I don't think Tig realized what he was getting in to when he offered to help with Chibs until he could manage on his own again. He knew Chibs was never a good patient, and I was not surprised when several arguments broke out. Mostly over if Tig would stay and make sure Chibs was steady while he used the toilet. For those first few days, he could barely move his leg without being in excruciating pain, and getting him to the toilet was nearly impossible, but we somehow managed. After getting him on his feet again, it was a matter of managing the pain, keeping an eye on his stitches, and waiting on his needs. Neither of us minded, and he was not a nightmare. He was very mild and well behaved for the most part, and we had fallen into a fairly simple routine. That routine however, was the second part of Tig's worries. He had his hands full, as Chibs was not the only one in need of help. Between the hours of 2:00 and about 10:00 in the morning, while he was still on the night shift with Chibs before I took my shift, I would run out the front door, and let morning sickness run its course.
Tig held my hair back, helped me back inside, and put up a fight when I offered to clean up what didn't make it into the grass. It was tough on him, and I felt horrible, but it was what we had to do to maintain the secret. A week into it, Tig was more fed up with me than he was Chibs. By the second week, Chibs was moving more on his own, and Tig felt confident that I could handle him on my own. However, because I was sick almost every day, he came back to check up on us every other day. On this day, he had caught me right as I made it to the kitchen trashcan. I had found all sorts of places to puke since I was determined not to puke in the bathroom, as Chibs would hear being in the next room. I was sick of running like a maniac to get to a place to be sick. Thankfully, the secret would soon be out in the open.
Chibs had been cleared to get out of the house, but it would be another few weeks before he could ride. However, the Grim Bastards doc, who had done an amazing job with Chibs' wounds and I could never thank him enough, checked up on him and cleared him to function as a human again. No running, heavy lifting, or riding, and he would work with Chibs to get his leg back to normal. To Chibs, that was the best news he had heard in days. However, it would not be the last of the good news.

"You know you can't keep this a secret forever," he reminded me from the bathroom door as I viciously brushed my teeth.

I spit toothpaste into the sink basin, rinsed my mouth out, then put my brush away.

"I know," I replied, and turned back to Tig, "He'll know soon. Everyone will know soon."

Tig perked up at that, and followed me out of the bathroom as I turned off the light.

"When do you plan on telling him? At the party?" he asked.

I smiled back at Tig. The club, after hearing of Chibs' being cleared, decided to throw a huge party in honor of him at the clubhouse. When Chibs caught wind of their plan, he put his foot down. He refused to let us have a party for him when, in his mind, he had done nothing to deserve it. He did not understand that we didn't care. He was our leader, and he was our brother, and we only cared about having him back on a bike and at the head of the table as he was before. We wanted our King back in the throne. Chibs buried our plan before it could come to fruition, but not being one to pass up a party, decided that if we must have a blow-out at TM, it be a Patch Over party for The Freak Riders. Everyone agreed with that, but my brothers and I secretly made sure that the party would still be in celebration of Chibs' recovery.

"I'll see," I said to Tig, "Definitely today, though. I have my first appointment tomorrow, and I'm not going alone."

I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a pack of bacon and a carton of eggs in preparation to make Chibs' breakfast.

"Really?" Tig asked, "Ultrasound?"

I shrugged.

"Not sure," I replied.

Tig nodded.

"Where is Chibby? Still sleeping?" he asked.

I shook my head as I set the items on the counter.

"Last time I checked, he was reading some catalogue that came in the mail yesterday. You can go back and talk to him," I replied.

Tig nodded. I turned my attention to the raw food and fought through my disgust. Bacon was not necessarily something I wanted to look at after puking my guts up, and I could smell the shit before I even opened the package. It seemed I had begun to acquire one of the magical pregnant woman super powers: Super Smell. I made a face of disgust at the bacon and quickly slapped it on the plate before moving on. To my surprise, my work was interrupted by Tig putting an arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

"I'm so happy for you, baby girl," he said quietly.

I looked up at him and smiled shyly.

"Thanks, Pop," I whispered.

Tig smiled warmly. He turned away and began to leave for the bedroom when Chibs shuffled in.

"Mornin'," he said gruffly.

I spun around at the sound of his voice to see him rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning, brother," Tig said, "I was just about to come back and say hi."

Chibs shuffled slowly by and smiled.

"Nah, I'm up," he said.

I smiled at him as he approached, his own smile widening and his eyes bright and warm. It was like the dead had risen, and seeing him up and around made me happy.

"Hey, sweetheart," I said.

He cupped my cheek and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

"Mornin', love."

