Charming (Sons Of Anarchy)

Chapter 60

Laying flat on my back, I listened and felt Jax turning and twisting, trying to get comfortable, he had been doing it since midnight. Jax could barely sleep at all last night, but even if I was worried, I slept like a baby. The pregnancy hormones I guess.

"I need to get my mind off Gemma." Jax suddenly states. "Can you try and help me think about something else? At least to help me sleep a bit?" His voice sounded tired. He was exhausted, physically and mentally.

"Like what?" I say barely there myself. I was too busy thinking of other things, day dreaming. But also thinking of Cheek and also Tara, who I wanted to stay well away from, I didn't want to have anything to do with either. All I knew was we needed to kill off Cheek and I needed to watch Tara like a hawk, she couldn't be trusted, not around me, especially not around Jax.

"I don't know! Just something!" Jax hisses, frustrated.

Taking a breath, I tried to allow his raised voice to slide by, especially not trying to take it to heart. But with being so hormonal these days, it was almost impossible not to cry over minor things. It was like being on your time of the month, but much more emotional.

"What do you wanna call your son?" I open my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the lighting from outside. Now that was a good enough question, something that would definitely take his mind off of his mother.

"Son?" Jax looked down at me with a tired smile.

"That's what you and Gemma keep believing. So go on, what would you call him?" I curiously ask.

"I don't know." He sighs, staring up at the ceiling, smiling. "Thomas comes to mind though, my baby brother who died at a young age was named Thomas." He answers, his face blank as the smile faded, obviously thinking about the death of his brother. That would have been one of the worst things to experience. The death of a sibling.

"Thomas is nice, I like Thomas." I openly admit with a smile. "What about if it's a baby girl?" I place my hand into my pregnant stomach, I was excited I was going to have a baby, but I was scared also.

"For a girl?" Jax pauses. "What about Sara? I kind of like the name. It's a pretty name for our beautiful daughter." He turns onto his side, lovingly smiling at me.

"That's different, but I agree, it still nice." I nod, I hadn't really thought about names, I was too busy thinking about when Cheek would strike again.

"Well what about you? What would you call our baby if it's a boy?" He strokes my cheek, causing me to sigh at his touch.

"What about Billy? It can be short for William?" I smile. I thought Billy was a cute name, plus with Jax's charm which will definitely pass on onto our son and also the mischief, we would have to have him on a leash. Thus why Billy came to mind. Billy the kid.

"You're just saying that because of the movie Young Guns." He sheepishly grins, giving me a soft nudge.

"No I'm not, I like the name." I cross my arms over my chest.

"Well fine, then what if we had a daughter? What would you wanna call her?"

"Sandy, short for Sandra. It's a name I fell in love with when I was younger, I always talked about having a daughter called Sandy, it's a name I wished I had instead of Ethel." I couldn't help but grin, Sandy was definitely a beautiful name for me and if we were having a little girl, I would want her to be named Sandy. But I guess Sara could be negotiable.

"Babe, you're perfect just the way you are, appearance, personality and name and all." Jax snuggled closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder. "You're the woman I love, you're more than perfect to me." He whispers into my ear before pressing his lips against my neck.

Waking up later to a phone ringing, Jax startled awake, almost falling off of the bed when he went to grab his phone from the bedside.

"Hello?" He asks tiredly, he had managed to sleep after our talk about what we should call our baby. I knew I could get him thinking about something else, but it was quite difficult since he was in a foul mood earlier.

"What? I'll be right there." Jax shuts his flip phone and sat there for a moment longer before he removed himself from bed.

"Who was that?" I curiously ask, hoping it had something to do with Gemma.

"Clay, said Gemma is in a stable condition, and is allowed visitors now." He replies, ripping on a pair of jeans.

"That's great!" I exclaim, too getting out of bed and getting ready alongside Jax, although I was a bit slower.

By the time Jax and I had gotten to the hospital, Clay was sat by Gemma's side on the bed, by the looks she was still asleep.

Jax approached Clay whilst I took a few steps closer to Gemma. Her face was pretty beaten and swollen, she was hooked up to a machine or two, but other then that she looked in one piece, which was what brought a small smile to my face and a sigh of relief to escape my lips. Gemma was a strong woman, she wouldn't go down without a fight. That's what I loved about her, she was a rock, she was tough but a brilliant mother to Jax and was also like a mother to me.

"Doc said she might come to in the next couple of hours, it's the drugs now wearing off." Clay says aloud, catching my attention also. Taking a seat on the opposite side of Gemma, I watched her closely. I wanted to strangle whoever had done this to her, I was angered enough to kill. But my suspicions kept lingering back to Cheek, he was stupid enough to do this, he had been doing it now for months, the attacks gradually becoming increasingly worse.

"I'm off for some coffee, would you like any?" Clay questions, leaning over Gemma's body, laying a kiss on her forehead before he struts towards the door.

"No thanks Clay." I smile gratefully. Coffee was bloody disgusting, it was foul and so was tea. If I wanted to purposely get myself sick, I could easily have a mouthful of coffee. That would make me spew my guts up.

"Yeah, strong for me." Jax exaggerates.

Clay nodded before closing the door behind him, leaving Jax and myself alone with an unconscious Gemma.

"I'm just glad she's okay." I breathe, killing the silence that had crept into the room.

"Yeah me too, she's a strong bloody bitch that's for sure." Jax chuckled, slumping down onto the chair and letting out a much needed sigh.

"Strong enough to kick your ass back into line." Gemma's voice croaked, she sounded weak, but was well enough to be herself. My lips peaked into a grin as I gaped down at Gemma, her eyes slowly fluttered open, instantly looking at me, a weak smile appearing on her own face.

"Gemma!" I yelp in excitement.

"Mom?" Jax smirked removing himself from his chair as Gemma slowly rolled onto her back, a pained expression crossing her face as she did so. I was more then relieved to know she was awake, breathing and talking. If she wasn't, if she wasn't a fighter, I wouldn't know how I'd be. I loved Gemma like a mum, she was a second mother to me.

"Hey baby." Gemma smiles up at her son before Jax lent down and embraced her into a tight hug. Something I sensed he had been wanting to do for many hours on end. His mother was everything to him, she raised him, with the help of Clay and his biological father, but she was always there, even when his father wasn't. She was sure as hell, one tough mum.

Pushing myself up from the chair,
I waited a moment before I leaned down and brought Gemma in for a gentle hug.

"Don't ever worry us again like that." I sternly whisper, pulling away and making eye contact, which only caused Gemma to laugh aloud.

"Okay sweetheart, but I can't promise you anything." She beamed, she looked more then pleased to be conscious again, to be around Jax and myself. But most of all, she looked happy to be alive.