His name is Abel

    My phone ringing woke me from my somewhat peaceful slumber.

"Hello" I mumble sleepily, not bothering to check the caller id.

"Hey baby." Gemma's voice comes through the speaker. Shes been a surrogate mother to me since I was born.

"What's goin' on ma? You never call this early." I ask, a little worried.

"Wendy had the baby. Emergency C-section. She was on crank. Baby is 10 weeks early. Can you get here?" she explains.

"Yeah ma. Let me get dressed and I'll be on my way. St Thomas, right?" I question her on that last bit because who the fuck knows.

Outfit*

I find myself speed walking throughout the hospital. I catch my breath and ask the nurse at the desk, who points me to a waiting room down the hall. I rush down the hall and into the room that Luann and Gemma are currently sitting in.

"Where's Jax, ma?" I ask, but before that could be answered the guys come barreling in.

Jax's face shows how distraught I know he is feeling on the inside.

"What the hell happened?" He spits out. However, before anyone could answer Tara Knowles comes walking towards us. I couldn't contain the eye roll on that one. Of course, her prissy, stuck-up ass is back.

"When's the last time anyone saw her?" She asks while surveying the room.

"A couple of weeks, I think." Jax responds.

"Her hands and feet are full of tracks. toxicology reports aren't back but...its most likely crank." Tara responds, I observe her silently. Theres a reason she's back and I'm 100% positive it's for Jax.

He looks at Tara again, this time a softer look appears and asks, "the baby?"

"We had to do an emergency c-section." Tara responds. "He's ten weeks premature."

A weight seemed to press on all of us who were in this room listening to Tara inform Jax. Jax looks back to Mom, then at me, his eyes look frightened. I've grown up with Jax, Ope, Emmett, and the other guys. I've never seen him look this scared. I slowly walk closer to Jax and wrap my arms around his waist, an attempt to soothe him. Jax wraps one of his arms around me and tightens his grasp, pulling me closer before kissing the top of my head.

"Holy shit." He mutters. I keep a tight hold around him, hoping, silently praying that he calms enough to hear this.

"Let's sit down. I'll walk you through this." Tara says. Jax frantically shakes his head no.

"No, just tell me." He spits out. Gemma steps forward and stands beside us.

"He's got a congenital heart defect and gastroschisis, a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs; the CHD is probably..."

"The family flaw." Gemma says.

"Yes." Tara says a bit forcefully, causing me to glare at her. Not the time nor the place bitch. She had never gotten along with Gemma or me for that matter. Always thinking I would take Jax from her. Thats fucking gross, he's basically my brother. "Either one would be serious but not life threatening, however the two together.... Doctor Namid gives him a twenty percent chance. I'm afraid that's optimistic."

"Oh my god." I say as I look up at Jax. His eyes meet mine and I could see the devastation, the anger.

"She never wanted to talk to me." He attempts to explain. "I didn't know."

"No one knew. Her O.B. said that she missed her last three appointments. Doctor Namid wants to fix his belly first and then if he stabilizes, he will repair his heart. I'm sorry, Jax."

I stood there feeling Jax's grasp on me tighten, not enough to hurt me but enough to keep him grounded. We all stood there absorbing what Tara had just told us. Fuck was this hard.

"I can take you to see him." Tara says and turns to walk through the set of automatic glass doors.

"Tara...You don't have to do this." he says quietly. I know he is struggling with this, with her. His son could possibly die because of a junkie whore and now the only woman he's ever loved is back.

She turns back towards him before saying "I asked Doctor Namid if I could assist. I want to help your son." I roll my eyes at that of course she fucking did. "His name is Abel." Jax says his voice on the edge of breaking.

"It's a good name." She responds with a small smile. I looked back up at Jax when I felt him pull away from me. The look on his face was one anyone rarely saw, he was ready to fucking kill. He headed down the hall with a purpose.

"Jax." Tara calls. "Jackson?" Gemma calls out as well. "Go with Tara." he responds to Gem. "I got something to do."

I didn't give a fuck. I ran after him and grabbed his hand before he could climb on his bike. He stopped and his eyes met mine, the hardness, the devastation swirling in his blue eyes. "Don't Mads. I can't." My eyes snap to his glare. "I'm not stopping you, Jax. I'm joining you." I spit out at him before climbing behind him. He hands me his helmet as Bobby and Chibs get on their bikes, visibly shaking their heads.

