You need a big god, big enough to hold your love.
"So, where is he?" I look up from church to see Al standing in the doorway, as put together as she's been all week.
"Baby, this isn't your place to fight. We'll take care of it." Tig tells his daughter, trying to get her as far away from the danger that comes along with the club.
She shakes her head, walking over to the group of men. "It's my place as much as it's yours. They took my daughter, and I'm going to be there to get her back, whether you like it or not, Dad." Tig just sighs and Chibs clears his throat, looking down from his hands and up to Al.
"Mayans found Cartwright's place. They said that they think he was the one to take Melody, and they've been driving by. I say we go by today, prepare to take him down and we get that baby girl back."
I nod, taking a deep breath. "Well, let's get going. We need to get there as soon as possible." I slam the gavel, standing up from my seat and walking over to Al. "You need to stay here, we don't know how this is going to turn out, and I can't risk you getting hurt, Al."
She shakes her head, "There's no way I'm staying here while you guys have a gun battle over our daughter. I can get her and then I'll stay in the car or something, I can't let you do this alone, Jax. Please, just let me come. I'm going to be an anxious mess if I stay at home."
I let out a sigh and run a hand through my hair, "Fine. We'll take a car over and the second we get her, you go back into that car. You understand me?" I tell her sternly, and she nods, agreeing to my conditions. We walk out of the room and head to the front of the clubhouse where I see my mom standing there. "What is she doing here?" I ask Happy who looks just as surprised as I do.
"I don't know man, she just showed up with Nero."
I shake my head, not wanting to deal with this right now. "What are you doing here, Gemma?" I ask her, walking closer to her. She looks up at me, her eyes swollen from crying and she looks like absolute shit.
"I came to see if there's any progress in getting Melody back." She stammers, and I narrow my gaze at her.
"It's not your concern anymore. Get out of here. We'll take when we're ready." I feel a hand touch my arm and Al walks up behind me, staring at her mother-in-law with broken eyes.
"We're going to get her, and then we'll talk, okay, Gem?" She says softly, and my head turns to her, surprised to hear her talking to my mom. "I'm sorry that we've been distant, and I think we need to talk about where your involvement with the kids is going to go after this." Al lets out a deep breath and then gives Gemma a sad smile, "We love you, and we want this to work out just as much as you do."
I watch as a tear slides down my mother's face and I feel my body tensing up, but Al gives my back a rub, cueing me to say something to her. "We'll talk later and let you know how it goes."
Gemma nods, "Okay, baby." As we go to walk past her, she reaches for Al's arm and pulls her into a tight embrace where she begins to cry. "I'm so, so sorry." She weeps to Al as she holds her, doing her best to comfort the woman.
"We're going to get her back, Gem." She tells her softly, doing her best to not have her anger take over. "We're going to work on things, as a family." Al gives Gemma a kiss on the cheek before walking back to me and heading out to the parking lot. I look down at my wife in shock and she notices. "What?"
I shake my head, "I didn't expect you to talk to her at all, let alone the way that you did."
Al clears her throat, "She's family, Jax, and she cares a lot about those babies. I don't think she meant for anything bad to happen, and I don't want her to live with the guilt that I've been feeling for the rest of her life. We need to talk to her and set some boundaries, but I can't live with anymore hatred or blame."