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Mya finds herself annoyed with herself. Is it surprising that she found herself in this situation considering the last couple of years, not really? She knows that she should have better control over herself and her emotions. At 26 years old, she is too old to be dealing with this bullshit. She had to come to terms that the man she decided to be with was a slut puppy. His past entanglements would always have her practically running into someone who had sucked his dick. 

It was annoying and she could usually deal with it. However, emotions were strung high considering that for the past two weeks she had been ignoring her boyfriend for a reason she couldn’t remember. The sex was good as somehow it kept her coming back for two years, but it didn’t erase he could be a major jackass. A jackass that seemed to have a somewhat toxic hold on her. 

Mya wraps her arms around herself to fight the slight chill of the night. Her friends, Camilla and Natalie, had already left with their boyfriends picking them up. She had been the one left at the station house and wanting to ignore the looks thrown her way from deputies she decided to sit on the bench outside. 

It was then she heard the growl of a very familiar bike pulling into the lot. She watches as he parked his bike and pulls off his helmet and rests it on his handlebars. She tries not to look like a scared toddler as he does throw her a slightly annoyed look. She doesn’t hide the eye roll as she stands up from the bench. She knows when she gets home she will get a verbal lashing like he is her damn father. 

She presumes Unser heard his bike as the old Sheriff comes out the door to greet Jax. As much as she appreciates Unser not throwing her in the cage and having this case turn into a full assault, she is annoyed that he had called Jax. She was hoping this could just be a blip on her radar. Jax didn’t need to know. Yet, the club had a stronghold on the town and the police force. She is sure when she wipes her ass that someone tells Jax. 

“What happened?”

 He doesn’t bother addressing her. He asks Unser directly. She bristles and a hard glare framed by his riding glasses is thrown her way. She gives a sweet smile and turns to Unser. “Thank you for tonight, Unser.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” The elderly cop replies. 

Unser wishes this wasn’t a familiar sight of bailing out Jax’s old ladies. He liked Tara. She was a sweet girl and had a good head on her shoulders except when it came to Jax. Although half the time, he had been picking up both Jax and Tara for simple things for indecent exposure or their jealous streaks getting the best of them. This however was the first time he had picked up Mya. It was clear the only reason the cops were called was Mya was quite frankly beating the shit out of Ima Tite. 

Other than that, his interactions with Mya were at Gemma’s family dinners or events around town and she was always nice and sweet. It just seemed Jax brought out violent streaks in women. 

Mya brushes past Jax and makes her way to his bike. She frowns as she looks down at her mini black dress. It was so not appropriate to wear on the back of his bike. She sighs as she did not expect her night to end like this. She just wanted a night out with friends. Have fun and relax and maybe get some liquid courage to mend things with Jax. She isn’t too sure why they were fighting to begin with. She could admit she was horny as well since her pussy was put away for this idiot. 

She hears Jax mutter Jesus Christ a couple of times before thanking the Sheriff before she hears him walking down the steps back towards his bike. She folds her arms across her chest and she meets his eyes briefly as he does a once over. She watches as his jaw tightens at her little more risque outfit. It doesn’t help with her arms folded her breasts are nearly spilling out of the top. She knows as much as Jax loves her little risque outfits, he doesn’t like them when she isn’t wearing them for his benefit. He hates when she shows in his opinion too much skin when he isn’t around. 

She also knows she isn’t going to be the first one to break the silence. She expects him to immediately get back on his bike. Instead, he takes off his kutte and then slides off his hoodie, and passes it to her. She takes it with no complaint as she slides it over her body. It goes almost to her knees which is more than her dress could do. He passes his helmet over to her, which she eyes in disgust as her hair is styled perfectly in a slick bun. She would need to take it out to fit his helmet on. 

“Don’t,” Jax warns her. 

Mya does as she is told. She places the helmet on the seat and takes out her bun. She fluffs out her hair before she straps the helmet on. 

Jax seems satisfied as he puts his kutte back on and straddles his bike. Mya gets on behind him and it's an instinct that she wraps her arms around him tightly as he turns his bike on. She rests her head against his back as he pulls out and drives back to her place. 

She hates that she has grown to love Jackson Teller. They are both fully aware he is not a man that is easy to love. It’s been nearly two years of them messing around with each other. Maybe toxic was a pretty strong word to throw around because they weren’t awful.

She knows in the beginning their issues stemmed from not knowing what they were doing with each other. They both grew up in different worlds. Mya had not imagined she would get herself involved with a white man, who was involved in an outlaw motorcycle club. It wasn’t as if she was unfamiliar with the gang lifestyle. She grew up on the streets of Oakland. She lost both of her parents from the ripple effects of gangland violence. However, her grandmother had gotten her out and her childhood was far less traumatic. 

So with Jax, she had no interest in starting something serious with Jax. She was fine with making an appearance in his bed. She had just been surprised that having sex with Jax came with strings for her like dealing with his constant meddling mother.  

He has more than enough women wanting him. Jax is aware she can pull any man if she wants. She had learned rather quickly that if she was messing with him that it meant that her pussy was his alone. That right there had been their first big argument when he had caught her on an actual date with another man. She had quickly put him in his place as she informed him fully that he had no claim on her because they got messy in between the sheets a few times. She wasn’t going to be waiting around on him to decide he wanted to go public. She informed him quite boldly that he wasn’t going to think he could have his croweaters at the clubhouse at his beck and call but she was expected to keep her pussy on lock for him. She disabuses him of that notion rather quickly. 