They knew that Jax was going to be reckless, but me, however? I was downright ruthless on a good day, I was Tig's daughter, and everyone knew how violent he could get. The apple didn't fall far from the tree on that one. The only difference was I didn't have a record.

Once Jax pulled into the bar, the four of us entered. Jax kicked the shit out of one of the nords. "You sell crank to my pregnant, ex-wife?" he roars out before knocking his face in. I silently grab the pool stick and once Jax moves I slam it through one of his nuts. The guys all visibly wince, even the guys' friends. The asshole was lucky to be breathing.

"I'm going to find Ope. Go see your nephew. Thank you for having my back." Jax informs me as he drops me back off at the hospital. "I'll always have your back bub." I respond. I find myself walking down the halls, trying not to cry. Before I could enter Abel's room, Tara comes towards me with a smirk before saying "Only family is permitted to enter." I glare at her for a split second before I let out a small laugh. "If you checked Abel's chart, or knew my family at all you would know that Gemma adopted me when I was two. Therefore, I am Abel's aunt. Move the fuck out of my way before I make you, bitch." I say. She looks slightly taken aback and moves out of my way but heads straight for the computers, probably to check what I just told her.

As I walk into the room, I see an incubator with a tiny baby hooked up to machines, the noises of his breathing. He was too weak...it was obvious that he was in pain. Wendy is a selfish fucking whore. Gemma looks up at me "You okay, babe?" she asks me. "Had to deal with Tara before I was allowed in. God he's so tiny. How could she do this, ma?" I respond. Gemma shakes her head, translating to she doesn't know either. I turn my focus back to my nephew "Hi little man. I'm your Auntie Maddie.  I love you so much already. Your daddy said your name is Abel. You are so loved little man. You've gotta keep fighting." I whisper to him as I put my hand on the box that he's entrapped in.

I sat here with Abel for hours, just watching him, listening to the machines, listening to his broken heart. I was pulled back into reality when my phone dinged, informing me of a text message from Jax stating to come downstairs. Before I could inform Gemma, she had a knowing look in her eye before saying "Make him come up here, Nova." I don't respond, just make my way out to the parking lot where I find Jax sitting on a bench with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Did you see him?" he asks me. I nod in response before saying "Yeah I saw him. He's tiny, hooked up to so many machines. Had to be a bitch to your prissy stuck-up ass ex, too. Tried to tell me I couldn't enter." Jax scoffs at that... "You need to see him Jax." I whisper. He looks at me, his eyes filled with guilt. "I can't." he says. I roll my eyes at him and proceed to glare at him. "Jax, he's your son. man, the fuck up." I grit out. "Madelyn, I fucking can't okay. I'm scared." he says. "Jackson, he's fucking scared, too. It's not just you anymore. You have a son, and you are the only parent he has." I state, my voice filled with venom.  He looks over me and I see the vulnerability appear. Gemma joins us and he whispers, sadly with tears forming in his eyes "He's not going to make it. He was born with a hole in his heart. He's gonna die." Gemma slaps him right across his face leaving Jax stunned for a split second.

"Don't you say that! You are the only one that boys got. You don't believe, he's gonna live, you might as well go up there and kill him yourself." she states bluntly before stalking away. Jax looks towards me, and I stare blankly at him. He's being an idiot, and I refuse to coddle him. "You need to see him." "I can't." he says for the millionth time. "Why? Because it'll break your heart? It's called being a father." I respond. "For how long? A day? A week?" he asks. Gemma comes walking back over, glancing between me and Jax. "You know, you were born with that same heart defect your little brother had." She tapped his chest for a second before continuing. "You seem pretty sturdy to me. I came through hell, landed on my feet. Your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged a hundred and seven-eight yards, and that bastard lives for two more days. Tellers do not die easy."

Jax looks at her and says "No we just die bloody." before the three of us break out into laughter. "That's the Irish in us." She takes a hit of her cigarette. I look at Jax before grabbing ahold of his hand. "Come on Bub. We are going to see your son." I say and he relaxes slightly before following me.

Once we got to the room Jax looked as if someone had died. He let out a gasp and his grasp on my hand tightened. "Oh fuck. What did she do? Why did she do this?" He mumbles under his breath, but I hear him. I gently pull him forward towards the incubator... he lets go of my hand and places it on the glass box. "Hey little guy. I hate to break it to you, but I'm your old man." He whispers. I watch as he interacts with his son. It's beautiful to be a part of this. Seeing my best friend, brother for all intents and purposes meet his son. Regardless of the circumstances that the junkie whore caused.

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