Hug of a Werewolf; A Werewolf Romance

Chapter 7

August 10th, 2020; 9:30 a.m.

-----The next day... -----

Early in the morning, Jax went outside to start chopping firewood for The Becketts Coal and fire. Once Gemma woke up she went outside to help Jax with the work. When she got out there he was done chopping wood, so that meant it was time to load all the wood into the truck and take it into town to drop off at the workshop.

"Good morning world.", Gemma said as she started to walk over to Jax to get some wood.

"Good morning to you, too silly!", Jax said with a grin.

"Hi, babe!", Gemma said as she sticks out her tongue as she starts to pick up wood and carry it over to the flatbed of the large truck.

"I am strong, stronger than you!", said Gemma with a tease.

"What makes you think that?", asks Jax, placing his stack in the flatbed and lifting Gemma into the bed of the truck to arrange the wood.  

"Well, simply because I am carrying 3 pieces of wood and you have only had 2," exclaimed Gemma, trying on her timberland boots laces, with a smug smirk on her face.

"You want to bet...", says Jax as he lends her a hand, as she hops into the truck bed.

"Why not?!", replied Gemma with a sly look.

"Alright you asked for it!", says Jax as he drops the wood trots over to Gemma, takes the wood from her, and pinned her down.

"Well you sure about that?", Jax whispered in her ear.

Gemma flinches.....  

"Why did you flinch?", said Jax.

"Because, your breath keeps tickling my neck", says Gemma giggling.

"Oh really..... says Jax as he grabs her cheek and holds it as he kisses her softly.

"Ow Jax seriously. Stop!", says Gemma.

"Baby? Did I do something?... ", asks Jax as he hops up next to her on the truck bed. 

"No, You didn't, I was just messing with you although my cramps are killing me. Ouch! Jax help!", said Gemma screaming in pain hunched over the side of the truck bed.

"Babe are you alright?", says Jax as he lifts her down from the truck bed and gently carries her inside.

Meanwhile, a little later -

"Babe! Are you okay?", asked a concerned Jax who was knocking on the outside of a closed and locked bathroom door.

"I'm fine babe, I just don't feel well.", replies Gemma. 

"Do you want me to get you anything? Water or the heating pad?", asks Jax, trying his best to help Gemma who wouldn't let him in.

There's no reply...

"Babe, please let me help you!", begs Jax as he slides down the other side of the door.

2 minutes later, Gemma weakly opens the door as she is hunched over on the bathroom floor.

"Babe?", Asks Gemma.

"Yes, silly?", replies Jax would have just finished tying Gemma's long, curly, brown hair back into a ponytail.

"Why is this happening?", asks Gemma weakly, as she tries to stand.

"Hey, hey, hey... sit back down. Do you want me to call my Mom? I mean she is a nurse after all.", suggests Jax who's just trying to help Gemma.