Telling Quincy and Paige about last night's events had gone just as Jax had expected, though he'd braced himself for worse. Paige, ever the more outwardly emotional, had freaked out, her hands flying to her mouth in a silent scream before she found her voice to gasp. Quincy, on the other hand, had gotten intensely pissed, his jaw clenching, his eyes narrowing to slits as he listened to the details. He'd looked ready to storm out and confront anyone who dared to cross Jax and Avery. But thankfully, Jax and Avery, with their combined efforts, had been able to calm them both down, deflecting their initial anger and concern before things escalated. The trick that worked, a stroke of genius on Avery's part, was simply mentioning that Avery was going to need some help cleaning up the house and decorating it for Abel's homecoming. The immediate shift in their focus from outrage to practical planning was almost comical.

Paige and Avery had been deep into their cleaning efforts for a good hour, a whirlwind of dust cloths and mops, when Gemma's familiar Cadillac finally pulled into the drive. Jax, who had been keeping a casual eye on the window, saw her arrive and, seizing the opportunity, snuck out the back door of the house. He moved with a practiced stealth that came from years of navigating tricky situations, going out to meet her before she even had a chance to step fully out of the car.

"Hey baby," Gemma said, her voice a low purr, as she climbed out of the driver's seat. She then leaned forward, her expression a mix of affection and mild curiosity, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Hey ma. You got a minute?" Jax asked, his tone hushed and conspiratorial. Turning, he checked behind him with a quick, almost imperceptible glance, making sure that Avery hadn't snuck out behind him, catching wind of his clandestine meeting.

"Yeah. What's up?" Gemma asked, her eyebrows arching slightly, sensing the unusual urgency in his voice.

"I need you to do me a favor," Jax said, his gaze fixed on her. He then began to tell her the elaborate plan that he had formulated last night, the idea having solidified in his mind as he had watched her sleep, a quiet determination settling over him. He laid out the details, explaining the necessity and the subtle intricacies of what he needed her to do.

"Okay. Anything in particular?" she asked, her expression unreadable after listening intently to his detailed plan, absorbing every word with her usual pragmatic efficiency. Gemma, always the strategist, had processed the intricate layers of Jax's vision, her mind already cataloging potential challenges and solutions. Her stillness was a testament to her focus, a calm before the storm of execution she knew would soon engulf her.

"Nah, surprise me," said Jax, a hint of a playful smirk on his lips. His trust in Gemma was absolute, a silent acknowledgment of her unparalleled ability to translate his abstract ideas into tangible reality, infused with her own unique flair. He leaned back, a sense of excited anticipation bubbling within him, confident that whatever she concocted would exceed his expectations.

"Okay. I'll be back in a few," said Gemma, a faint smile playing on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding between them. It was a partnership forged in countless collaborative ventures, each one strengthening the bond of mutual respect and shared ambition. With a subtle nod, she climbed back into her Cadillac, the engine purring to life as she drove away, the hum a rhythmic counterpoint to the gears already turning in her mind. She drove off, leaving Jax to re-enter the house, already anticipating the success of his carefully laid plan.

Jax watched as she backed out of the driveway, the sleek car disappearing around the bend. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't nervous. A cold knot of apprehension tightened in his stomach; he was scared to death that his meticulously crafted plan wasn't going to come together. The weight of its success, or failure, rested heavily on his shoulders. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he turned and went back into the house, the quiet solitude amplifying his anxieties.

"Was that your mom I saw?" asked Avery, her voice cutting through the tension that had begun to coil around Jax. She was walking through the house, a basket overflowing with laundry balanced effortlessly on her hip, the scent of fabric softener trailing behind her.

"Yeah." Jax's voice was a little too quick, a little too smooth, as he explained, "She just stopped to see if there was anything in particular that we wanted for the party as far as food and decorations. I told her to just surprise us. I knew you were busy and didn't want to bother you." He hated that he was lying to her, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. But he knew, with 100% certainty, that he couldn't tell her what he had planned. To do so would only ruin the elaborate surprise.

Avery, sensing a subtle shift in his demeanor but unable to pinpoint its origin, simply replied, "Oh, okay."