However, the sex after that may have started an unhealthy pattern of her maybe instigating little tiffs because an angry Jax gave her mind-numbing orgasms. 

Besides, it wasn’t as if their first meeting had gone down very well. She could say she despised him and all his brothers for the very nice first impression that they left. 

She had moved to Charming temporarily in the beginning as her grandmother needed hip surgery and Charming had the best surgeon qualified with a rehab center in Modesto. Mya had no problem uprooting her life out of Oakland to be with her grandmother. 

The only downside was the fact she was a budding tattoo artist. The shop where she worked was only giving her grunt work and cover-ups. She had to cater to the egos of the men she was surrounded with. She had been told they wouldn’t hold her spot. There was no love lost there as she had extra income anyway by having her online shop where she sold prints of original artwork. Despite Charming being small and not all that diverse she had liked the place. She liked it enough that she felt comfortable and confident enough to meet with Jacob Hale about potential properties. With her grandmother’s urging, she had paid for a lease for a business front with an apartment attached. There was only one other tattoo shop located in Charming so she didn’t have much competition.  It was hard leaving her grandmother, but she had been excited about this new chapter in her life. 

SweetSexySavage is her baby. 

When she had been looking at places, Jacob had made a few offhand remarks about the club. She honestly didn’t pay too much attention. She was vaguely aware of a motorcycle club calling Charming its home. Besides, she was born and raised in Oakland. She was familiar with the gangs that ran the streets. She didn’t think she would find herself entangled with a motorcycle club. 

It had only been a week since making a more public display of ownership of her shop. She had moved into the apartment a week prior and was settled in. She had been slowly working on getting the inside of her shop set up when she heard the growl of motorcycles. 

She didn’t think much of it until the door she thankfully had locked held back the man knocking on her windows. 

It was then she met Jax Teller. He had acted as the self-proclaimed welcoming committee as he eyed her work in progress and her body, even more, that was displayed with short cotton shorts and a white wife beater that showed her extensive display of tattoos. 

She barely listened to his speech about offering protection that she politely declined. She didn’t care if he took it as an insult. She didn’t bother either introducing herself to the men that were outside her shop either next to their bikes. She had promptly shown Jax the door, but not before handing him some temporary business cards that detailed the future opening. If there was one thing, she could tell the man hated to be dismissed. 

Luckily, she didn’t receive any more drops bys although she swore she heard bikes passing through. The next unexpected visit had been when she was making visits to local businesses to give flyers for her opening when she had driven onto a lot of Teller - Morrow. 

The lot had been busy with mechanics. The sound of power tools filling the air. She had already been aware that the club was located on the lot. She had been prepared to encounter Jax Teller again. However, she thought she should have been prepared to meet Gemma Teller. 

Mya has a lot of ink. She doesn’t even know how many pieces of art she has now. She consistently adds pieces. When she moved to Charming. Her right arm was done with a colorful sleeve with her lower half being roses and the upper half being peacock feather. She had her wave tattoo on the left side of her neck and the right “perdida y encontrada”. Her left shoulder only had the colorful sunflower and on her forearm, she had a portrait of her grandmother. Her left hand had a lotus flower that extended into a traditional Maori tattoo she had gotten in New Zealand. 

Back then all very tame compared to her left arm is a full sleeve, the hands, small face tats, and few leg pieces she has now. 

Usually, she would wear something more conservative. Charming was hit with a heatwave, so she had conceded to wearing a mango orange tank with some jean shorts with some white forces. A simple outfit and considering she was showing a lot of skin as a first impression, she let her curly hair down. 

She didn’t know what to expect as she walked into the office of Teller-Morrow. The equipment was severely outdated at the first glance. She rolled her eyes internally at the tacky display of busty models on the wall next to business cards. The office was small though it only had a loveseat with a couple of extra folded chairs. There was a window where you could see into the garage. There was one desk where Gemma Teller-Morrow was seated.  

Gemma had greeted her cordially although she could feel the judgment at her tattoos. However, while Gemma was doing her appraisal, Mya was impressed that the woman could pull off a lace shirt clearing displaying her black bra containing an impressive rack. She didn’t know how she was wearing jeans, but the office had AC. 

Gemma had graciously accepted the flyers with a promise to hang them up and spread the word around. She did make an offhand comment that the boys were always looking for ink. Gemma had been also trying to pry her for more info. She could tell Gemma was trying to dig for background. She could also tell the woman was trying to give her warnings on how close-knit the town was and not everyone was built for Charming. 

Mya was about to leave when Jax had popped his head through the door asking Gemma, who she learned then was his mother if she had any request for lunch. Jax's had immediately honed in on her and he had walked fully into the office. He didn’t seem to care his mother was in the room while he practically undressed her. 

She didn’t know if Gemma knew about their previous meeting, but she watched as Gemma leaned back in her chair and Jax had all but forced her to have lunch with him. Mya couldn’t hide her irritation at his demand. Yet, she wasn’t stupid at her shop they were on her turf. The garage was his play area and she knew better than to cause a scene. Although, she could have thrown a tantrum when he insisted she had to ride with him on his bike. She ignored his smug look as she snatched his helmet from him. 

