Part 54

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Turning up to Gemma's house, the kitchen was fuller with people than usual with Jax sitting next to Abel and Wendy sitting opposite while she feeds Thomas some food. Greeting everyone, I placed myself at the empty chair at the table before Gemma had placed a plate of food in front of me.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked Jax before making a start on the food

"I stayed the night. Didn't fancy staying at home alone last night" Jax explained leaving me to nod.

Making my way through the food in front of me, the chatter flowed through the kitchen area which I noticed that Abel still wasn't feeling himself and that also didn't go unnoticed by anyone else which Jax suggested that we all head to up the cabin later on in the day which Abel didn't seem to happy about missing school causing him to make it clear before heading into his room.

Hours after Jax had left, we headed over to the cabin like Jax had ordered in which we noticed that the club was hovering around the cabin not looking too happy and I knew from spotting the looks on their faces that something must have happened since Jax left Gemma's house this morning. Placing myself next to Tig on the couch with everyone else shattering on the other available seats in the room, we watched Jax order Quinn and Montez to take the boys into their rooms which they didn't hesitate to do so.

"What's going on?" Gemma questioned

"Bobby's dead. It was August Marks. Retaliation for us going after the Chinese" Jax stated leaving an exchange of shocked looks to be shared

With the silence beginning to linger, Gemma just got up and left to head into the kitchen with Nero trailing after her which I just sat trying to comprehend what Jax had just informed us.

"God, does it ever end Jax?" Wendy asked, also removing herself from the couch

"It already has" Jax answered causing Wendy to leave the room also before joining the boys in their room.

"This isn't your fault, Jax. I'm sure you did the best you could do." I stated before getting up to place a kiss on the top of his head.

After hearing the news about Bobby's death, I decided to head home due to not being able to take the atmosphere that lingered around the cabin any longer. Driving my car, I couldn't seem to hold the tears any longer which I knew wouldn't stop coming due to me having known Bobby since I was little. Waiting at the traffic lights for them to turn green with tears straining my face, I'd ended up feeling a sharp pain in my side causing me to groan loudly before my water ended up breaking.

"Shit" I mumbled

Changing my route, I headed over to Saint Thomas as quick and best as I could regardless of the pains I was receiving which I had successfully managed to do without driving into someone else. Heading up to the entrance of the hospital, I dialled Happy a few times to let him know of the situation I was in which it had gone straight to voice mail.

By the time I had went into the reception, I was seen by a nurse straight away before getting taken to a room to give birth which by the time I had laid down on the bed in the room, I had rang Happy a few more times and left him some voice messages as well texts which continued to go unanswered.

5 hours later...

After a long amount of time trying to push the baby out, Rosie Lowman was finally brought into the world which brought me this sense of love and happiness that I had never felt before. Rosie had stayed in my arms for a while before she had began to sleep in the temporary mosses basket places next to my bed.

I was still at the hospital due to the nurses wanting to keep me in over night as she had came two weeks early which I didn't mind. Other than that, I still hadn't heard from Happy at all and I had tried ringing him again about an hour or two after I had given birth but not to my surprise, still no answer.

I was pissed that he wasn't here to help with the delivery of our child or at all for that matter but I figured that he must have been out on club business and that's why he hasn't returned any of the calls and texts, let alone be here.

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