I held his sides as he grunted and shifted his weight, his eyes momentarily narrowing through a shot of pain.

"What are you doing up, Filip? You need to be rested for tonight," I said.

He smiled a guilty smile.

"Aye. Couldn't keep myself in that bed much longer. It's drivin' me fuckin' insane. I had to get up," he explained.

I laughed and placed my hands on his chest. He smiled and watched as I reached up to examine the sealed cut on his forehead. The stitches had already come out, but it was still a little red. Nothing time and the sun wouldn't fade, though. His wrists were what had bothered him more than anything. He had been sliced deeply on his right wrist, which, unfortunately, was where the phoenix tattoo was located. A big red line was running across it now. It wasn't bad, but it bothered him seeing a tattoo that meant so much now damaged. Possibly forever. It hurt me too, but not as much as it would have if we had been too late.

"How's the leg?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Hurts," he grumbled.

"Well, pop a few pain pills before it starts bothering you. Take a few more before we leave tonight," I suggested.

But he wasn't having it, and growled before his eyes fell upon the food on the counter.

"Not takin' any today," he replied, and shuffled away.

I sighed. God, the man could be so stubborn!

"If your leg is bothering you that bad, Chibs, then you need to take them," Tig spoke up.

Chibs chuckled.

"I know, but if I take them, I can't get hammered tonight," he said.

Tig smiled and I laughed and shook my head. He had been looking forward to drinking tonight. He had been dry for two weeks, and Tig and I agreed that he would use a splash of alcohol.

"True," Tig said.

Chibs smiled and gestured to the bacon and eggs.

"What's all this, sweetheart?" he asked.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Getting ready to make you breakfast," I replied.

Chibs' jaw dropped.

"Aw, ya don't have to do that. I got it," he said.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You sure?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I need to stretch my muscles, anyway. Ya take break," he replied.

I didn't move. I didn't like him slaving over the stove with his leg hurting, but when his eyes widened and a big, toothy grin appeared, I knew he could handle it.

"Fine," I gave in, then turned to Tig, "Would you like some coffee, Tiggy? Hang out for a while?"

Tig shook his head and waved me off.

"Nah, that's okay, darlin'. I just wanted to drop by and check in. Ratty and I are going to go help the Crow Eaters get ready for the party tonight."

"You sure?" Chibs asked.

Tig smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. Thank-you, though. I'm gonna head on outta here. If you two need me, call, 'kay?" he said.

Chibs and I nodded.

"Got it," Chibs said.

"And if you need us to get anything for the party, let us know," I said.

Tig nodded and gave me a thumbs up.

"Roger that, Cal. You two behave," he said.

Chibs set a skillet on the stovetop.

"Can't promise ya nothin'," he replied.

Tig laughed and said his goodbyes before patting Harley as he walked in, and leaving us to ourselves. Chibs looked over his shoulder and waiting until he heard the front door close and Tig's bike start up before looking down at me, his eyes lighting up.

"Wow! Ya'd think he was sick of us or somethin'!" he said playfully.

I laughed and let him make his breakfast before walking down the hall to the bedroom. I was planning on changing into my outfit of the day, but as I opened the dresser drawers, a blue box hidden beneath my socks caught my eye. I sighed and checked to make sure the coast was clear before removing the box from its hiding place. The box was a navy velvet case from a necklace that Venus had gifted to me back in May, and I found that it was the perfect little box to hold something I found more valuable than any piece of jewelry, and had decided that that was how I would present the white stick of wonder to Chibs.
I opened the box, and there in the cream satin, was the pregnancy test, the positive result staring me in the face as boldly as it had when I had taken it. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I closed the box again. I had thought about how I would tell Chibs over and over again. At dinner. In bed. Before the accident, I had wanted to talk him into taking me to the overlook, where I would present the box there, but since then, I had decided to pretend it was a get-well present. It was just a matter of when. As I listened to him clang around the kitchen, and could smell the stomach-rolling odor of bacon, I decided to go ahead and do it now.

"Hey, Filip?" I called.

"Yeah?"

"When you get a moment, could you come in here?" I asked.

I listened as he banged what must have been a spatula on the side of a pan.

"Be there in a minute!"

Quickly, I set the box down next to a pile of Chibs' mismatched socks and my jewelry box before changing out of my sleepwear and into a long-sleeved top and jeans. As I pulled them up and began to button them, I noticed that I had to suck it in.

"Shit," I murmured to myself, "So it begins."

I managed to get the jeans on and had just finished slipping my socks over my feet when Chibs entered.

"What's up?" he asked.

