The Life of a Biker's Daughter

Her First Mistake

The pads of my fingertips type quickly against the keyboard of the Teller-Morrow office computer.  I have seen more cars come in and out of this place today than I ever had before. Person after person have come into my office complaining of something that needed to be fixed, and they wanted it done today.  It didn't really bother me that things were busy here.  It's distracted me from everything else going on.  Lord knows I could use a break from the drama in my life right now.

Being deep in concentration, I barely noticed Gemma walking into the office.  The clicking of her black heeled boots makes me glance at the clock.  Had the day already blown by that fast?  When I see that it is lunch time I give Gemma a curious look.  Gemma doesn't normally come in until after lunch.

"Your turn today, sweetheart."  Gemma sets her large, black leather bag down next to the desk with an exhausted sigh. Casually she pulls up a chair to the other side of the desk and starts looking over receipts for the day.

"My turn?  My turn for what?" I lean back in my chair, my one eyebrow cocked.  We haven't been doing anything lately that would cause for taking turns.

"I just need you to stop by and check on the pregnant junkie today," Gemma speaks like what she says is normal, she speaks as if Wendy and I are friends.

I scoff at the fact that she thinks I would go anywhere near Jax's house. Not that it should be called that considering he hasn't gone home since Wendy was served the divorce papers.  

Not taking her seriously, I roll over to the cabinets, opening the lowest one where I keep my personal belongings.  "You can't hit a pregnant person, meaning it's probably best I stay here.  My track record with her isn't too good."

Reaching for my phone, I see a missed call from Donna and a text from Jax.  Donna calls me most days on her lunch break just to chat, and when I can we talk about whatever is going on with the kids that day, if not she send me their itineraries via text.  However, Jax texting me is a new thing.  Normally we only talk in person.

Jax: I left money on the counter for food. Would you mind helping my mom out today?

Jax has taken up residence on my couch almost every night for the last month. At first, I told myself I wouldn't let him stay more than a week.  He needed to face his pregnant wife, whom he will most likely be stuck with for the next eighteen years.  But, a week passed and I just couldn't kick him out.  There aren't any cons to having him live with me.  Jax pays for groceries when I need them, he keeps the room clean, and I feel happier with him around.  Not to mention, Jason has been keeping his distance from me with Jax being around more often.

I don't do things I don't want to do.  So, tell me why I am considering checking up on that pregnant bitch for him?  I am positive the raging mood swings, from her being a temporary incubator for a child, won't make her any nicer.  I roll my eyes at myself knowing that Gemma probably asked Jax to convince me to help, because that would mean he wouldn't have to go over and face her himself.  Since Jax has helped to postpone me putting up with my present issue, Jason, then I guess I can let him have another day where he doesn't have to deal with Wendy.

"Let's make a deal, Gem.  I will go if you come with me and pay for lunch."  Going to see Wendy alone isn't going to happen.  One of the guys would be forced to go with me if Gemma said no.

"I have gone every day for a month!  It's time to take your turn."

"Why do I have to take a turn?"

"Because you are letting Jax shack up at your place.  He would be forced to go home if he had no place to go."

"Gemma, if he didn't have me he would be staying at the clubhouse.  Go ahead, tell me I am wrong."  The chair squeaks as I sit forward giving her a look, daring her to argue my point.  Her lips part like she is going to speak, but in seconds they close again, not uttering a word.  Gemma crosses her arms, knowing that I am right.