in she was warmed with Opie's firm yet loving hug, murmuring in her ear, "I don't know what you said to her – but Janie, I have to thank you." Janelle hugged him tighter and he side stepped around her to wait in the growingly crowded hallway as Donna shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"I'm so sorry, Janie. I am sorry for not acting like a real friend, for everything.. I.." Brown eyes stung as Donna looked at the high heels that Janelle wore, "- I missed you too sooo muc-" She was cut off by the hard jerk that Janelle gave her as her body was forced forwards and into a tight hug. Both of the woman were shaking with sobs, completely oblivious to the happy smiles that were exchanged from behind the blond while Opie and Jax were the only one's who weren't dry eyed.

Content filled Janelle as she turned her body sideways to let Donna through and into the house, before she shut the wooden door.

...

Laughter echoed happily around Janelle as she looked around with stars in her baby blue eyes at the people having a good day at Fun Town with Happy's arms wrapped securely on her middle. A laugh of her own joined the air as Happy playfully pulled her to a basketball game, easily making all the shots and winning her a huge stuffed white fluffy bear. Her sexy Mexican was wearing his cut over a dark gray t-shirt and black loose jeans almost matching her silvery gray tank top and faded jeans with silver flat boots. This was about the only time that she actually wasn't wearing heels but today was for fun, even though she couldn't help but pout at not going on roller coasters due to getting sick. She had enough of that in the morning – thank you very much.

She smiled as Happy motioned for her to find a picnic table with his hand in a 'shoo shoo' type of way that made her have to bite her full lips to keep from laughing and sat down with her huge bear next to her, playing with her side braid as she smiled at her brother, Tig and Bobby on the kiddie ride of the red and blue dragon that magnetically went around in circles. Laughing in amusement when she saw Tig and Jax laughing to each other while Bobby just looked bored out of his mind, she quickly zoned in on them with her camera phone and snapped a picture when they got to a right angle for it. A sprite was put in from on her in a white and blue paper cup along with a plastic straw, making Janelle look up with a smile as her husband sat in front of her, straddling the bench with one shoe on each side.

"You know when Jax finds out you have evidence of -"

"You mean if..." She narrowed her eyes at his teasing look as he pierced the top of the plastic lid with his straw before she did the same.

"Of course, honey." Happy smirked at her before pointing to the white paper plate on the table between them, "Funnel Cake?"

She raised an eyebrow and slowly returned the smirk before eating some of it, staring off into the distance before her baby blue eyes connected to her mother, that was over one of Clay's shoulder's, be set down as Clay smiled fake and shook Elliot Oswald's hand. Smirking to herself as her mother possessively draped herself over Clay's shoulder, and Janelle had absolutely no doubt that her mother was glaring from behind her huge sunglasses, "Janie what is it?"

She looked at Happy, who was looking between her to her family who was interacting with the man, the woman and their daughter, "Bad history with the Oswald parents of that little girl, Hap." She shook her head and went to say more but her eyes connected with a family that made her eyes light up happily. Happy watched as his wife hopped up from her spot to hug Donna as he nodded politely to Opie, happy that his wife was ecstatic to have her friend back. He was also glad that Opie didn't have one foot in and one foot out of the club any more. It would have truly broke Janelle to see Opie get killed because of it and because his beautiful old lady was so protective of those she called family – he didn't know what erratic measures she would take because of said death.

He watched happily as she smiled and laughed with Donna, giving Opie a hug and smiling and joking with the kids, he couldn't wait to hold his baby girl. To watch her grow up and be able to enjoy things like this with Janelle and their baby girl. They decided to take it one day at a time, to enjoy the small things of her pregnancy, and focus on names and other things at least half way through her pregnancy.

"Auntie Janie! Uncle Happy!" One of Opie's little boy's hugged Janelle's knees before running to where Happy was to give him a hug with a huge smile. Janelle watched with a look in her eyes that had something else mixed with content as Happy smiled at the boy before wrapping his arms around her to pull him onto on of his legs effortlessly, hugging him and offering him some Funnel Cake.

"How are you doing little squirt?"