Besides if anything she was getting a free meal and she may not care for Jax. He did have sway. Lunch wasn’t awful, thankfully. She did notice the looks thrown her way and of course the waitress flirting with him. She gave him the illusion he held the power for now. Answered his questions simply and she could tell it pissed him off. She teased him, even more, when she ordered a nice ice cream and she had no problem showing off her tongue piercing as she licked the vanilla cone. 

Lunch was quick and he had driven her back to the lot with a promise to see her around. She rolled her eyes but thanked him for the meal as she skipped to her car. 

She didn’t see him around until her shop opened. She was offering small flash pieces since she was the only artist at the time. The only other person in the shop was a teenager named Amelia, who was going to work at the front desk. The turnout had been more than she expected. She had been nervous and scared, but the small town of Charming had come through for her. It was near the end of the opening when she heard the bikes. The whole club had come to see the new business in their shop. Gemma had come in with who she introduced as her husband, Clay, who was the club’s president. She then met Tig, Happy, Bobby, Opie, and Juice. 

However, the member she connected with the most was Happy, a visiting member she learned. As a fellow tattoo artist, the two had clicked and she even gave him a lotus tattoo on each of his wrists. From then the two had hit it off and he had been coming to her for his tattoos or touch-ups. She even let him have his spot as a guest artist if he stayed in town long enough. 

However, being friends with Happy, meant dealing with Jax more often than not. She thinks the only reason she had come to tolerate Jax was because of Happy. Jax would stop through her shop when Happy was around. It was the only reason that when Jax had asked her to stop by for a party at the clubhouse she went was because it was Happy’s birthday. 

She hates to admit at Happy’s party that somehow she spent most of her evening entertained by Jax. Just not enough to let him in her pants though. She withheld a couple more parties and the only reason was that she hated to admit but witnessing Jax fight in their makeshift ring had turned her on. Mya is well aware that she had issues. 

She thinks it's crazy that it’s been almost two years since then. 

Jax pulls into his designated spot for his bike. He lets her get off and Mya steadies herself on her heels before she walks the small pathway that leads to her apartment instead of going through the shop. 

Jax is silent behind her as she unlocks the door. Immediately as she gets through her front door, she works to remove her heels. She is surprised when Jax kneels to help her unlatch the buckle at her ankle. 

She sighs as her feet touch the plush carpet of the stairs. With her heels in her hands, she works her way up the stairs. Jax locks the first door behind her and follows her up the stairs. 

As she opens the door to her place, they both are instantly greeted by her black cat, Buttercup. Buttercup slides around her ankles, but the traitorous cat purrs longingly as they rub up against Jax. 

Mya clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she makes her way to her bedroom. 

Her apartment was a three-bedroom apartment. The front entry leads into her living room and dining room. In the corner of the dining room were french doors that lead to a small balcony. Off to the side of the dining room was the kitchen. Next to the kitchen lead to a bedroom she used as her art studio. The other half of the apartment was the bathroom that connected to the second bedroom she kept as a guest room mostly for her grandmother. 

Her master bedroom was at the opposite end of the place that had her bathroom and small balcony. Her room was coral. Her queen-sized bed was in the middle of the room with a boho tribal wool rug underneath. On each side of the bed were large elephant ears in terra cotta pots. There was a curricular mirror with gold trim on the wall in the center above her bed. 

She had various artworks displayed on the wall by herself and her artists in the shop. Mya places her shoes next to her dresser and then removes her larger circular silver hoops. She runs her fingers through her hair to break the cast of her gel. 

Mya sighs as she easily tosses aside Jax’s hoodie. She unzips the side of her dress and wiggles out of it just to reveal she only had a pair of navy blue lace thongs underneath. She crawls onto her bed on all fours before she turns and rests on her elbow to look at Jax. She smiles internally as his eyes focus on her breasts, but she rolls her eyes as he has a pissy look on his face as he stands by the end of her bed. 

“You’re not going to be pissy all night are you?” She asks him. 

“Don’t hear from you in two weeks and then I get a call from Unser about you almost being charged with assault.”

“It’s not my fault your whores don’t know their place,” Mya mutters before she crawls to the end of the bed and stands before him on her knees. Her arms wrap around his neck. She doesn’t want to entertain the conversation further. If she thinks too hard she would get mad as to why he would even be mad at her when Ima was the one that instigated it. 

She gives him a sultry smile, “I missed you.”

Jax raises an eyebrow but doesn’t budge, “Yeah.”

Mya nods her head as she has her hands travel down from his neck to the buckle of his belt. She places a kiss on his neck before she motions for him to move back. She places herself between him and the bed as she kneels before him. Mya works his belt and jeans off with no resistance. 

She smiles at him, his pupil’s blown, as she takes him out of his boxers. She presses a kiss to his tip as her hands wrap around him.  She licks him from base to tip. She knows Jax is being difficult as he keeps his hands at his sides. She licks another long stripe before she takes him fully in her mouth. She swallows him whole and she is rewarded with a small groan. She exhales through her nose and steadies herself before she pulls off his length fully. 

