"Hey babe, can you do me a favor?" Abel's voice came through the phone. He had to make an emergency trip to Tacoma and had left yesterday morning.

"Sure baby, what's up?" Marley replied.

"Today's the anniversary of mom's uh...death." A wave of sadness washed over Marley as she thought about the brutal way that Abel's stepmother had been killed. By his grandmother nonetheless.

"Are you okay Abel?" She asked softly.

"I'm fine Mar, but can you check on Thomas? It's always hit him hard. He should be fine, just make sure he's not passed out facedown in a pile of puke would you babe?" Abel laughed quietly at the end of his request, but Marley could tell that he was concerned about his younger brother.

"Sure babe. I'll head over around lunch time."

"I appreciate it Marley, I know you weren't expecting all the bullshit that comes with me when we hooked up."

"Hey now." Marley stopped him. "If it's part of being with you, it's part of being with you. Thomas is family, and we take care of our family." Marley stopped when she heard Abel laugh. "What's so funny?"

"You keep talking like that, I'm gunna have to make you an Old Lady." Abel said. Marley felt her heart skip a beat but without hesitation she shot back.

"Well you better make me your Old Lady. I don't plan on just being your baby mama for the rest of my life." Abel's laughter filled her ears, God how she loved that laugh.

"I gotta jet babe, thanks for checking on bonehead. I love you. Baby mama." He added on as an afterthought. Marley snorted.

"Yeah, love you too baby daddy." Marley rolled her eyes and ended the call. She decided to have a shower and headed towards the bathroom. Marley stopped in the doorway and looked down at her itty bitty bump, could it be? She laid a hand on her stomach and felt it again. Almost like butterflies, baby Teller was moving for the first time. She was so excited that at three and a half months, she could already feel movements. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and texted Abel, have baby news for u when u get home 3. With that, she turned on her music and started the shower.

Marley sat in the parking lot of Thomas's apartment building, impatiently drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. She hit the call button on her phone for what felt like the thousandth time in the last twenty minutes and listened to it ring.

"Thomas Teller. Leave a message." Came Thomas's voice after five rings. Marley sighed and opened the door to her car, before sliding out. She closed the door and headed towards the door to Tommy's apartment. His bike was in his parking spot, so she knew he had to be here. She knocked on the door.

"Tommy? C'mon open up! It's Mar." She knocked again louder, but still no response. She bent and lifted the corner of his welcome mat, pulling out his spare key and letting herself in. The smell that hit her as soon as the door opened made her feel like dumping the contents of her stomach all over the living room floor. It was somewhere between, piss, puke and stale beer. She heard the sound of dry heaving and turned towards the closed bathroom door. Did Thomas have the flu? She knocked on the door lightly, before pushing it open.

"Close the fucking door!" Thomas shouted at her, before hurling into the toilet bowl again. Marley stepped into the bathroom.

"Tommy, are you sick? Do you have the flu?" She asked. Marley felt her heart stop beating when she noticed the kit in the open drawer beside Thomas's legs. "Oh Thomas no.." She whispered.

"Marley go home." Thomas punctuated his order by spewing into the toilet bowl. Marley rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside him. She rubbed his back soothingly.

"Tommy, what did you take?" She asked.

"I said go home Mar." Thomas groaned, laying his head back down on the toilet seat.

"Thomas…" Marley started.

"Marley don't. Go home." The sounds of Thomas puking filled the air again.

"I'm not leaving Tommy." She tugged on his arm. "C'mon, let's get you in the shower." Marley helped him into the shower and then turned opening the drawer fully. She almost threw up when she noticed the candy shop of drugs that Thomas had. She pulled out the paraphernalia and dumped it in her purse before scooping up the little thumb bags and dropping them into the toilet. She met Thomas's eyes through the glass door as she flushed. He looked tired, worn out. Marley felt her heart ache for her brother in law, he was so young and had so much life left ahead of him, why was he fucking it up? She cleared her throat and pointed to the door.

