To Tame A Son (Sons of Anarchy fan fiction)

Chapter 18 (Tig and Alice POV)

(Tig POV)

I took Alice home like she asked. She was pale and shaking, rubbing her arms. I stole tiny looks at her as I drove. As we pulled into the driveway, I turned to her. "Alice, are you alright?"

"I don't feel well. I told you that." She unhooked her seat belt.

"Are you sure you're alright to be alone? You are awfully pale." I reached out and caressed her cheek.

She pulled away slightly. "I will be just fine. Go back to your party, hon. I just need to take a hot bath and lay down for awhile." She turned and looked at me. "I'm sorry. I'm just stressed and not feeling well."

"Alright, well... if you're sure you'll be ok..." I gave in.

"I'll be fine. Just remember to get Mak home on time. If you want to go back, that's fine. I just want her to be to bed before ten thirty." She gave me a small smile. "I love you, Alex."

"I love you, too," I grinned. I gave her a kiss and watched her go into the house. Still feeling somewhat awkward about the whole thing, I backed out of the driveway and headed back to the clubhouse.

Walking back in and getting a drink, I joined the guys. "Did I miss anything?"

"Everything alright, Tig?" Bobby asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yea, she's just tired and not feeling too well. No worries" I took a swig of my beer.

"If you guys need anything, let us know." The guys all murmured in agreement.

I turned to watch Mak playing for a minute when I saw Gemma in a heated discussion with Tara behind them. I hit Jax in the arm and pointed. "Looks like you may have some trouble brewing. I'm sorry, man."

Gemma turned and looked our way before saying something final to Tara and walking away. Tara turned and looked at Jax. She looked betrayed and hurt before storming off. Jax cursed under his breath and went to follow Tara.

The guys and I all followed Jax outside. Gemma stood inside the door to the shop office and Jax stood in the yard, watching Tara's Cutlass drive out of the lot. Jax turned at looked at his mother, and I did, too. I walked up to Jax when Gemma looked at me with a look like an all-knowing oracle.

I turned back to Jax. "What's going on?"

His face was grim and he seemed to struggle with what he was going to say. "My mom told Tara..." He looked away for a moment before looking me in the eye. "My mom told Tara about me messing around with Alice."

His words felt like a kick to the stomach. My mind could barely grasp what he had said. "What?"

"Alice and I fucked around! I'm sorry!" He looked as a loss for words.

"You did what?" I asked softly. I lunged at him, fists swinging. "YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?! HOW COULD YOU FUCK MY GIRL?!" The guys all swarmed in to break us up as I yelled, "IS THAT BABY EVEN MINE?!"

We were pulled apart and we stared at each other, breathing heavily. Finally, Jax said, "Look, I know we messed up. I'm sorry."

"Is that baby even mine?" I repeated.

"Fifty-fifty chance." He gave me another grim look.

"Where did Tara go?"

He swallowed hard. "To see Alice."

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(Alice POV)

I was enjoying my warm bath, trying to think of a way out of all of this mess, when someone burst into the bathroom. Sitting up, heart hammering in my chest, I faced down the intruder. I was surprised to see Tara staring at me, stone-faced.

We stared at each other for a few moments before she almost whispered, "What did you do with my husband?"

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

"Gemma told me you were messing with my husband. Is this true?" She took a step closer to the bathtub.

I closed my eyes for a moment and looked back up at her. "I'm sorry. Yes."

"Is that his baby?" She took another step towards the tub.

I didn't know what to say. She was getting closer and closer, and I was afraid for my life. I just looked up at her, hoping that there wouldn't be a physical confrontation.

She lunged at me, putting her face into mine. "I said, 'Is that his baby'?"

"I don't know." I swallowed hard.

She started hitting me, and I covered my face as she screamed, "WHY WERE YOU FUCKING WITH MY HUSBAND?! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HIM! HOW COULD YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

Suddenly, Tara was pulled off of me, fists still flying. Tig pushed her away towards the door. "Back off, Tara. Go home and fight your husband about it."

She gave me one last hard look and left, slamming the door behind her.

Tig turned slowly and looked at me. After awhile, he finally said, "So this is why you weren't mad at me for messing around with Gemma, huh."

All I could do was nod.

"Is it true? Is it true that your baby... may not be mine?" He looked to be struggling with tears.

Seeing him hurting made my own tears fall. I nodded again. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"So, uh..." He cleared his throat. "So, what's your plan?"

"I figured on having a paternity test done once the baby is born." I choked up. "I'm so, so sorry, Alex!"

He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, too. I, uh, I think I need to take a few days away. May do us good."

All I could do was nod once more.

"Alright. Mak is in her crib. You should, uh, probably go get her ready for bed. I'll check in with you in a few days." He turned and walked out of the room, and moments later, the front door closed as well.

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A week passed before I heard from Tig. He said that there was some club business that he was doing, and it took longer than he had planned. He told me he was going to come around in a day or so to talk about things. I agreed, and he hung up the phone.

He came over two days later and stayed for dinner. He took some of his stuff with him, saying he wasn't ready to move back in yet. Once again, he said he would call me in a day or so, pecked me on the cheek, and left.

We kept this routine for three and a half months. By that time, I was almost into the middle of my third trimester. Tig paid for my bills, and I pretty much never left the house. I was depressed. I decided one day that I was going to visit Tig at the shop.

Arriving, I parked the truck and got out. The shop doors were open, and I could see Tig and some of the other guys working on various cars. For the first time in a few days, I finally felt happy.

Tig had turned towards me when he heard the truck door shut. I was about to call out to him when I heard tires squealing and the sounds of gunshots. I turned towards the road, just in time for bullets to hit all around me. A bullet hit me in each shoulder, and all I could hear was the sound of Tig screaming as I fell to the ground.