She holds him steady with one hand at his base. She begins a bobbing motion up and down his length. When her hands reach for his scrotum, Jax’s self-control seems to break. Hands fist in her black hair as he guides her head and begins moving his hips. Her jaw goes slack as he finds his rhythm and fucks her mouth. 

Mya parts her thighs, ignoring the burn from the carpet, as she begins touching herself. It wasn’t even until she started messing around with Jax that she realized that she does like a little rough sex. She toys with her clit and that is when Jax releases a loud moan. She finds herself yanked off his length. He pulls her up and she gets a glimpse of his blown pupils the blue in his eyes only a rim before he presses a bruising kiss to her lips as she jumps when he rips her thin panties. 

“Get on the bed,” he orders. 

She follows his command as he kicks off jeans and a boxer and rips off his shirt. She lays back on the pillow as she watches his muscles flex with his movement. She thinks she is a weak bitch when it comes to this man. Jax crawls up on the bed and meets her lips. His tongue invades her mouth. She sighs in his mouth as he meets her clit. She is taken back when he flips them so he is on his back. Mya straddles his lap. He helps lift her enough as she guides him inside her. A cry leaves her throat as he fills her up. 

The stretch of him is something she has to get used to. 

Plus it’s been close to two weeks since she let him in her bed. 

She flattens her hands against his chest as she begins to find her rhythm. 

Jax lays back against the pillows as he relaxes and enjoys her bouncing on his cock. 

“Christ,” he mutters as she slams down him one hard thrust. She revels in the delirious moan that he releases. She can tell he is fighting to not roll his eyes in the back of his head. His grip on her sides is hard enough that she knows that she is going to have some bruises. His eyes flutter shut. 

She slows to a grind that makes her shiver as it has him hitting her clit. 

“You still with me?” She teases. 

His eyes snap open. He tugs her down as he places a possessive kiss on her lips before he travels down her neck and across her chest. The sting of the cool air informs her that she will have a lot of lovebites. She continues grinding on him and the pressure on her clit has her so close when she closes her eyes and is taken by surprise when Jax pushes her off him. 

She bounces on the mattress and any protest on her lips leaves as he pins her on her back and buries himself between her thighs.

Mya has no choice but to take what he gives her. He picks up his pace as he hammers into her g-spot. He sucks vibrant hickeys on her neck as Mya screams as he sends her into an orgasm. 

Jax moans loud and long with her as he reaches his release. Mya sobs from the overstimulation as he fills her with his cum. 

Jax crumbles on top of her as they catch their breath. Jax buries his face in her chest as her fingers scratch along the base of his hairline.  They stay like this for a few moments as she feels him softening inside her. She whines when he fully pulls out leaving her empty.  

He immediately scoops her up as he takes her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

“What a prince,” she murmurs tiredly. 

Jax snorts as he places her down. She shivers as her feet touch the cool tile floor. He hands her some baby wipes. 

“You want my shirt?”

Mya nods her head as she sits on the toilet to pee. Jax walks back in with his shirt and places it on the countertop. Mya washes her hands while Jax cleans himself up. Mya thinks it's domestic as they both brush their teeth. Mya slides his t-shirt on as he grabs his boxers from the floor. 

“I want to be the little spoon tonight,” Mya tells him as she slides under the covers. 

“You miss me?” Jax goads as he settles behind her and wraps his arms around her. 

Mya doesn’t bother answering him as she scrunches her nose. Jax isn’t having that as he places his chin between the space of her neck and shoulder and begins rubbing his beard against her. She squeals in surprise as she is ticklish. 

“Jax!”

Jax laughs as he places a kiss on her cheek. “Love you.”

Yet, Jax would take being errand boys and cleaning men over another Bloody '92. However, nothing could have prepared him for the day he had. 

The cordial alliance when the Mayans had only happened due to Mya in a way. She had loose connections with the Mayans as her dad did business with them as he was a co-founder of the Byz Latz that he ran with his cousin, Nero. 

Due to some territory problems, Renaldo, a member of the Byz Latz, had reached out to Mya to see if she could arrange a deal for some guns. Not only did that piss off Jax, but it apparently pissed off Nero, who she viewed as an Uncle. 

Jax had met Nero a couple of times. He knew Mya viewed him as a father figure. Yet, there was always some distance due to her grandmother not approving of the gang lifestyle and Nero respected that. 

In those few small meetings, Jax had come to admire Nero. He was an OG. He gave Jax a different perspective on things when it came to the streets and what it means to be a man. Jax loved and admired Clay. However, he could admit there was a coldness in his stepfather. With Nero, he had no problem showing and accepting the intense emotions life brought. 

And as much as Jax didn't want to make the deal with the Byz Latz, he couldn't regret it as he took point and got closer to Nero. With that business relationship, it was able to expand and he and Nero had come to an agreement to expand Nero's escort service, Diosa.  

Yet it wasn't all roses. Clay had been a tough sale as he hated that they even became partners with Luann for Cara Cara. Then there was the issue in the beginning when a disgruntled father of a girl, who showed up demanding money, ended up smacking the girl when she refused. Unfortunately, that had also been the day his mom had been visiting to get a feel of the place and tried to intervene and the bastard hit her too. 

