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[Tara takes up a seat beside her, but orders nothing. Resting her elbows upon the top of the bar she looks at Lyla.]

[Lyla is in a world of her own so she does not feel Tara's presence besides her, eyes downcast in her shot glass.]

[Fingers lacing together she rests her chin against them, eyes still upon the woman to her right.] What's wrong?

[Her body involuntarily jumps at the voice, unaware of her surroundings until she's quickly put back into the present.] I'm late...

[Her eyes close for a brief moment. With a gentle sigh she opens them again.] How many days?

[At this moment in time Lyla is unable to look at her friend, her eyes full of unshed tears.] 9 days.

You take a test? [It comes out softly, while she gently bites down on her lower lip.]

I couldn't. [Those men had taken everything from her and now when she was finally coming to terms with what had happened...]

[She absently chews on her lower lip.] Can take you to St. Thomas, have them do a blood test.

[Lyla nods, a stray tear sliding down her cheek but finding no energy to wipe it away.]

[Tara gently reaches out to wipe it away. She wasn't sure if telling Lyla about her pregnancy was a good idea at the moment, so she opts for silence between them.]

[An ever so light smile lights her features at the gesture, indicating to the person at the bar for another shot to be put into her glass and another for Tara. Her head on her now folded arms.]

[Seeing that the person was getting her a shot ready, Tara quickly shakes her head.] No thanks.

[The response in which Tara gives makes Lyla lift up her head, now making sense of why her friend had been acting so weird since her release from prison, hand coming up to cup her chin. Moving her face from side to side.] Something you wish to share?

[Tara wasn't much of a drinker to begin with and though the temptation to down just one shot seemed satisfying she just couldn't do it. As Lyla cupped her chin, a faint sigh left her lips.] I'm eight weeks pregnant.

[Lyla doesn't reply with a sarcastic or gentle comment but instead hugs her friend. For some reason getting the idea that this wasn't news Tara was pleased with.]

[At the moment she was kind of on the border about the news. Closing her eyes as Lyla's arms fall around her she just hugs her back with a small sigh.]

[She won't let go at least for a while, Lyla needs it just as much.]

[She doesn't say anything, doesn't complain about the length of the hug. She knows that Lyla needs this just as much as she does and it doesn't bother her.]

How about we get out of here? I can see if Mary can take the kids, you think Jax would mind spending the night with the boys?

[A faint nod.] I'm sure he'd be fine with it, if he's busy I know Gemma will gladly watch them.