Janelle stepped off of the platform of the Ferris Wheel with Happy behind her, her hands clutching the photo booth strip that Happy and her took earlier and the other was of the white fluffy bear. Her eyes filled with happiness as she closed them to kiss her husband passionately before the pulled back as she heard huffing of someone running out of breath. Janelle's blue eyes connected with Juice as he jogged to meet where they stood. "The Irish are coming.."

Happy nodded silently to the other club member, for the first time today serious and they both watched as the tattooed biker ran off to tell the other members, "What do you want to do baby?"

Janelle smiled up at him as she nodded, "I'll be fine. I will call Donna and my Ma - find out where they are." He nodded and kissed her forehead, staying with her until Donna answered her phone and met her at the Ferris Wheel with the young kids and Opie. Janelle kissed him softly before saluting them and watching them go.

"Jane is gonna be a good mother." Happy turned his head to Opie as they both walked off to meet the others, "I see it clearly. Janelle is well put together as it is with sadist tendencies if you hurt one of her family members – she always has but.." Opie looked at him after his eyes connected with Jax's, "The way you talked with my little guy at the picnic table earlier? It was the same look Donna used to give me when she was pregnant. Janelle positively melted in T minus four seconds." He laughed to himself, knowing full well that Janie would deny it if someone confronted her about it.

"You have a good family, Happy." Opie smirked at him but his brown eyes held pure honest, "I mean that."

Happy's rough voice cut through the laughter around them as they finally reached Jax, Bobby and Tig, "Thanks, and I definitely know that."

Behind them by the Ferris Wheel, Janelle texted her mother as she had one of Donna's boys next to her awing at the height that made him see the whole park that was Fun Town, Donna was one another cart with the other boy, before Janie pointed to all the rides she had been on and smiled when the boy next to her did the same.

She touched her stomach softly and smiled before talking to the small boy again. She couldn't wait to hold her own child in her arms.

...

"TRISTEN!" Janelle stared a startled look with her mother, before strutting to the frantic woman that she knew her mother couldn't stand, now wearing a leather long snug jacket and carrying a soda, before she reached her the woman looked around for her daughter before calling the name again with a worried, shaking hand on her forehead.

"What's going on?" Janelle looked at the mother to her own that just reached her and back again.

"We can't find Tristen!" The frantic tone and being a soon to be mother herself made Janelle's blood pressure almost sky rocket.

"Ah, Jesus." Her mother sighed, put a hand on her shoulder and squeeze it before pulling away and looking around, "Well, she must be here somewhere.."

The mother's 'No! We looked everywhere!' was cut off by her husband running up to them, "She isn't on any of the rides-" The mother ran off with tears in her eyes.

"Oh my god.. Tristen.."

Janelle pursed her lips and stopped a bunch of teenaged girls as they tried to walk past her. Their daughter Tristen wouldn't be on any of the rides, surely someone would have questioned why a young girl that had to be no more than thirteen year old girl would be running around the carnival at night without her parents. "Hey, girls? Question, we are looking for a little girl that is currently missing. She isn't on any of the rides, so is there somewhere where she could have gone?"

They were all shy of the woman in front of them, on edge because they knew exactly who she was and what she was to the MC – the next queen of Charming – but even so they gulped and answered the question, watching as she ran to her mother with a sigh of relief that they didn't have to be in her presence any longer than necessary.

"I will call Jax and let them know." Janie told her mother as she ran off to check the place while her mother double checked the rides, trying to pick out the dark haired child in the crowd. Janelle ran, using the light from her phone to guide her through the deeper part of the park, her boots skidding down a hill unexpectedly and making her thank god she didn't wear heels when she suddenly heard a painful groan.

There curled up in a fetal position with her pants down and exposed, was Tristian the little happy, bright eyed girl she saw earlier. With blurry eyes, Janelle pulled out her phone and on autopilot called her brother.

"Hey Janie, what's -"

"Jax.." Janelle croaked in the phone as she took her coat off and put it over the poor girl's prone body, she heard the scuffing of a chair being forced back against a hard wood floor, heard the sound of her brother calling her name and getting frantic at what her voice must have sounded like. Her hands thread softly through the half awake girl's soft hair when Happy seemed to snatch the phone from her brother and put it on speaker since his voice was alittle off.