Clay had not been happy with that and a thorough beat down was given. 

Then after that was settled, Rat Boy had decided to sample what Diosa had to offer despite dating Brooke, who wasn't even mentally stable and got caught. 

A fight broke out between her and a visiting girl, Emma Jean, and soon after the cops raided and Nero lost his lease to the original location. 

As a request on Nero's behalf, he wanted them to find the girl before his crew did. They believed that she had ratted. Thankfully they did find the girl first and a chase had ensued with him dropping his bike with the girl on the back. 

Somehow he had been able to convince Renaldo and Fiasco that they could handle it except they made the bizarre request of asking for her fucking thumb and tit. 

So he had to ask Skeeter for that odd fucking request and have him desecrate some poor woman's body.  

The kicker of it all, it wasn’t the girl who ratted, but the disgruntled father. 

Errand boys were what they were. 

Today, thankfully, was a little bit easier. It was a simple protection run for Unser, but it kept him away from home so he knew Mya was going to be pissed. 

It was already 10 pm and judging from the lack of lights no one was up. Yes, Mya was pissed. 

Jax parks his bike in the driveway. He doesn't bother with opening the garage door as he doesn't want to risk waking anyone up. He unlocks the front door and enters the home as quietly as he can. He locks the door and proceeds to slip his shoes off. He hangs up his kutte and hoodie before going into the kitchen to grab some water. 

He smirks as he sees a glass cup on the counter with a sticky note telling him that there is a plate for him in the toaster oven. He turns the dial on and walks over to the fridge and pours some water. 

He takes a big gulp of his drink and turns to go back to the toaster oven.

"BOO!"

"Jesus Christ." Jax jumps before his body freezes. He looks down at the small figure standing in front of him covered in a white sheet with holes cut out for the eyes.  

"I'm a ghost, Daddy!"

Jax doesn't know whether to frown, laugh, or be mad as he looks down at his three-year-old daughter. 

Leticia Ria Teller was a wrecking ball of energy since she came into the world. Jax didn't really know love until he held his baby girl into his arms. It scares him sometimes how much love he has for his girls and he prays he comes home every day to them. 

Jax takes the sheet off his daughter. He is rewarded with a bright smile that shows all her baby teeth. She is dressed in her pajamas of a black SAMCRO shirt and satin zebra sleep shorts with a matching headscarf protecting her curls. If there is one thing his little girl is going to do is to have all her outfits matching even down to her underwear and painted nails. 

She looks so much like her mother it pains him thinking of his little girl getting older. 

"What are you doing out of bed?" He asks. Her bedtime was typically 7:30 pm.  

"I heard your bike, Daddy," she answers simply. She moves closer to him and she does the universal signal of wanting to be picked up as she extends her hands. 

Jax knows he shouldn't as Mya has been on him that it's going to be an issue in a few months. Yet, Jax can't deny his princess of anything. 

As he picks his girl up, he is rewarded with a kiss and a hug. "I missed you, Daddy."

"I missed you too, Letty," he tells her softly and places a kiss on her head. Letty smiles and he is rewarded in seeing her two dimples. "Still you shouldn't be out of bed."

Letty pouts slightly. "But I didn't get to see you all day!"

"I know. I'm sorry, baby."

"How come I can't come to work with you instead of Mommy?"

Jax hides his wince. He doesn't mind Letty coming to the shop. He loves it and it's always fun seeing Letty imitate his mother doing paperwork. However, since this new deal with the Byz Latz was fresh he didn't want his daughter on the lot in case something happened. He couldn't help his paranoia even though it was messing up his daughter's routine. 

Letty had started Daycare part-time. She would go two full days and rotate every other Friday. On the days she didn't go she would spend time with Mya at her shop or at Teller-Morrow. However, he had asked his mom if she would just take Letty out for the day for a few hours especially if he was not on the lot like today.  

"Did you not have fun with Grandma today?" He asks as the toaster oven dinged. He grabs a potholder as he gets his food. He opens the tin foil to find homemade Mac n cheese with some fried chicken and he's not surprised to see some garlic bread. Mya has been craving that lately. 

"We went shopping! Grandma gots some new shoes. She also brought me some hair clips that are flowers! We also got a cool Halloween costume! Daddy, you're still going tricks or treating, right!"

Whereas Mya was obsessed with Christmas, their little girl was obsessed with all things Halloween this year. He didn’t even know how a three-year-old could become obsessed with a holiday, but all things witches, vampires, ghosts, and any other scary little creature his little girl liked. He blamed it on some corrupt soul at the daycare, which Mya only rolled her eyes at. 

“And what’s your Halloween costume?” He asked. He doubted it was going to be the little peacock costume when she was a baby and last year she dressed up as Frida Khalo. 

“It’s a surprise, Daddy. And I got two costumes. One for school and one for trick or treating. Mama told Grandma what to get so we are all matching!”

Jax’s eyebrows fly to his hairline. “Matching?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Letty says exhaustingly. Jax moves them to the table and he smiles as Letty grabs a napkin for him. 

It’s quiet as Jax works on eating his dinner with his free hand as his daughter plays with the rings on his other hand. He practically inhales his dinner as he knows that his daughter shouldn’t really be up this late as she is going to be cranky. Though he treasures these small moments the most. 

