Fall From Grace

Chapter Eleven

Nine months later.

Gracie

I look down at my son in wonder. He's swaddled in blue with a Sons of Anarchy boggin cap covering a headful of dark blond hair. "He's beautiful baby." Opie whispers, kissing the top of my head as I cradle Harry Winston Jr. in my arms. "It doesn't even look like I was there when we made him." I whisper as Opie laughs and leans down to kiss my lips.

Our son is his father's double - from his dark hair to his strong jaw and when Harry opens his eyes they are a dark dark blue. I wipe at my tears as Gemma knocks on the hospital door and steps inside with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asks quickly looking between me and Opie. Opie laughs and shakes his head - walking back to the window as I hand the baby to Gemma gently and try to calm my hormones. "Oh, baby. He's perfect."

"He looks just like Opie!" I cry and the tears start again. "She says that like it's a bad thing." Opie mutters with a laugh and my tears turn into rage. Ugh, you would think once the pregnancy was over the psychotic mood swings would go too but in my defense Harry's barely a day old. If anything could have broke our bond it was six solid months of unexpected mood swings but Opie was calm and patient with me and it just made me love him more everyday. I promised to give him at least a solid year before our next baby to which he refused.

"Look, baby - he has your sweet smile." Gemma assures me - bending to show me the smile across my son's face. "You really think so?" I ask her quietly and then burst into tears again. Clay and Jax tap on the open door then stop in their tracks as they face the blubbering mess in the hospital bed, eyes going wide as Opie assures them everything's fine. "Aw, Gracie. He's adorable. He looks just like Ope." Jax says kindly and I actually scream.

"Okay! Mama needs some rest. You boys go take a walk... bring back non-hospital food and flowers. All of you." Gemma orders as Opie kisses me again and follows my dad and step-brother out of the hospital room quickly. I ignore the thank you he whispers to Gemma as he leaves. "I'm going to sit right here and rock this sweet baby while you rest." She goes on, pressing the call button for the nurse who comes in quickly.

"Gracie needs something to help her rest. She's... wound a little tight." The nurse nods and turns to me with a kind smile. "Feeling okay, Mrs. Winston?" I nod, feeling anything but okay. "It doesn't even look like I had anything to do with making my baby." I mutter, laying my head back on the pillow as she presses a few buttons on the machines beside me. "Oh, honey. They all look like their daddies when they first come out. Especially the boys. You just give him a few days and it'll be like looking in a mirror."

I force a smile as I watch Gemma sit beside my bed and begin to rock Harry gently and in an other minute whatever the nice nurse added to my IV kicks in and sleep pulls me out of my despair.

X

I open my eyes slowly blinking as they adjust to the dark hospital room. Opie is sitting in the chair beside my bed rocking his twin and Gemma is long gone. My heart twist in my chest at the sight of him holding our son, his head bent close to Harry's and the smile on his face melts away all of the hostility I felt earlier. The happiness radiating off of him brings on my own smile as I reach my hand out to place on his arm.

I watch as he turns his attention to me slowly, his smile never wavering as our eyes meet in the dark. "I love you baby." I whisper softly, searching his handsome face. His long hair is pulled back in a bun - dark eyes watching me carefully and I don't know how I could have ever been angry that our son is his double. His rugged good looks nearly take my breath away.  "I love you, Gracie."

"I'm sorry about earlier...hopefully everything will go back to normal soon and I'll stop being a psycho."

Opie never loses his smile. "You're nothing less than perfect. Here." He stands slowly and leans over the bed, handing Harry to me gently. "He's so beautiful, Ope."