"Baby, what's the matter? What happened?" His voice had a dangerous edge to it that promised pain and a slow death if something hurt her.

"Hap, I .. I need help. There is this girl that was... assaulted in the worst way. I found her after she went missing from Fun Town, she currently in the back woods.. Hap." The last word was filled with such sadness that had Happy close his eyes at the sound and when he opened it seemed that he wasn't the only one.

"Who is the girl, Janie?" Her brother questioned with softness that was only for his sister's benefit, completely contradicting half of what he was feeling.

"...Tristen Oswald." The name made eyes go wide and the members finished their walk to their bikes and Happy spoke into the phone before putting the prepaid in his pocket, he'll give it back to Jax later but for now, "You did good, honey. We will be there soon, I promise."

After when Happy hung up, she called her mother before calling the cops with her voice still filled with the harsh emotions that threatened to overwhelm the normally badass girl as her mother spoke her full first name, "Janelle..?"

"Ma.. I found her.. Mommy, the poor girl was-"

Somewhere in the Fun Town Carnival, Gemma nodded sadly and murmured something before ending the call before walking to the woman that she didn't like but now felt sorry for.. Her eyes showing sadness and she moved to speak when she couldn't take much more of the lost, sorrow filled eyes that were staring back at her with a hint of expectancy. For the first time in her life, Gemma struggled to find words, the raw emotion in her daughter's voice echoed in her ears and heart. It was the first time in years ever since Janelle's little brother died that she called her 'Mommy' and if Janelle went back to that – even if it was for a split second.. "My daughter.. Janelle.. she found Tristen.."

The next morning, Happy looked over at his wife who was laying on her side before wrapping an arm around her middle as he pulled her back to his chest. He knew she didn't sleep well that night and after what happened and how she discovered the poor girl he couldn't fault her at all. His Janie may be his badass girl most of the time but underneath it she wears her heart on her sleeve. She could be your best friend, old lady and daughter that you could ever ask for – would gladly walk through hell just to make sure that the ones close to her was alright and safe – but you threaten those people or piss her off?

You are definitely on your own, club brother or not, but right now Happy didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do to take the pain Janelle felt for the little girl away and consume it so she wouldn't have to. So he just held her, letting her know that he was here and hoped that would be enough until she was ready to talk.

Janelle gave a soft half smile that Happy couldn't see, as a little girl she always wanted to find someone that knew she wasn't at all perfect but treated her as if she was, and she will be happy for the rest of her life knowing that it happened. She held in sad sigh though, fighting to swallow it and not let it through. She never, ever, had to go through that. Jax, her father and her mother as well as the rest of the club would murder the person for even thinking of such an act... she knew, somehow, she had to make sure Tristen was going to be alright. That was the only way she was ever going to even hope of going to sleep.

A beeping of a black Mercedes-Benz pulling into the lot brought Happy's attention away from Janelle, even if it was for a split second, before looking back at her she she ate some breakfast with his mother more silently that ever before. The rape of Tristen Oswald really shook her up and even though he could tell his mother was trying to cheer her up, Janelle was lost in thought. He was forced to promise her last night, that when the club finds out who did it, the man who raped Tristen would pay dearly.

He wasn't even sure that Clay wanted to find out, maybe Elliot Oswald was here to convince him, and if Clay turned him down than Happy would just have to rope Jax into helping him track down the fucker that did it and made Janelle want to crawl into a hole and try to forget about what happened to the poor little girl, most likely dragging the girl in with her if it could help.

He always kept his promises to his Janie, Happy thought to himself as he watched Elliot Oswald walk into the office with Jax and Clay before looking at Janelle in the corner of his eye and seeing that she was watching the office too, no matter what it was.

"Thank you.." Janelle blinked rapidly as Elliot Oswald shook her hand gratefully before walking to his shiny, expensive car and disappearing out of sight just as her step father called church, a tingling kiss on the forehead was placed as Happy walked past her and set his phone with the others before the door was shut.

