Bumper Cars [EDITING]

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- Henley POV -

We got to the hospital in what felt like a minute.

Before I could even think, Jax had taken off my helmet and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me behind him.

I had to basically run to keep up with his super long strides and his fast walking.

I could see from the look on his face that he was a mix between scared and pissed. I didn't even want to voice that I wasn't sure I was completely comfortable being here.

Honestly, I was thinking about giving us another chance, but...

A huge part of me, was not entirely sure.

We got to Gemma, and he asked her what was going on.

"I don't know. I got there and... She had overdosed. They haven't told me anything yet. I found this at the house", she said, handing a pack of matches from a bar to Clay.

Then the doctor came out.

"Are you Mr. Teller ?", he asked Jax.

Jax nodded and the doctor went on, "Miss Case overdosed on smack. We have her sedated for now, you may see her."

"The baby ?", Gemma spoke up.

"We had to have an emergency c-section. The baby has a gastrointestinal tear and a heart defect. The tear seems to be from the drugs, but the heart defect is...", the doctor began.

"The family flaw...", Gemma finished.

"So... ?", Jax asked.

"Either one usually wouldn't be a problem, but the two together...", the doctor continued.

The look on Jax's face made me want to grab him and kiss him and tell him everything will be alright.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"If he stabilizes we will try to fix his heart first, then his stomach", the doctor said.

"If...", Gemma asked.

"We give him a 20% chance, and I'm afraid that's being optimistic", doctor began, "You can see him, now, if you would like."

"No. Ma, go with him", he said, angrily.

I wanted to stay with Gemma, or go back to the clubhouse, or do anything, but go with Jax. I know how he is when he's pissed.

I tried to pull away.

He wouldn't let go of my hand, "I need you, Hen", he said, pulling me along.

I went with him.

"Back him up !", Clay yelled to Bobby and Chibs, who followed behind us.

We pulled up to some bar.

When we got in Jax punched some guy.

"You sold crank to my pregnant ex-wife ?!?", he yelled.

He was punching and kicking the guy, now.

"Hey, hey don't get any ideas", Bobby said, pulling me behind him and Chibs, who just pulled their guns out.

That's what I miss about the club, I miss how protective everyone is. I know it's dangerous, but when they consider you family, they'd kill or die for you. I really miss having people who care about me that much around me.

"Jackie boy, let's go", Chibs yelled.

Jax grabbed a pool stick and brought it down, hard, in this guy's groin. He left it in there, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to his bike.

I was in shock. I mean, I've seen Jax kick some guy's ass before, but this. This time, he was seething.

When we pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse, I was confused.

"We aren't going back to the hospital, Jackson ?", I asked.

"No. I got some shit to do. You can go, Gemma's still there", he said.

I didn't want to go without him.

I decided that I shouldn't go and see Jax's kid without him, so I went to his house, to clean or whatever.

I pulled into his driveway, I realized that I don't even have a key, so I checked to see of it was unlocked. Thankfully, it was.

I went in and it was a complete fucking mess.

As someone with a mild form of OCD, I can't stand messes. There was shit everywhere. Cups, old food, papers, clothes. It was disgusting.

'Damn, she's a fucking slob', I thought to myself.

I went into the kitchen to see if there was a garbages bag, and I found them under the sink. I started by picking up all of the shit on the floor and couch and tables.

After about about an hour, I had everything picked up. Now, I was starting on the kitchen, wiping down the counters and filling up the sink to do the dishes.

Then Jax walked in.

"Hen ? You here ?", he called out.

"Yeah, kitchen", I responded.

"You don't have to do that", he said.

"Well I did. You know if I see a mess, I've got to clean it", I said, not looking at him.

"Well, it's my mess. I can clean it, just stop cleaning, Hen !", he yelled.

I turned around to look at him.

"Did you go see him, Jackson ?", I asked.

"No. I just, I can't see him like that, Hen.", he half-whispered.

"You are his dad, Jax", I replied.

"For how long ? A day ? A week ?", he yelled.

"You Tellers don't die easy, Jackson. You and your ma have the same heart thing as that little boy, and you guys are still around, annoying the shit out of everyone. Your old man got hit by a semi and dragged 100 some odd feet and still lived for two more days after that. You assholes don't die easy", I said.

"Yeah, we just die bloody", he joked.

"Exactly, Jackson", I said.

We laughed.

"You don't have to clean. I can do it", he said, handing me a cigarette.

I lit it.

"I want to help you, Jackson", I replied.

"Come here, Hen", he said.

I walked over to him and sat on his lap.

He kissed me.

"I love you, Jackson. I always will", I said, kissing him back.

I straddled him on the chair.

"I love you too, Henley", he replied, "Always have."