The Pull | Jax Teller

Oiled

Delilah sighed as she sagged against the exam table at St. Thomas. The night's tragic event added to her stress or more accurately trauma she had experienced in the past few days. With her adrenaline fading from her body fast, she could really feel the sting of her recently acquired gunshot wound. Delilah could admit she didn't expect a flesh wound to really hurt as it did.

But focusing on the pain was better than thinking about how Jax had almost caved a man's head against the pavement. It was a vivid reminder of how Abel's kidnapping had managed to tap into a dark part of him. She could admit it was scary. Scary seeing the man she loved become unhinged. She feared if they never find their baby Jax may turn into a man she may not be able to recognize.

She wiped the rogue tears from her eyes. She's grateful for the privacy she had now in the pale blue exam room. She didn't need to see Lip or Lyla's eyes filled with pity. She didn't particularly want the hovering. Especially now since Jax had managed to get himself locked up for his public assault against one of the shooters.

Delilah could admit that she felt lost. She's unsure of her place in all this. She's unsure of her place as a mother. She had let her son be ripped from her arms. She had let her son be taken.

And now she wished the doctor would hurry up. She wanted to go home even though it was as cold as the jail cell Jax was no doubt spending the night in.

All she had was a gunshot wound. She didn't want to even come to St. Thomas, but her brother and Lyla had insisted. Considering how emotionally exhausted she was, she didn't fight or argue.

But after stitching her up, she should have been let go. Given some antibiotics to prevent an infection and sent on her merry way. After all, there was a child that had gotten shot at the wake. But it wasn't as if she had taken a blood test and it would take a couple of days for those results to come back.

The only thing she had taken upon admission was a piss test.

A knock came at the door before the doctor stepped in.

Dread and panic filled her belly that she knew wasn't empty.

"I'm pregnant aren't I?" She stated not being able to look the man in the eyes. It took all her strength not to fall back on the table and cry. How could she be so stupid yet again? It wasn't as if she was being intentionally stupid either. With breastfeeding, she had forgone birth control and decided to keep track of her cycles until she decided on what method she wanted to use. In fact, her appointment for her birth control was next week.

Dr. Rayman with his sandy hair and a polite smile took a seat across from her. "It happens. Do you have an estimate of how far along you are?"

"I honestly don't know." She told him truthfully. But she supposed she couldn't be that far along. She barely has any symptoms and she wasn't showing.

"I know Dr. Reed was your doctor for your last pregnancy. She isn't here now, but we could do an ultrasound –"

"No," Delilah objected immediately. If they brought down a machine or transferred her then her brother and Isla would know. Everyone would know. "I'll schedule an appointment for tomorrow or later on in the week."

Rayman nodded his head and eyed her with eyes filled with sympathy. She could tell he already knew what happened with Abel. "You have options. There's still time."

By options he meant abortion. She thought she should be insulted he would tell her that considering her firstborn child had been kidnapped. However, despite her denial, his words hold truth. He was also stating unspoken questions and doubts.

Did she really want to have another child when her first one had been so easily ripped away?

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