“Oh, Daddy, you got a package today. Ollie dropped it off. I don’t think Mommy liked it. She scrunched her nose when she looked at it.” Letty points toward the side door, which leads to their garage and he knew whatever it meant she didn't want Letty to snoop to see. 

Jax frowns. “Okay, let’s get you to bed.”

Letty gives him a frown of her own and he knows she is going to give protest, which he nips in the bud. “Come on, you don’t want to be tired for trick or treating. You know Mommy and I are letting you stay up late with your cousins.”

Letty sighs but doesn’t object as she jumps down from his lap. He leaves his plate on the table as he walks up the stairs to Letty’s bedroom. Her room is an emerald green color, which she requested a couple of months ago. She jumps on her bed and gets under the covers of her floral duvet. He tucks her in snug causing her to giggle. He bends down and kisses her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Jax smiles and gives her another kiss before he leaves the room. He makes his way back to the kitchen and cleans his dishes before going into the garage. He finds a box on his workbench taped. He opens the box to see a small red cooler. 

He opens the cooler and sighs as he looks at the thumb and tit that the Byz Latz requested. Jax runs a hand down his face before closing the box. It doesn’t take a genius to know why Mya is pissed. He makes his way back into the house to go to the master bedroom. 

Is he surprised to find Mya up, no? He knows that Letty wouldn’t be moving along the house freely without Mya knowing. Mya, with her hair wrapped in a scarf and one of his oversized shirts, is up on their bed with her small portable drafting table. 

“Hey,” he greets. 

“How was the run?”

“Easy. No issues,” he tells her as he begins to remove his clothing. “You didn’t have to stay up.”

“You think I stayed up for you? I knew Letty wouldn’t go to sleep until you came home. Might as well work on a sketch,” she tells him as she powers down her tablet and looks at him fully. 

Jax shakes his head as he walks over to Mya’s side of the bed. He leans down and places a kiss on her lips. She doesn’t deny him as she returns it. 

“How was your day?” He asks as he moves her drafting table to the side and sits on the edge of the bed. 

Mya leans back against her pillows. “Jax.”

Jax sighs. “I didn’t know it would get brought to the house.”

Mya had made it very clear that their house wouldn’t be a breeding house for club business. As much as Mya was a supportive old lady, she had boundaries. She didn’t want club business on their front steps. She wasn’t like his mother where they would use his mother’s dining room table to discuss tactics. This was their home for their family - daughter. He respected that boundary as there are days when he needs to leave club shit at the club and not bring it home. 

“So that makes it all better?”

“We didn’t kill anybody,” Jax replies. “Just…” Jax trails off as he doesn’t want to really be discussing this. 

“Just what?” Mya presses. Her brown eyes lock with his blue ones. 

Jax runs a hand down his face before he grabs her free hand. “That worker at Nero’s place, Emma Jean, Renaldo and Fiasco wanted that as proof we handled it.”

Mya scrunches her nose. “That’s fucking disturbing, Jax.”

“Exactly why I didn’t want to say anything.”

Mya rolls her eyes. “This doesn’t work when you tell me things that you think I don’t want to hear.”

Jax huffs. He moves his hand from hers and then places it on her abdomen. 

“Don’t use this as an excuse.”

“How you feeling?” Jax asks as he knows this conversation is going to get him nowhere good. 

At his question, it seems all the fight leaves her. Her hand covers his, “Okay. Letty wants to paint my belly as the baby needs a Halloween costume.”

Jax snorts as he runs his thumb back and forth on her slowly expanding stomach. She was 17 weeks pregnant and at their next doctor appointment hopefully, they would be finding out if they were going to have another daughter or a son. “She said we had matching Halloween costumes.”

Mya laughs, “Oh yeah. I’m not telling you. It’s going to be a complete surprise.”

Jax smiles and places a kiss on her lips. “I’m going to get ready for bed. I know we’re going to be in for a busy day.”

. . . 

Charming Tots wasn’t the first option Mya wanted to send her daughter to for daycare. One, she thinks the name was stupid. When she says it, it reminds her of tater tots. Two, it is expensive as shit. However, out of all the childcare centers, it is the one that had the best curriculum. 

As much as she is grateful that Gemma has no problem being free childcare, her little girl needs to socialize with other kids and not the adults at Teller Morrow and her tattoo shop. 

However, as much as Gemma had warned her about the uppity mothers, she still wasn’t prepared for how they would actually act. Mya knows she stands out in Charming from her tattoos, outfits, and her skin. She knows as much as the women in the town put on the front of hating the club and being disgusted by Jax, they wouldn’t hesitate to sleep with him. 

She does not look forward to the mommy politics of Letty’s school years. It doesn’t help that her little girl is a social butterfly and even if parents weren’t scared of Gemma shoving a cappuccino up their asses, Letty is friends with them anyways. There were a lot of playdates in Letty’s calendar that she and Gemma rotated with. 

However, she thinks she prefers the small superficial playdates over the seasonal festivities the daycare throws. It’s one thing to be subjected to the parents of her daughter's class. It’s a whole other thing to be subjected to the looks and whispers of the whole facility. 

