Jax and Tara both turned and stared at the doctor like he had a second head and Gemma's eyes bugged out of her head. "Excuse me?" Jax asked, "What the hell does that mean? Juice doesn't have a son." "Not according to this," the doctor said, handing him a piece of paper. With that the doctor left the room and left them to deal with this new development.
Jax read through the letter and he couldn't believe what he was reading. "Holy Shit!" Jax exclaimed, wincing as pain shot through his body, "Evander is Juice's son! Peyton kept it from him for 4 years!" "I'm sure she didn't keep it from him on purpose," Gemma replied, trying to defend Peyton. Jax turned and looked at his mother. "Did you know?" he asked her curiously. Gemma nodded her head. "I found out this morning Jax," Gemma replied, "I wasn't keeping anything from you. I actually wanted to talk to you about it. I wondered if you knew." "Does it look like I knew?" he questioned her, getting agitated, "Why the hell would she keep something like that from him?"
Both Gemma and Tara looked at Jax like he was an idiot. "What?" he asked loudly, lifting his hands up in defeat. "Look who she was married to," Tara stated incredulously, "I would keep it a secret too." "Jax, if she would have told Juice, could you imagine the danger Peyton would have been in?" Gemma asked her son, "She did the best she could and she told Juice when she could. If any of us know Peyton at all, this was not a secret she wanted to keep." Jax looked down at his hands and knew they were right. Peyton was protecting both her son and herself and she did the best she could despite the situation she was in.
"Well now how do we get the boys here?" Jax asked, "They can't stay in Calgary with their foster parents. They need to be here with us." "It's already taken care of baby," Gemma replied. Jax and Tara looked over at her. "I called Jenny, the Social Worker working on Peyton's case," Gemma said, "She also happens to be their foster mom. She is dealing with paper work today and going to court tomorrow and she will be flying the kids out the day after tomorrow." "How is she able to get the kids across the border and bring the children to complete strangers?" Tara asked curiously. "Peyton listed Dave and Joyce, me and Juice as guardians should anything happen to her," Gemma replied, "That girl is smarter than we give her credit for. So because my name is on the list, she is able to bring the kids to me." "What about Dave and Joyce?" Jax asked. "I talked to them about the situation last night," Gemma replied, "They think it is a good idea for all of us to be involved in their lives. They are ok with me having them live at my place, but they still want to be very much a part of the kids' lives."
Jax was tired and he was still trying to process everything that had happened in the last three days. He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment. "Thanks mom, for taking care of all that," Jax said quietly a couple minutes later, "I've just been too busy trying to get Peyton back safe and sound. Look how well that turned out." Gemma didn't say anything, but just reached up and brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead.
Jax watched as Gemma got up from the bed. "I'm going to sit out in the waiting room," she said quietly, "Let you get some rest. Maybe I'll go see Abel and Thomas." "They are at daycare Gem," Tara replied as she ran her hand through Jax's hair, "You can go up and see them. They would be happy to see you." Gemma smiled and kissed Tara on the cheek before she walked out of the room.
"Tara, this is my fault," Jax whispered, his voice cracking, "They are in there fighting for their lives because of me. We should've just kept Peyton here and dealt with Justin at the club." "Don't you dare Jax," Tara said sternly, "Don't put this on yourself. It's not your fault, you were doing what you thought was best to keep her protected. It was Justin's fault baby, not yours."
Jax looked at his wife and he leaned his forehead against hers, put his hands on her shoulders and let the tears fall. He loved his mother more than words could say, but he needed some time alone with his wife. Tara put a hand on his shoulder and ran her other hand through his blond hair. Tara loved him and he could really feel it at that moment and he wished he could just lay down with her and hold her and forget that the last three days even happened. He was just glad that he was home and back with his family.
"Can you bring the boys in this afternoon?" he asked quietly, "I need to sleep babe, but I would like to see my boys in a little bit." "You bet," she replied, smiling at him, "I'll bring them down. They will be happy to see you." Tara leaned over and kissed him softly and helped him lay down in bed. Jax smiled at her as she walked out of the room.
Tara was sitting at Peyton's bedside holding her hand. Peyton and her had been best friends for years and she was having a hard time comprehending everything that had happened to Peyton. Tara knew her friend to be a strong woman, but up until now, she had no idea how strong. Tara leaned down and pressed her lips to Peyton's frail hand and let the tears fall. She thought back to Peyton's wedding.
Peyton opened the door right after Tara knocked. "Come in," Peyton said excitedly as she opened the door for Tara. Tara walked into the room and Juice was sitting on the arm of the couch. "What are you doing here?" Tara scolded playfully, "Shouldn't you be with the guys, getting ready to get married?" "Yeah yeah," Juice replied, standing up and kissing Tara on the cheek, "You look beautiful Tara."
Tara watched as Juice kissed Peyton on the cheek softly and then he quickly made his exit.
Tara looked at Peyton and the tears threatened to spill over. She always thought Peyton was beautiful, but today, she was more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. "Peyton, you are gorgeous," Tara said quietly, admiring her choice of dress, "I would say Juice is going to love it, but he's already seen you." "I'm so happy Tara. Juice couldn't wait to see me," Peyton said, her smile spreading from ear to ear, "I couldn't make him wait. He so perfect!."
Peyton had asked Tara to be her maid of honor the day after Juice had asked her and Tara just couldn't resist. It was an honor to be able to stand up at the front and watch her best friend get married.