"Yeah. Need any help?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation back to more mundane matters, hoping his slight discomfort wasn't overtly obvious.

"Nah, Mom and I have it covered," Avery responded, already turning her attention back to the preparations for the party.

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna head over to the garage and catch up on a few things. Sure you don't need me around?" he pressed, needing to ensure she was truly comfortable with his departure, even as the secret he held tightened in his chest.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I think Mom and I can manage," Avery said, then paused, a thought occurring to her. "How long did Gemma say she would be?"

"She didn't say," Jax replied, mentally kicking himself for the oversight in his hasty lie. He hoped Avery wouldn't dwell on it.

"Okay. I love you," Avery said, her voice soft and full of affection.

"And I love you," Jax responded, his own voice thick with genuine emotion, despite the deception he was maintaining. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Before the kiss could deepen and get too hot and heavy, he broke it, looking her directly in the eyes. "And you're sure that you're okay here?" he reiterated, searching her gaze for any lingering doubt or apprehension.

"Yeah. I think Mom and I will be fine," Avery assured him, a look of calm determination in her eyes.

"Okay. I'll be back as soon as I can, but if you need anything, just call me," Jax said, satisfied with her resolve.

"Okay, I will," Avery confirmed.

Leaning forward one last time, Jax placed a tender kiss on her lips, a silent promise in the gesture, and whispered his love for her once more. Then, with a final lingering glance, he turned and walked out the door, the weight of his secret a palpable presence, yet driven by the excitement of the surprise he was orchestrating.

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Avery hadn't lied when she told Jax that she would be okay without him. She genuinely believed it. She knew her mother, Paige, would be her rock, helping her navigate the storm of emotions that were sure to follow. And they did. The first wave hit with the force of a tidal wave when she walked into the kitchen. Her mother, with a grim determination, was scrubbing dried blood from the pristine hardwood floors. The sight was a punch to the gut, and Avery completely lost it. The composure she had clung to shattered into a million pieces.

But her mother, being the ever-loving, steadfast presence that she was, didn't hesitate. She pulled Avery into a comforting embrace, holding her tightly as the tears flowed freely, an unstoppable torrent. Avery had no idea the depth of the trauma last night's events had inflicted until she was a blubbering mess, completely undone in her mother's arms. The dam had broken, and with it, the pent-up fear, shock, and a profound sense of helplessness poured out. She cried until her throat was raw and her eyes were puffy, finally feeling a release from the suffocating weight that had settled over her.

When Avery was finally able to pull herself together, albeit shakily, she and Paige resumed the mundane tasks of cleaning and folding laundry. It was a desperate attempt to find some semblance of normalcy, a distraction from the lingering shadows of the night. Avery found herself gravitating towards Abel's room, a sanctuary of hope and new beginnings. She wasn't sure how many times she had checked and re-checked to ensure everything was perfect. Every blanket smoothed, every toy precisely placed, every diaper stacked in an immaculate tower. Yes, she knew she was bordering on obsessive, an almost pathological need for perfection, but this was for Abel, after all. That innocent child, who had endured such an unimaginable hell upon entering this world, deserved nothing less than absolute perfection. He deserved a safe, pristine haven where he could heal and thrive, untouched by the horrors that had almost consumed him.

"This room is absolutely beautiful, Avey," Paige remarked softly, her voice filled with understanding and admiration. She found Avery once again meticulously folding Abel's tiny blankets, smoothing out invisible wrinkles, and restacking his diapers for what felt like the millionth time. Each movement was deliberate, a ritual of love and preparation. Paige knew it wasn't just about tidiness; it was Avery's quiet, heartfelt way of nurturing, of protecting, of pouring all her immense love and fragile hope into creating a sanctuary for a child who had known too much pain and instability far too soon. The room, decorated in soft blues and creams, with a whimsical mobile gently swaying over the crib, was a testament to Avery's unwavering dedication.

"Thanks, Mom. I wanted it to be perfect for him," Avery replied, her gaze sweeping over the carefully arranged shelves of books and the plush toys nestled in a basket. A faint tremor in her voice betrayed the deep anxiety she held beneath her calm exterior.