"I'll be out there. Holler if you need me." She closed the door behind her and flopped down on Thomas's couch. She pulled out her phone and opened her conversation with Abel. She started to type out a message but how do you tell someone that you found their brother detoxing on the bathroom floor. Marley locked her phone and stared down at her reflection in the black screen. She heard the door to the bathroom open, and Thomas walked out wrapped in a towel.

"Mar." Thomas started, he opened his mouth to speak again but just shook his head."Why Tommy?" Marley stood up.

"I don't have any answers, I just went on a bit of a binge I guess." Thomas crossed his arms over his chest.

"A bit of a binge you guess?!" Marley raised her voice then stopped and took a deep breath. "Seriously Tommy? What all did you take?" Thomas narrowed his eyes at his brother's girlfriend.

"You can stop acting like you're my mother just because my brother knocked you up." Marley felt the sting of Thomas's words like a slap across the face. She bent and picked up her purse before levelling him with a glare.

"Somebody clearly has to, because if it were up to you, you'd be buried right beside your mother." Marley had almost reached the door when she heard Thomas's voice again, his tone much different.

"Please don't tell Abel." He pleaded. Marley stopped, but didn't turn around to face him. "This Club is my life Mar, it's all I've got. If Abel thinks I'm a liability he'll bring it to the table and they'll vote to have me excommunicated." Marley turned around.

"This Club is not the only thing you have Thomas. You have your family. Your brother would never side with the Club over his own blood." Thomas shook his head.

"You don't understand how deep the Club runs. Look at JT, look at my old man. They had to kill themselves to get out, what do you think they'll do to me if they decide that I can't make the cut anymore."

"The Club has changed since JT's days at the head of the table." Marley walked to her brother in law and pulled him in for a hug. "Clay is gone. You might not see it, but everything your father did before he died was to save the Club, and he did exactly that. He got the Club out of guns and into all legitimate businesses. He made sure that his sons wouldn't end up facing down a semi like he and his old man did." Marley pulled back and looked up, meeting Thomas's eyes and noticing all the features that reminded her of Abel, and all the features that he must have gotten from his mother instead. "You're a legacy. You're a goddamn Teller for Christ's sake. So get your act together and act like it." Marley pushed at him gently. "Go get dressed."

"Where are we going?" Thomas asked.

"To bring your mother flowers." Marley replied softly.

Marley stood a few feet behind Thomas as he knelt in front of his mother's headstone. Marley heard him sniffle.

"Can we leave now?" He asked sullenly.

"When was the last time you were here?" Thomas met her question with silence. Marley moved forward and sat down beside her boyfriends younger brother. "Talk to her." She suggested. Thomas scoffed.

"It's a fucking rock Mar. She's not gunna answer me." Thomas was rewarded with a swat to the back of the head.

"Like this bonehead," Marley turned to face Tara's beautiful stone. "Hi Tara. I know I tell you this every time I come here, but I truly do wish that I had the chance to meet you. To be able to say that I knew the woman that helped raise the two boys that I love most." Marley reached over and took Thomas's hand, squeezing softly. "Abel and I have some exciting news to share with you and Jax, we're expecting a baby!" Thomas cleared his throat and Marley nodded for him to go ahead.

"Mom…" Thomas shook his head. "This is stupid." Marley squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"Thomas just talk." He was quiet for a few minutes, and Marley let him be. She didn't know if he didn't want to share his thoughts in front of her or if he just didn't know what to say.

"I really fucking miss you." Thomas let out. "I know I shouldn't even be able to say that I miss you because I was so young when you died, but I remember you." Marley noticed the tears welling in his eyes and felt her heart start to ache. "I remember the smell of you, the hospital smell mixed with your perfume, I remember the sound of your voice when you would sing me to sleep. I…." Thomas started to weep and Marley couldn't handle it anymore. She pulled Thomas so he was leaning on her shoulder and rubbed his back.

"This is good Tommy, this is grieving."