"I'm so happy for you Peyton," Tara said, smiling at her, "I have never seen you look so happy. The moment Juice walked into the clubhouse I knew we would have to compete with him for your attention." "Tara, he is one of the best things that ever happened to me," Peyton stated happily, "Now let's go get me married."
Tara grabbed Peyton's bouquet off the table and helped her straighten her veil. "I love you Peyton," Tara said, looking at her and reaching out to fix a strand of hair that was out of place, "You two are perfect together." Peyton hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheek, "I love you too."
Tara wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Peyton. She didn't look like that now. She looked exhausted, she was battered and bruised. Truth be told, she looked like she had been drug over the coals one too many times. Tara reached up and ran her hand through Peyton's black hair just as the doctor walked in. "Tara, glad I found you," he said, holding the door open, "Bobby is awake. He is heavily sedated and he is asking for Jax." "Thank you," she replied quietly, "I'll go get Jax and take him to Bobby." He smiled at her before leaving the room.
Tara stood up and leaned down to kiss her friend on the forehead. "I'll be back soon sweetheart," she whispered.
A little while later Tara pushed Jax into Bobby's room and helped him sit in a chair beside the bed. "I'll let you guys have some time," Tara said quietly, "I'll come check on you in a little while." She kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks babe," he replied.
Jax sat there and watched as Bobby slept. The bandage on the right side of his chest was starting to bleed through a little and he wished that he could stop the bleeding and take the pain away. Jax reached out and put his hand on Bobby's arm, he was so cold. Bobby opened his eyes and looked at Jax. Bobby struggled, but he managed a small smile at him.
"Hey Jackie," Bobby whispered, "How are you?" "I'm doing ok Bobby," Jax replied, "More importantly, how are you? I'm so sorry Bobby." "I'm not doing very good," he groaned as he tried to readjust himself. Jax tried to help him, but the pain he felt in his side prevented him from doing so. "Do you want me to get help?" Jax asked him. "No, I'm good, thanks," Bobby replied, looking over at Jax again, "I want you to do me a favor." Jax could feel the emotion bubbling up inside him and he really didn't want to lose his composure in front of Bobby. "Ok," Jax replied hesitantly, "What is it and this better not be your final request?" "I don't want you taking the blame for all of this," Bobby whispered, "This is not your fault. You only did what you thought was right and we wouldn't have expected anything less from you."
Jax had heard that so much today, but he couldn't help but think that everything that had happened could've been avoided.
"I'll try Bobby," Jax whispered, choking up slightly. "Jax, I don't have much left in me," Bobby said in a raspy voice, "So just in case something happens, I need you to take care of Peyton and her boys. Make sure she is always taken care of. Tell her I love her." "Don't do this Bobby," Jax stated as the tears began to fall from his eyes, "Don't you dare say your goodbyes yet. You have to pull through this." "I love you Jackson," Bobby stated, "You always had a good plan for this club. Please keep going in the right direction with things." "I love you too Bobby," Jax said quietly, "You should try to sleep. No more emotional stuff right now. You need to get all the rest that you can so that you can help me and Chibs run this club." Bobby nodded his head and smiled a sad smile. "Stay with me until I fall asleep?" Bobby asked. "You bet," Jax replied as he leaned back in his chair and holding Bobby's hand.
Jax had dozed off when he felt someone's hands on his shoulders. Jax turned around and he saw Tara and Gemma standing behind him. Both of them had tears streaming down their faces. What the hell is going on, Jax asked himself. What had he missed?
Jax's head turned, like a swivel, to look at Bobby. He looked like he was asleep, but something didn't seem right to him. He looked down at Bobby's limp hand in his, it was extremely cold and when he looked at the heart monitor he no longer saw the heart beat, but a flat line. His heart was breaking painfully and it felt like all the walls were crumbling down around him.
Tara and Gemma both wrapped their arms around Jax as the sobs began to escape from his throat. He held them both as his body shook. Bobby dying was like losing his father all over again. Bobby had been like a father to him and now he was gone too. Jax leaned his head down and pressed his forehead against Bobby's lifeless hand, letting the tears fall from his eyes and over his hand. "I love you Bobby," Jax cried into the blanket.
Jax didn't move from his spot beside Bobby for what seemed like hours. He cried until he had no more tears left to cry. Gemma didn't leave his side and her heart broke for the loss and for the pain her son was in. Tara had to leave to do her job, but she went back and forth to check up on them.
The room was now dark and quiet except for Jax's occasional sob or sniffle. Tara came in and went to the other side of the bed. She leaned down and kissed Bobby on the forehead and placed her hand on his cheek. "You will be missed Bobby," she whispered, "We love you so much." She stood there for a couple minutes and then walked over to Jax. "Baby," Tara said quietly, "They need to take Bobby away now." Jax looked up at her, even her beauty and compassion could not take the pain away this time. He was lost.
Tara and Gemma helped him back into the wheel chair. "I'll take him back to his room Tara," Gemma said quietly, "You take the boys home and get them ready for bed. You can come back later to be with Jax and I'll take care of the boys." "Sounds good," Tara replied tiredly, "Thank you for everything Gemma. I couldn't do all this without you." Gemma smiled and kissed Tara on the cheek before wheeling her son down the hall to his room.
"Come on baby," Gemma said quietly, "Let's get you into bed." Jax wrapped his arm around Gemma's neck and groaned as she helped him into bed. Jax looked up at his mom and his eyes filled up with tears again. "Mom, please make the pain go away," Jax said quietly, looking up at her in desperation, "I just want Bobby back." "I know sweetheart," Gemma said as she held her son in her arms and let the tears fall silently down her face.