"And it will be, baby," Paige affirmed, her own eyes welling up with a mix of pride and empathy. She stepped closer, gently pulling her daughter into a warm, comforting hug. Avery leaned into the embrace, finding solace in her mother's familiar scent and steady presence.

"I hope so," Avery whispered, a sigh escaping her lips. The weight of responsibility, the echoes of her own past, pressed down on her. She longed to give Abel a childhood free from the shadows that had sometimes loomed over her own, but the fear of inadequacy gnawed at her.

"Come on. Let's go watch TV and relax until Gemma gets here," Paige suggested, her voice light and encouraging. "Everything is done. The room is perfect, the house is ready, and you've done everything you can." She gently nudged Avery towards the door, sensing her daughter's need for a respite from her own thoughts.

"Okay," Avery agreed, a small, genuine smile gracing her lips as she looked up at her mom. In that quiet moment, surrounded by the tangible evidence of her mother's enduring love and support—the comfortable silence, the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the familiar scent of Paige's lavender lotion—Avery silently hoped with all her heart that she could be even half as good a mom to Abel as her own mother had been to her. She wanted to replicate the unwavering love, the patient guidance, and the constant feeling of security that Paige had always provided, a feeling that had been the bedrock of her childhood. The road ahead, navigating single parenthood and her budding relationship with Jax, was undoubtedly uncertain, but with her mother by her side, a steadfast beacon of reassurance, Avery felt a renewed sense of strength and determination.

As the two of them continued to lounge on the couch, the familiar cadence of "Saved by the Bell" reruns providing a soothing backdrop, Avery couldn't help but think how profoundly good it felt to be spending this uninterrupted time with her mom. Since she had been back in Charming, amidst the whirlwind of settling in, finding a job, and processing her new reality with Abel, she hadn't really carved out much quality time with Paige. Doing so now, just existing in comfortable silence, felt amazing. It also brought a poignant realization of just how much she had truly missed her mother while she had been away, pursuing her own path, perhaps subconsciously distancing herself from the comforting embrace of home.

Yes, they had talked every day, their phone calls a lifeline across the miles, a steady stream of updates and reassurances. But talking on the phone and truly spending time with someone, sharing space and moments, were two totally different things. Even just sitting on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching Zack Morris navigate high school antics, was soothing to her soul, a balm to the anxieties that often gnawed at her. A wistful smile touched her lips as Avery couldn't wait for the day that she, Jax, and Abel could sit like this, a little family unit, a testament to their love and commitment, just watching TV or playing board games, creating their own treasury of shared moments.

"Mom?" Avery began, her voice a little softer than usual, "How did you know that you would be a good mother? How did you know that you were doing the right thing with me?" Her gaze searched Paige's, needing to hear her mom's honest advice, a roadmap for the unfamiliar territory she was entering.

Paige's soft chuckle filled the air, a sound of gentle understanding. "None of us know that we're doing it right, honey. Believe me," she said, her voice laced with warmth. "There isn't a rule book or even a manual that tells you what to do in any given situation, not for parenting, not for life. You just have to follow your heart, honey. You will instinctively know what is the right thing to do, deep down in your gut. And all you can do is hope that your gut was right." As she spoke, Paige gently pulled Avery down to where her head would be resting in her lap, a familiar comfort. This had been Avery's favorite position as a child, a sanctuary of safety and affection. Paige's fingers began to idly thread through Avery's hair, a rhythmic, comforting gesture.

"Were you scared?" Avery murmured, her voice muffled against Paige's jeans, recalling the raw fear she often felt when contemplating her own future as a mother.

"Baby, your dad and I were terrified," Paige confessed, her voice soft with memory. "I know that our situation is different than what you are in now, with Jax being Abel's biological father, but believe me when I tell you that you are going to be a good mother to that boy. You already love him as if he is your own, with every fiber of your being. And that's all that truly matters, Avery. That unconditional love is your compass." Paige's hand came to rest on Avery's cheek, gently turning her head so their eyes could meet. "Now, stop worrying and trust that you and Jax will figure this out together. You're strong, and you have love, and that's more than enough."