The Pull | Jax Teller

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"You are a slobbering mess, you know that?" Delilah said to a smiling and giggling Abel, who had her hands in a tight grasp, as he stood up on his own.

Rosie watched the scene from the couch in living room, "Jax said he was teething."

Delilah looked over at Rosie. She was glad her friend was over. It seemed that the two of them had been slowly drifting apart. She missed her friend and was scared that Rosie may have felt she was replacing her. "When did you two talk?"

"I was at TM the other day."

"You and Juice doing okay?" Delilah questioned. Jax had mentioned in brief passing that Rosie had been showing her worth as an old lady in helping the club. It seemed before Juice had been reluctant to involve her in many things. She hoped this was a signal for the two becoming more serious.

"We're great actually," Rosie said with a bright smile.

Delilah was happy for her friend. She looked back at her son and smiled. "He is teething, and he is giving us the Jackson Nathaniel Teller attitude. Although you missed it when Abel dropped a slob ball on his daddy. Jax's face was priceless. The funniest thing was when Jax decided to change Abel in his kutte and Abel thought it would be funny to trick his daddy thinking he was done peeing, but man did his dad get a surprise."

"Shit you should have recorded that," Rosie managed to say after a fit of laughter.

"Well it wasn't one of his finest moments," Delilah told her smiling at Abel, who was now planting sloppy wet kisses on her face. Delilah stood up swooping Abel, who let out a big laugh and walked over to her best friend, "Here he can slobber all over you now."

Rosie gladly accepted Abel. "You and Jax did make a beautiful baby,"

"You know you're basically calling Jax beautiful because Abel looks nothing like me." Delilah pointed out as she looked at her son. He kept looking more and more like Jax. Heck, she even thought Abel was going to inherit Jax's exact shade of blonde.

"Abel has probably inherited your smarts," Rosie said soothingly as if she could feel her distress.

"Oh god, I hope so," Delilah muttered.

"So should I expect a niece or nephew soon?"

"Excuse me? I am happily content with my only son for now." Delilah told her friend. Right now, her focus was solely on Abel and getting Cara Cara back up to success. More babies were not on her brain or her game plan. She suspected Jax wanted more kids and had expressed it in little ways, but Abel was one happy surprise that she could only see herself with at the moment.

Rosie looked at her knowingly. "Del, I know there is a litter of hickeys under that shirt. You and Jax fuck like bunnies and you have this look in your eye that I know as soon as Abel begins talking and walking you're going to want another baby."

"You know me so well." Delilah mocked. "So is Gemma going to be alright?"

Rosie kept her focus on Abel as she swallowed the lump in her throat. It had been easy keeping the lie. She barely went to the clubhouse with work as an excuse. Juice didn't seem to pry into what had Gemma being different these days.

However, Rosie's mind went into overdrive once Juice told her about Isla. He expressed that some new player in Charming son had attacked Isla. Rosie feared that it could connect to Gemma's attack.

"I think she may have a slight case of PTSD," Rosie explained. "I mean, I'm not a doctor, but she may have just got a mortal jolt."

Delilah nodded her head and didn't press any further.