Re: Gemma and Jenna
"Close to 42 weeks by the time Jackson decided to come out. I thought that kid was going to stay in there forever," she said, chuckling. "Who said that I stopped myself from shooting people?" Not that she had killed anyone, but kitten here didn't know. "I smoked, I hit people, I rode a motorcycle, all the things they tell you not to do nowadays, and the last two weeks, I was so tired that shooting anyone wasn't going to happen, because that mean getting up and there's no fucking way I'd do that."
Gemma breathed in deeply. "My little Thomas. He was six. Abel, Jax's firstborn had the same thing, but with medicine today, they were able to cure him and he's healthy."
She took another hit. "It's the hardest thing you'll do. That Marine shit you do will look like paradise, but after a few days, you'll realize that you don't mind so much, because that kid is yours, and he's listening to everything you say, even when they are just born, when they can't move or smile, they still recognize the mother. It's powerful shit."