Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

31. Family Part 1

As I rocked Abel too sleep once again, I hummed a song underneath my breath. He was so small and fragile and bringing him into this world was a blessing. He was a Teller - strong and had a heart of gold. He was less than two months old and I knew he was gonna be a trouble maker. He was gonna be breaking hearts soon enough. He already broke mine. 

I gently patted his back as he sucked on his bottle. "You like that, little guy?" I smiled as his eyes watched me. "Yeah, I know you do." I rocked a little bit more before I stopped and stared off into the distance. My father's house was silent and I couldn't help but think of my bed calling me. It was selfish too think about, but I was tired. "I got to tell you something little brother. Listen good, okay? Our dad, he does what he has too do in order for us to survive and no matter what, he's gonna be there for us. Don't ever think you're not loved or worshiped. You and I are gonna run this club one day and I need you to never quite on family. Never ever leave angry because you never know what's gonna happen in the next moment. I love you and I will forever protect you." 

There was more I wanted to say. I wanted to poor my heart out to this little guy but his eyes began to slowly close as I kissed his forehead. I slowly brought him closer into my arms and stealthy got up from his rocking chair. Carefully, I placed him into his bed and placed his tiny mittens onto his hands so he wouldn't scratch himself. His nails weren't cut yet and I didn't trust myself to do that quite yet.

"You're good with him." A women's voice broke through my thoughts. 

I turned around and was startled to find my fathers "soon to be ex" in the doorway. This was the very first women who broke my brothers heart and trust. She was suppose to be his mother and chose drugs instead. I was extremely mad at her but in ways, she deserved to be in his life. I wouldn't let her touch him though, not while I was here. "Wendy." I greeted sourly. This was my fathers house and technically, she was still my fathers wife. I had to show some respect even if it killed me. 

"Winnie." She smiled back hesitantly. We both stood there in a stand off with her in the doorway and me next too my brother. I didn't trust her with him, not with everything she put him through. ". . .Thanks for putting him too bed while I took a shower. . ." Her long, strawberry blonde hair cascaded in front of her in waves as it rested on her all black outfit.

"Anytime. He's my brother. I'm always gonna take care of him." I finalized as I sat back down. Looks like sleep was gonna have to wait. "You can go if you want. I can watch him until Gemma gets here."

She shook her head as she stepped into the nursery. She must have noticed how tense I was because she didn't go towards her son, she stayed put next to Abel's dresser. I guess I really was intimidating. "Its okay. I got to brush up on some reading anyways." 

"Oh? Reading what? How mothers aren't suppose to be junkies or is that not in the baby handbooks?" 

She glanced down quickly and sniffled. Yeah, I hit home pretty hard but it wasn't like she didn't deserve what she had coming. After last night, I wasn't in the mood for step mommy bonding time. "I know I've made mistakes . . .but I want you too know I'm trying to do the right thing now." 

"Little late for that don't you think? I mean, where was that attitude when you were shooting up while pregnant?" I rose an eyebrow at her as her eyes welled up with tears. Wendy caught me at a bad time. Everything that happened last night brought a new person out of me. A cold, hearted bitch. After learning my mother wanted to leave again, and Donna dying, and then my mom wanting to stake a claim on my father in front of everyone . . .it was a little too much, and now step -mommy dearest wanted to be a mother to Abel. 

I don't think so. 

This family needed someone to protect them while my father was away doing god knows what and if I had too be that person, then so be it. I would be that person through thick and thin. Abel was my brother and wherever he went, I went. Wherever my family stepped, I would step with them.