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Her face was so stuck, confused adn frightened and filled with anxiety and terror. I wish I could make out what she was thinking, but no matter how hard I tired I just couldn't. She was an array of mixed emotions and thoughts.

"Wh-what did you say?" Her voice was so different now. It was light and quiet and shaking. It sounded nothing like before.

"Harleigh Rose Teller. But my name has been Emily Lilley for the last 21 years. I was born at St. Thomas Hospital here. 6lbs 4oz on October 15th, 1994. And I'm almost certain the woman who gave birth to me, is you." It was a lot to get out and say, but I really didn't know how else to go about it. I guess it was just best for me to lay everything out on the table in this situation.

She leaned back in her chair, putting her hands on top of her head, letting out a big breath. Her cheeks turned red and her eyes glossed over. God, I wish I knew what she was thinking.

I wasn't expecting what happened next.

In a quick second she was right in front of me, her arms wrapped tight around my body. I froze for a second, but once I realized what was happening I threw my arms around her, hugging her as tight as she was me.

She pulled away from the hug, keeping ahold of my shoulders. She looked me all over. She studied my face, looked at my body up and down. Much like I did her, she took in all of my features, probably seeing a lot of similarities.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me? Why? Oh my god." And she broke down in tears, falling back down into her chair. She collected her tears and emotions for a second to tell me to sit down and try and relax.

"Well, my, uh, my adoptive Mom passed away so I had nothing left back home. I've been wanting to find you and Jax for years." I could see his name made her visably shutter. "My adoptive Mom-"

"Just call her your mother, Harleigh. No, Emily. I'm sorry. Call her your mother. She was your mother. Is your mother."

"My mother. She passed away a little over a week ago and my father passed away a few years back. Since I had nothing left for me there, I decided I wanted to meet you. Meet Jax." That shiver ran down her body again. "I have so many questions."

Before Logan (Mom?) could respond to me, two boys, probably about 16, walked into her room.

"Hey, Mom!" My heart dropped into my stomach. The brunet boy came over to her, dropping his bag on an empty lab table, hopping up on it to take a seat. The blonde boy did the same.

"Hey, Ma." The blonde told her.

"Is the lady almost done with you? I wanna go home." he groaned at her. Well he was definately a teenager, that was for sure.

"Bryce, don't be so rude. You don't even know who this lovely young woman is. Apologize to her, now." I could tell by the tone in her voice how good of a mother she really was. She was loving but yet firm, making sure her son was proper and polite.

He sighed and turned to me. "Sorry lady. I've had a bad day and would really like to go home."

I guess that was close enough to an apology.

"Thanks." I told him.

I could see Logan was starting to panic a bit at this situation. I felt pretty bad, as far as my stomach being crazy and my chest being tight; she looked like she was feeling like times a hundred.

Logan quickly dug out her car keys out of her purse. "You and your brother go pick up Aubree from the middle school and come back down, I'll be ready." Just as the boys were about to dart she yelled, "Abel is driving, don't even think about it Bryce!"

After the boys left she turned back to me, her face full of so much emotion.

"I'm sorry." she crashed back down into her chair, cupping her face with her hands to hide her tears and heavy breathing best she could.

I had only just met her, but we had a connection. I don't give a fuck what anyone says. Blood really does connect you. Her being my birth mother made such a huge bond between us on a crazy spiritual level.

"Please don't be sad." I told her, trying to hold back my own emotions. She took a second to gather her thoughts and then stood up, grabbing her purse and planner.

"Listen, I know that was a really terrible meeting for you and your brothers, but that was them. Bryce is your full brother, and Abel is a half, but I'm the only mother he's ever known. They're both 16, almost 17. Aubree just turned 13. She looks a lot like you. But I guess both of you look a lot like me." She laughed at that, wiping a final tear off of her cheek. Her mood was better and so was mine. "I think I need to call Jax and-"

"No!" I yelled. I made her jump, but I didn't mean to. "Sorry." I drew back. "I just think it would be best if I saw him first. Before you said anything."

She nodded, understanding. She pulled a white card out of her purse, handing it to me. It read Teller-Morrow Garage.

"That's where you'll find him. But I think after you talk, all of us should have dinner and sit down. This is... A lot. It's something we all need to talk about together." I agreed completely with her.

She hugged me once again, both of us feeling like we never wanted to let go. This was nothing what I expeted it to be like.

She walked me out to my bike, a smile crossing her face when she saw it.

"You like bikes?" I asked, straddling over it. Her smile got bigger.

"I'm not really into them exactly." A horn blared across the parking lot. She sighed, looking at the ground. "Your- Uhm, Jax. Jax has my cell phone number. Just give me a call after you and him have a conversation." She hugged me tight again and I kissed her cheek.

I had to take a couple deep breaths before pulling out of the parking lot. I had my phone strapped to my bikes dash, the address keyed in for the garage where I could find my birth-father.

It was about a twenty minute ride. Very scenic. The weather felt amazing, Autumn out here was very nice.

I saw the big sign in the distance, my stomach dropping a bit. I was less nervous now than I was meeting my Mom, but I was still nervous, none the less.

For some odd reason, I felt like I sort of belonged here. I don't know. Maybe it was the music I could hear playing. Maybe it was the smell of medical grade chronic. Maybe it was all the bikes lined up and down the parking lot. I wasn't sure, but something felt right.

I parked my bike fairly close to what looked like the office of the shop. I didn't see anyone so I decieded to go check there.

Walking up and peaking through the window I saw a beautiful older woman sitting at the desk with glasses, looking over papers.

I took a breath and walked in, hoping she would know where Jax was.

"Hi can I he-" For some reason she stopped talking when she looked up to me. I didn't now what to do or say, so I just stood there for a few seconds.

She blinked a few times and came back to reality, continuing to ask me what she could do.

"Yeah, uhm, I'm actally looking for someone."

"Jax?" She replied so fast I didn't even have time to finish my breath.

Something was up with this lady. Maybe crazy anxiety or drugs?

"Uhm, yeah. Jax."

She stood up, walking out of the office. "Follow me." She motioned me. I skipped out and tailed behind her, walking over to the other side of the building to another door. Was this a fucking bar attachted to a garage? That's nuts.

As soon as we came into the door, smells flooded my nose; leather, liquor, musk, marijuana, cigarettes, grease. And some type of something sweet, but I couldn't quite tell what.

We turned a corner and I saw all these different men sitting at the bar. My stomach dropped when I saw him. It was now or never I guess.

"Hey Ma," he got up and kissed the woman who lead me in on the cheek. That woman was my fucking grandmother. What. "Who's this? She need some work done?"

It looked like my Grandmother didn't know what to say for a second, stumbling on her words.

"I, uh, I don't know. She just said she was looking for you." He looked puzzled for a second.

"Well, sweetheart, what can I do for you?" Sweetheart. I imagined it being him calling me that as a little girl who just wanted her blankie and her daddy.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my adoptive Dad very much but.. He wasn't the kind of Dad I wanted. We never had anything in common, and he was never very good at showing emotion. I think that's why I'm so mentally fucked up.

"Uhm.. Wow this is tough." I didn't mean to say that out loud, but I did.

He chuckled. "How about we start with your name?"

Fuck. If you insist. "Uhm, it's Harleigh. Harleigh Rose Teller." And I swear to God I've never heard a room fall so silent so fast. You could have heard a pin drop on the floor. The only sound was my grandmother trying to cover her hyperventilating and soft tears.

The look of Jax' was one I've never seen from any person before, although it was close to my mothers reaction.

But he was much more silent. Until he just walked right passed me and out the door I came in. Awkward..

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