Mya is standing off to the side as she watches Letty, dressed up as the Grim Reaper, with Jax tossing some rings on a display of pumpkins. She had to hold back the laughter she felt once the other parents realized what her daughter decided to go as. The Reaper was inspired by the club’s insignia. Jax had laughed when he saw it. It was a bit of twisted humor, but his daughter was in this intense obsession with all things Halloween. 

Mya laughs to herself as she notices one of the teachers approach Jax and Letty. She can tell her daughter is instantly annoyed by the interruption to the game and her time with her daddy. Letty is the epitome of a daddy’s girl that she knows once the baby is born it is going to be an issue. 

She watches as Letty’s nose scrunches up and cocks her hips and places her fists on her hips. It’s a perfect imitation of Gemma. 

“They have no shame, do they?”

Mya turns and finds herself looking into the eyes of a pretty young blonde. The woman looks familiar, but can’t place her. 

“I’m Lyla. I have a son in the preschool class, Piper.”

“Mya.”

“Jax Teller’s old lady,” Lyla adds. 

“Is that all I’m known for?” Mya remarks a bit bitterly. 

Lyla’s face goes red. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean -”

“You’re fine,” Mya says a bit dismissively. Despite the years of being with Jax, all her accomplishments were ignored as it seems her status with Jax took precedent. 

“No, I mean,” Lyla closes her mouth before taking a deep breath. “I just moved to town. I work for Luann. I’ve seen you in passing at the clubhouse. I’m sorry -”

Mya softens. “You’re okay. Welcome to Charming. How long have you been here?”

“Only a couple of months.”

“Just you and your son?”

Lyla nods. “Once the Brandy Bunches found out they were real welcoming.”

Mya snorts. It seemed with the presence of the club, the town wanted to push for those family values of a happy family meant marriage, the family dog, the minimum of two kids, and the white picket fence.  “Yeah, as much as I love this school, the gossip is a bit ridiculous.”

“Mama, look what I won!”

Mya looks down to find her daughter holding a stuffed Ghost plushie. 

“I’m going to name her Meg!” Letty announces in her excitement as she hands over the stuffed toy. “Oh, Mama, can I go paint some pumpkins!”

Mya is barely able to nod her head and get a word in edgewise when Letty takes off and joins her friends. Mya looks back to see where Jax is still standing with that teacher talking to him. 

Mya isn’t blind to the fact Jax is a beautiful man. She doesn’t mind that people look. It’s just the blatant disrespect people have for her relationship with Jax. The fact they can openly flirt with him at a school function with their daughter in view. 

“Excuse me, Lyla.”

Mya makes her way down to the ringtoss where Jax is still standing with his arms folded talking to the teacher. “Is everything okay?”

The teacher, Ms. Miller, jumps and gives a burst of nervous laughter. “Oh, Mya, I was just telling Jax how smart Letty is. She has an amazing vocabulary for a three-year-old. She is a joy to have here.”

Mya eyes the teacher and what is a conservative white sundress with a pair of gladiator sandals. Ms. Miller is the Group Supervisor of the Pre-K kids. Occasionally, Ms. Miller would be a teacher in Letty’s class occasionally. Ms. Miller always had nice things to say about Letty to Jax. Every time Mya picks up and Ms. Miller happens to be in the room instead of greeting her, the woman asks about Jax. 

It’s petty bullshit that she can’t stand. 

Mya gives a strained smile that Jax can see through as he throws her a wink. Asshole.

Jax clears his throat and moves over to Mya and throws an arm around her shoulder. “It was nice talking to you, Ms. Miller.”

Mya lets herself be led away. She can’t help the frown on her face. 

“You okay?” Jax asks. 

“What did the ever perky Ms. Miller have to say?”

“The usual.”

“Hmmm.”

“You know she came to a clubhouse party. One of her friends is a croweater.”

“What! Why in the hell didn’t you tell me that!” Mya growls. 

“Honestly, forgot about it,” Jax tells her truthfully. He doesn’t pay much attention to the ever-changing girls at the clubhouse. Besides, these days he was at home with his girls to take stock in who were becoming regulars, or if they were on the lot not during a clubhouse party.  “I don’t really pay attention to those girls, My, you know that.”

Mya elbows him in the gut causing him to let out a pained oomph. “You shouldn’t entertain her bullshit anyways.”

“Well she is our daughter’s teacher, babe, I can’t really ignore her,” Jax says diplomatically. 

Mya rolls her eyes. 

“I saw you talking to Lyla.”

Mya scowls. “Jesus, when did you become mister fucking social butterflies with all the moms.”

“Apparently carrying a kid on my shoulders makes me a baby magnet,” Jax tells her with a waggle of his eyebrow.

“Are you trying to sleep on the couch tonight?”

Jax laughs as he places a kiss on her head and they join their daughter at the pumpkin painting table. 

. . . 

Jax isn’t sure how it was only him that had a matching costume with Letty. He is also confused about how he was Georgie in a yellow raincoat with the red balloon and his daughter was Pennywise. Mya had tortured him and his daughter both with plenty of pictures. Then they all met Opie, Donna, and the kids for their round of trick or treating. 

It was nice seeing Opie and Donna managing to be in the same room after a particularly nasty divorce. 

