Son of a Rambler.

Chapter 24.

My love will fly to you each night on angel wings.

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I bend down and give Abel a kiss. Tig made me go home last night to make sure the boys were okay. "Mommy okay?" Abel asks me, and I nod, reassuring him.

"Yeah, she'll be good, buddy. I'm going to go see her and then you, Thomas and Nana are going to come over later today. Okay?"

Abel nods, taking another scoop of his cereal. "Love you, Daddy."

I kiss the top of his head, "I love you too, little man. I'll see you later, okay?" and he nods, going right back to his cereal. My mom gives me a small smile and kisses my cheek.

"It'll all work out, Jackson. Don't worry." She tells me, being unaware of the fact that Al's also pregnant.

"Thanks, Mom. I'll call you when it's good to bring the boys over." I tell her, and she nods, wishing me luck and me on my way with a bag of cookies for the guys and Al. I get on my bike and drive back to the hospital, hoping for some better news than what I got last night.

I park my bike and head into the hospital. When I reach the waiting room by Al, I notice that most of the club is there and Tig is no where to be seen. "Where's Tig?" I ask. Chibs points to Al's room, signalling that he's spending time with his daughter.

I look into the window and see Tig sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Al's hand and crying. My heart falls and I open the door, walking in quietly and setting the bag of cookies on the bedside table. "How's she doing?"

Tig wipes his eyes, drying them up. "She's doing better. Not sure about the baby, though. God Jax, I hope this works out for her... Just once."

I sigh, clearing my throat and setting my hand on Tig's shoulder. "I know. I want it to work out too. We've been talking about a family for a while now, a baby of our own."

Tig gives me a small smile and grips my hand. "You're the only guy I don't want to murder at the thought of knocking my girl up." He laughs. I shake my head, a smirk plastered on my face.

We hear a small groan and our heads snap over to Al who's finally waking up. I watch as she tries to stretch, but immediately winces and lets out a yelp. "Babe, take it easy..." I rush to her side and set her hands down, making sure she doesn't pull any of the stitching.

She looks over to me confused and then notices the stitches on her shoulder. Her eyes go from me to her stomach and she immediately gets choked up. "T-the baby?" she cries out, her eyes filling with tears.

I run a hand through her hair, kissing her temple. "We don't know yet, baby. We're just waiting for the doctor." I reply honestly. "Mom baked you some cookies though. You should eat something." I reach for the zip-lock bag of chocolate chip cookies and kiss her forehead. I press the button and move her bed up, so she isn't laying down. "Do you want some milk?"

She nods, knowing that my mom's cookies are the best with milk. Tig looks down at her and kisses the top of her hand, "I'll go get some. Anything else, Ally girl?" he asks her, and she shakes her head. She slowly moves her hand to her stomach and winces when her fingers run over the course stitches.

"Where else did I get hit?" She asks me, terrified for my response.

I take a cookie out of the bag and break off a piece, feeding her some. "Shoulder and stomach, nowhere else." She eats the piece of the cookie and licks her lips, wanting more.

"I'm so sorry, Jax." She says quietly, picking the skin around her finger nail.

I shake my head, angry that she would think there's anything she has to apologize for. "Why are you apologizing?"