"We have a two hundred thousand debt that is now hanging over our heads – Do we really, REALLY, want to go out there playing some uno lone ranger?!" Tig blinked his baby blue eyes as he looked at Clay.

"The guy raped a thirteen year old girl!" Jax spat at him, ignoring Bobby from beside him that echoed the four last words he said, and pointed his pointer finger at him threateningly.

"Again, I just don't like putting my ass on the line for someone who cares nothing about the club-"

"I don't care about how you feel about you ass." Happy growled from his chair, his eyes a threatening dark shade of brown malice as they stared down the table at Tig and didn't let go of his form but almost staring through him, "Do you have any idea what Janie is going through?! Did you so much as look at her or even care enough?" He forced his eyes to move from Tig and stare hard at the other members before deepening his glare at Tig, "My old lady had to find the poor girl that way and it has made Janelle deadlysilent ever since! So no, please excuse me if I don't care for your input!"

"You know.. when people get banged up in this town? They don't go to the cops, they come to us, and that means something to me. Charming is ours to protect and frankly, I would have tracked down the son of a bitch anyways just because my step daughter is involved. We all know how Janelle is and to have Janelle silent as she has been? To call Gemma 'Mommy' last night when she found the girl - something she hadn't done in years?" Jax looked down at the table to worry and he wasn't the only one, he needed to talk to her, to make sure for himself that she was alright.. "So I will simply do it on my own, just to have her sleep better at night, poor girl had huge bags underneath her eyes when she came down from her and Happy's room, and if any of you want to pass on this-"

Heads shook, the club cutting him off as they all said they were all in, all thinking about that poor little girl and how Janelle had been acting ever since all of them saw her this morning. They had to do this – They needed to. "Okay, good." Clay nodded as Jax smirked at Tig's joke when he said he was all in as well, before Clay looked at all of them seriously, "So what do we know..?"

Janelle finished giving her statement to the cop as she hopped off of the top of the picnic table, shaking the officer's hand politely before walking into the office to find her mother staring out of the blinds, "Hey Ma, I'm gonna go visit Abel and bring some flowers to Tristen Oswald, care to join me?"

Her mother put her hands on her hips contemplating, before she nodded grabbing her purse and the keys to her Porsche before both mother and daughter stepped out of the office. Gemma watched as he daughter gave her husband a hug and told him where they were going since Happy was done with his statement as well. Putting her own purse on the passenger floor of the car in between her heeled boots, she put on her seat belt over her black tank top and put her hands on the lap of her skinny jeans before looking at her mother with nod.

"-I can't imagine what you and Karen are going through.." Janelle and her mother turned the corner just to see Hale step to Oswald to tell her quietly, "But anger will cloud judgement.. and it makes us do things we end up regretting.. Things that we can never take back.." Janelle nodded to her mother, who glared at Hale and walked to Abel's room just as Oswald responded.

"The only thing that I can never take back?" Elliot Oswald murmured flatly, "Is what happened to that little girl." He stared down Hale and made a move to open the door when Janelle struck.

"Mr. Oswald." Janelle walked forward with a vase full of baby pink roses, smiling bright with no motive at all.. for now at least. Even though it would help to find out who did this horrible thing to that beautiful little girl, "I am sorry to bother you, these are for Tristen.." She handed them over with a sad look in her tired eyes and moved away when he accepted them with a grateful nod before opening up the door.

A hand touched the top of her shoulder, making Janelle spin faster than Hale thought possible and stare at him hard, "I am sorry for startling you..You don't look like you've gotten much sleep Ms. Lowman.. you are the one that found her, yes?"

Janelle sighed irritated before nodding, "Yes, I did and no I haven't gotten much sleep." He went to open his mouth to ask her a string of questions but was cut off by her patience wearing thin, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Hale, but if you don't mind I would like to go see my nephew. I answered all the appropriate questions in my statement that one of your officers took before I came here. You have a nice day."

He watched as she walked down the hallway, hand on her forehead as her head shook before she forced straightened up. Loosing sleep over this tragedy that didn't effect her own family, bringing flowers to the hurt girl she found, the irritation of speaking about this sensitive subject out in the open?

Maybe one of people belonging to SAMCRO actually does have a heart...