The Pull | Jax Teller

Gilead

Delilah tossed the covers back and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Abel's cries in the baby monitor were increasing to an epic proportion. She knew if Jax were here, she would have kicked him out of the bed to tend to his son.

She was still unsure how she felt about the nugget she received last night over the phone from Gemma. The boys were in jail. The whole club except Piney, Opie, Chibs, her idiotic brother, and Half-Sack. And for the life of her, she knew that this would have serious consequences.

She knew prison time was expected with this life. It's practically a requirement as an old lady to experience some sort of prison time. It didn't take her long to connect the dots that their predicament came from trying to get retribution for what happened to Chibs. She just didn't understand how they would so stupidly get arrested by showing up guns blazing at a Christian dinner. She knew Zobelle most likely took advantage of their anger, but she was confused about how Jax and Lip got mixed into the mess.

Grabbing the black robe she had hanging on the back of the door; she threw it on as she headed into Abel's room across the hall.

She found her baby boy all red in the face screaming his heart out. Sometimes when he did cry like this she worried for his small healing heart. She grabbed the binky that was lying next to his head and popped it into his eager mouth, which he greedily accepted.

"You're okay. I'm here." Delilah told him as she scooped him up and took him to the changing table to change his soggy diaper. Nearing on a year, Abel's resemblance to Jax grew stronger every day. It's weird seeing how strong the resemblance exactly was.

Jax may miss these moments. These small moments of Abel growing as he became the best parts of them due to his commitments to the club. Delilah felt foolish for thinking that death was the worst thing that could happen to them. But really it's prison. It's knowing that he was still alive, but wasn't able to be here with them. And it's all because of the choices he made and she had supported.

She knew that she would try and wait for Jax. She would, but she also needed to think about their son and what's best for him. It's times like these she realized how much love she had for her son battled with the choices she made for herself.

Settling Abel on her hip, she peeked into the guest room where she found it empty. Looking into the kitchen, she found Isla rummaging in the refrigerator still in her pajamas.

"Morning," Delilah greeted.

Isla gave her a smile as she pulled out a box of French toast sticks as Abel began to root for her breast.

Delilah designated Isla with the task of getting Abel situated while she began preheating the oven. She was at least glad her brother didn't get locked up last night. He wouldn't have to miss any more of Isla's life.

"Isla, your uncle got in trouble last night." Delilah started hesitantly as she turned over the French toast sticks and put them back into the oven.

"What kind of trouble?"

Delilah turned around and folded her arms across her chest. "They are in jail with most of the club."

"Dad?"

"He's out. I think he crashed at the clubhouse last night. He is probably figuring out how to help your uncle and Tig."

"Is it because of what happened to Chibs?" Isla inquired.

"What do you know about that?" She asked softly.

"That there was a bomb," Isla stated. "People think it has to do with the gun running."

Delilah's mouth dropped open at that. "Wh-How do you know about that?"

"I'm not an idiot." Isla retorted.