To Tame A Son (Sons of Anarchy fan fiction)

Chapter 16 (Alice POV)

Mak was asleep when we got home, so I laid her in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor, I took the other part with me and hopped in the shower.

I felt filthy. I was a cheater. I cheated on the guy I loved with a married man. Who was I becoming? Was the club changing me, or was my new-found freedom to blame? All I knew was I had just made a horrible situation more complicated.

I got out of the shower and got dressed. I sat down in a dining room chair. Pulling out my cell, I called the bar. "Hey, would you let the boss know I quit? Alright, thanks. I'll stop by the bar in a few days to get my last paycheck." I closed my phone.

After a few more minutes of silent thought, I got up and started making dinner. I needed to plan my next move. Did I dare tell Tig? Or should I pretend it never happened?

"Hey, Alice."

Startled, I jumped and turned.

Tig was leaning against the counter, looking at me. "Didn't mean to scare you. Everything alright?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah, just thinking about everything that's gone on lately. Guess I didn't hear you come in." I gave him a small smile.

"Oh, I see. About these last few weeks... I'm sorry. I never really helped you adjust to this life very well. I promise to do better. And I will try to keep you and Mak separate from all of that."

"Thank you for that," I said quietly. "Just so you know, I quit the bar. It wasn't a good place to be."

He walked up and stood next to me. "As long as you're happy."

A strange smell hit my nose. Confused, I tried to figure out where I'd smelled it before. It was perfume. Looking up at him, I asked softly, "Who's perfume is that, Alex?"

He gulped and looked at me for awhile. "I'm sorry, Alice. I didn't mean for anything to happen."

"Who's perfume is it?" I asked again, sure I already knew the answer.

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes, it really matters!" He looked away and wouldn't answer, so I asked, "It was Gemma, wasn't it?"

"I messed up, Alice. I'm sorry." He scratched his head, ashamed.

I knew it was revenge. 'But how do I handle this?' I wondered. "Forget about it," I finally said. I turned back to cooking.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. "You aren't mad?"

"Of course I'm mad. But someone once told me that it's part of club life. Sex and love are separate." I turned to look at him. "Is it correct?"

"I guess so," he finally said.

"Good. Go get showered. The food will be done when you get out."

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Two weeks went by, and things were much better. I decided against getting another job, and I was back to staying home with Mak. One morning, I was getting Mak's breakfast ready when my stomach started to churn. I ran for the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time to vomit. Wondering if there was something wrong with the take out from the night before, I vomited again.

By the afternoon, I had thrown up almost a dozen times and I was worried. Wracking my brain, I tried to remember if I had been around anyone recently who had been sick when it dawned on me; I could be pregnant. By Tig OR by Jax! I grabbed Mak and quickly hurried to the pharmacy.

Twenty minutes later, Mak was happily playing in her playpen and I was in the bathroom, staring at the box of pregnancy tests. Taking a deep breath, I got the tests ready and took them.

I set the two tests on the counter and sat there, staring, for the whole ten minutes it took for them to read the results. Cautiously, I stood up and looked at them.

Positive. Both positive.

Trying to calm myself, I needed to think of what to do. I decided to call Jax.

"Hey, Alice," he answered, somewhat stiffly.

"I need you to come over. Now."

"Decided on having a round two?" he asked, huskily.

"Shut up! This is serious!" I was close to tears.

"Alright, give me ten minutes and I'll be over." He hung up.

By the time Jax arrived, Mak was asleep in her playpen and I was near hysterics. I led him to the bedroom, so we didn't wake Mak. I sat on the bed, staring into nothing.

"Alice, what's going on? You're scaring me." Jax got down on his knees in front of me.

"Did you or did you not use a condom?" I whispered, looking up to his eyes.

His face went white. "No, I didn't," he finally admitted quietly.

I closed my eyes and a tear escaped, rolling down my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I'm pregnant, Jax," I finally said.

He ran his hands down his face and looked away. "Is it mine, you think?" he finally asked.

"Fifty-fifty chance," I said.

He pulled at his goatee. "Ok," he finally said. "Act like it's his. After it's born, we can do a secret paternity test. Alright?" When I nodded, he sat next to me on the bed and wrapped me in a hug. "We'll figure it out. If it's mine... I'll be here. Somehow."

I hugged him back, crying. "We really fucked up."

He pulled away to look me in the eyes. "It'll be ok," he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead. Back to looking me in the eyes, he added, "I promise."

I nodded and looked up at him. Before I knew it, my lips were on his. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He was all over me, kissing my tears away as he pulled my shirt off. He unhooked my bra and I pushed his cut off of his shoulders. I pulled my shorts down as he unbuttoned his and let them fall.

He slid on top of me. Carefully, he slipped inside of me and gently made small thrusts. He showered me with kisses and held on to me as we both came.

We laid there for awhile in silence. Hearing Mak cry, we both got up and got dressed. I grabbed Mak as he headed for the door.

"I mean it, Alice. I will make sure everything will be OK. Call me if you need me."

I nodded and he left the house.