I smiled and stood from the old chair in the corner, picking up the box as I approached him and trying desperately to mask my nervousness. He watched me carefully, and eyed the box with a mixture of intrigue and concern.

"Whatcha got there, Callie girl?" he asked.

I smiled.

"A little get-well present," I replied.

His eyes widened as far as they could go and his nostrils flared.

"Callie!" he scolded.

"Hey!" I said defensively, grinning as I watched him get angry over nothing, "To be fair, I already had it, and you can't return it now, anyway, so take it."

I handed him the necklace box, and he reluctantly took it, staring me down with cold eyes and a playful smirk.

"Ya don't have to get me anythin'. I've told all of ya a thousand fuckin' times," he said.

I smiled shyly.

"I know. Open it anyway," I replied stubbornly.

His anger faded and he looked down at the box.

"Looks expensive," he said, sounding impressed, "What is it? A necklace?"

He shook the box to listen to the contents.

"For God's sakes, Filip! Just open the damn thing!"

He chuckled.

"I can't take a guess?" he asked.

I smiled. What was in that box was everything, and it would most likely knock him off his feet. I glanced over at the bed. Opening it sitting might be a better option.

"Actually, you might want to sit for it," I said meekly.

Chibs arched an eyebrow, now confused. I smiled and took him by the hands, leading him over to his side of the bed and sitting him down.

"What the hell is in this that's so important, Callie?" he asked.

I stood before him and smiled.

"Now open it," I said, ignoring his question.

He huffed and stared at me through his eyebrows as he lifted the lid. I held my breath and watched as he looked down and froze. For what felt like ages, he didn't say a word. I don't think either of us took a breath. Time had stopped. The silence was deafening, and I could not stand it any longer.

"You're going to be a daddy, sweetheart," I said quietly.

It was then time began to move again. I watched as I he picked the test up, his mustache moving as he sniffed. He looked up at me, and I could see moisture pooling in the corners of his eyes.

"This is real?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded. He looked back down at the test.

"Jesus!" he breathed out, "How long have you known?"

I then frowned. He wasn't going to like the answer, no matter how much I sugar-coated it.

"The day you were jumped, you know? You know how I wasn't feeling good that morning?"

He nodded.

"That was morning sickness. I took the test while you took Harley out to pee," I replied.

Chibs' face fell.

"Ya mean to tell me ya knew then? And ya still drove that crotch rocket and jumped off of a pile of gun boxes like a jungle woman?" he asked in disbelief.

I tried to keep my smile at bay.

"I was fine. I wasn't going let anything happen to you."

Chibs let out a long breath and laughed.

"Jesus Christ, woman!" he exclaimed.

I smiled at him. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly. My heart fluttered and my chest and cheeks heated up. It was all real now, and watching the utter joy wash over his features threw me over the moon.

"Come here, love," he said softly.

He reached for my arm and pulled me down to sit beside him. He set the box and test to the side, then pulled me into his lap with little effort and kissed me passionately. I smiled into the kiss. When our lips parted, he lightly butted my forehead.

"You are a stubborn little shite!" he said playfully.

I laughed and pecked his lips before he moved back so we could look at each other. I cupped his cheeks and gently stroked them with my thumbs.

"Are you happy?" I asked.

If I could only explain the amount of pure happiness on his face. I had not seen his eyes so bright or his smile so big in a long time. All the pain. All the heartache. Long forgotten nightmares. All that was left was pride, joy, and tears that now spilled down his cheeks. He could only nod. I pulled him into a hug, and as he embraced me, I heard him sniff and felt him shake as he sobbed into my neck, triggering me and causing me to cry immediately.
Chibs cradled the back of my head and nuzzled his nose into my hair.

"You're bloody amazin', Callie," he said, voice strangled from crying, "You're my hero."

I cried into his shoulder and clutched him for dear life. He raised himself off me, only to lay me down on my back and stretch out beside me.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled as he reached up to wipe the moisture from my cheeks.

"I love you, too," I whispered.

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, then slid down and cupped my stomach through my shirt. I blinked away tears and could not control the smile on my face as I watched him look down upon my abdomen lovingly.

"I love you, as well," he said, "Mo aingeal."

I smiled and reached down to ruffle his hair as he kissed an area once bruised with death, and now blooming with life.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

Chibs moved back up, laying beside me and wrapping an arm protectively around my midsection.

"My angel," he replied, almost shyly.

I smiled and leaned my head against his.

"I have my first appointment tomorrow. You wanna go?" I asked.

Chibs' eyes lit up.

"I wouldn't miss it," he said.

I smiled and coaxed his head up to kiss him. After everything we had been through, we had come out whole, and I could not wait to tell my brothers.

"Alright, alright, alright! Everyone shut up and let me talk before ya all get too drunk to do anythin'!" Chibs announced.

We were seated at the bar at TM, the party in full swing, and almost everyone we knew in attendance. Chibs had been off of his feet for the majority of the night, saving his leg from any extra stress and the need for painkillers. I think the Jameson was doing a better job of it, anyway. He sat in the center, Tig on his left and me on his right, the rest of the club around us as my brothers from Long Beach stood before us. Chibs stood to his feet, holding my hand for balance until he found his footing.

"I think this is the moment you all have been waitin' for," he said.

Rat walked up to Chibs with a stack of new cuts, each with a Reaper. Chibs thanked Rat and looked down at the leather before smiling up at Milo.

"You guys have shown us your loyalty, and we can't thank ya enough for everythin' ya've done to help us. We've already taken the vote, but we want ya in a Reaper," he said.

The Freak Riders smiled.

"So, all in favor of The Freak Riders of Long Beach, California becoming the Sons of Anarchy Long Beach charter?" Chibs proposed.

Everyone in attendance replied with a loud, excited, slightly drunken Yay. Chibs smiled and bestowed the cuts upon the boys. They slipped on their new leather, the four all smiles. Milo grinned and clapped his large hands on Chibs' shoulders.

"We honestly can't thank you enough. For letting us in, and most importantly, keeping Callie safe and well. She's still, and always will be like a little sister to us, and I am proud to call you my brother," Milo said.

The twins and Gavin happily agreed. Milo and Chibs bro-hugged.

"Welcome to the family, brother," Chibs said.

They parted and Milo beamed. I stood up and all of us hugged our new brothers.

"I think we may have one more announcement," Chibs spoke up.

I turned from hugging Jordie and looked up to see Chibs smiling at me. I smiled, my cheeks burning. Chibs held his arm out and I walked back to him. He slipped an arm around my waist. His chest was puffed out, and no one could doubt the smile on his face.

"SAMCRO itself will also be growing a little bit bigger," he said.

Everyone either looked confused or surprised. Tig just smiled smugly. Chibs smiled down at me. I took a deep breath.

"We're having a baby," I announced.

The shrill screech of Venus could be heard for miles. She shot out of nowhere and nearly tackled me to the ground with a hug.

"What?" Rat exclaimed.

"Holy shit!" Happy said excitedly.

Venus squeezed me so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Vee, c'mon. Let go," I choked.

Venus quickly let go, holding me by the arms.

"I can't believe it! Finally!" she exclaimed.

Chibs snorted.

"Why the hell are ya smilin' like that?" he snapped.

I turned to see him looking down at Tig, who was grinning.

"Oh, I already knew," he said with a shrug.

Chibs' jaw dropped.

"Besides that, have fun with the morning sickness," he said.

Chibs rolled his eyes and looked down at me as I smiled meekly.

"We'll manage," he said, keeping his arm locked around my waist.

My brothers stood and attacked us both with a hug, congratulating us and soon talking nonstop about how exciting it was going to be, and how Felix would have a friend close to his age to play with him. I sat on Chibs lap as he finished his last shot of the night, cutting himself off, as I couldn't have any. He thought it was unfair, and instead, held me tightly as the party forgot about us as the music grew louder, and we shared soft kisses and stayed close for the rest of the night. I looked around the clubhouse at my brothers. We had been through so much. Death and life. Sadness and happiness. Dumb ideas and even dumber ideas. Saying goodbye to brothers and hello to new life. As I watched my club party and held onto my Old Man, it hit me how much of my life had changed. I had gone from utterly alone and hopelessly suicidal, to having a new home, new friends, and a massive family that was soon about to get even bigger. Most of all, I had love—something I thought was lost forever. I had Filip. This wonderful man who made my dream of living in this world come true. He had given me everything. Saved me countless times. He gave me a second chance, and he was my hero. He had given a family, a new purpose, and new dreams. I would never be able to thank him enough for everything, nor could I thank my wonderful brothers and sisters.
We had waded through darkness, our shoes soaked in blood, and had come out on the other side triumphant. I was proud to be a part of SAMCRO, proud to call these crazy idiots my family, and proud to help raise their world from ashes.
Chibs kissed my cheek and gentle rubbed my stomach. I smiled and held the hand pressed against my belly button. More importantly than anything, I was proud to be his Old Lady. I was ready to continue riding with them and raise hell. I was ready to stand at Chibs' side and raise an empire.

These boys are my family. This charter is my home.