Of course, as expected, his little firecracker of a daughter had expunged all her energy fairly quickly. She refused to take a nap after the festival. Mya and Jax had chuckled quietly as they watched Letty's energy wane and she turned sluggish. Jax had picked her up and taken her to a couple of houses before she had dozed off completely. 

Letty slept like a rock as they worked to remove most of the Pennywise makeup and costume. They tucked her in before they made the trek back to the living room. 

Jax smirks as he eyes Mya rummaging through Letty's candy on the couch. 

"Stealing our daughter’s candy, eh?"

Mya rolls her eyes. "I'm checking it."

"Sure."

A Reese hitting him in the forehead is the response. Mya giggles as she takes a Kit Kat. 

Jax opens the package and stuffs it in his mouth. He waits until Mya is down eating her piece of candy before he pounces gently as Mya is pregnant.

"Jax!"

Jax laughs as he traps her in his arms and blows a raspberry in her neck. Mya tries to wiggle out of his arms with no success. She huffs annoyed, but she melts into him with her back to his front. 

Jax smirks. He places a soft kiss on her neck as penance and his hand trails down and gently cups the small swell of her belly. 

She is going to give him another child. He would have been happy with just Letty, but he had been ecstatic when Mya had said she wouldn't mind another baby or two.

"She's growing up so fast, Jax."

"I know," he says. It seems it all went by in a blink of an eye from Mya telling him she was pregnant to him holding his daughter. Now, she was three and had him wrapped around her fingers just as much as Mya did. 

"You think she's going to be okay with the baby."

Jax frowns as he knows Mya has been worried about Letty's reaction. They told Letty that there would be a baby coming, but they both didn’t know if she understood what that meant. 

He knows Letty is territorial and possessive. He knows any child getting a sibling struggles with the adjustment. 

However, he knows his daughter. Despite her little bossy nature that will have him sprouting gray hair, she will be just as territorial and possessive of her sibling. 

"She's going to be fine, babe. She'll probably like having someone to boss around."

"Yeah, I wonder where she gets that from."

"Gemma," Jax replies and is rewarded with a laugh from Mya. 

Mya wiggles and he loosens his hold as she turns to face him. 

"Will you be upset if it's not a boy?"

Jax frowns as he looks into her dark brown eyes. "All I want is a safe and healthy delivery for you and the kid."

"Jax…"

"What?"

"Unless you change club bylaws, you can't pass the club down to Letty."

Jax doesn't like where this is headed. He is also worried about who is pushing that shit in her ears. He can only guess who it is.

"Babe, you, Letty, and this and any future baby, are more important than anything. I love my club, but I love you and the children more. The club isn't my legacy. The club isn't my dad's legacy. The kids are. So this shit about needing an heir to the throne or whatever is bullshit."

"You mean that?"

"Of course, I do. Nothing comes before this family - before you."

Mya gives him a watery smile as she leans forward and presses a kiss on his lips. Jax smiles into the kiss and nips at her bottom lip to gain access. She allows him in easily as he switches their position and slides between her legs. 

He's mindful of his weight as the kiss becomes deeper. Mya’s legs come up and wrap around him. 

He pulls back once the need for air becomes too much. Mya’s eyes are hazy with lust and her lips are fuller. He loves her so much it scares him sometimes. 

"I love you."

She rewards him with a soft, gentle smile. "I know, but I want you to show me."

A lecherous grin spreads across his face as he knows that she's it for him. The ring he has been holding onto for far too long deserves to be placed on her finger. 

Jax is pretty sure Mya spent over a thousand bucks decorating their house for Christmas including the exterior. This is their “first” Christmas together in the new house they bought. After a lot of push and pull and Mya’s particular and expensive ass taste, they had finally managed to buy what she called their forever home. 

That meant Jax somehow agreed to purchase a large live evergreen tree. He was becoming instantly annoyed with the thing as pine needles seemed to always get in his shoes or hair when Mya makes him water the tree.

The tree is decorated with multi-colored lights and various expensive ornaments with a nice extravagant white star on top. Jax thinks even his mother doesn’t go all out like this for the holidays. However, his mom does have a reaper that goes on top of their various Christmas trees throughout his childhood. Although the most shocking observation of the tree is how many presents were under the damn thing.

Jax never thought that a house would unlock his tattoo goddess being a literal Cindy Lou Who. Yes, Mya does compare him to being the Grinch, as he eyed the tinsels, figurines, lights, bells, and even the decorative plates with matching salt and pepper shakers. He thinks it is too much, but Mya simply insists it is because not one thing in this house is a Christmas-themed reaper. She even thinks it is funny when she personally decorated him with an ugly Christmas sweater with a Reaper for a Christmas party at the clubhouse.

Jax is nursing a Miller Lite on their emerald green velvet couch watching “The Year without Santa Claus” while Mya is in the kitchen making them another batch of cookies for his mom’s Christmas party. She had banned him from the kitchen. 

Mya finally migrates back into the living room with some cookies – peanut butter and chocolate – with a glass of milk for her. Mya has her hair in a loose messy bun. She is wearing very short short cream-colored pajama shorts that showcase the sparse tattoos on her legs with a loose-fitting matching sweater with socks to complete the look.

He replaces his beer for the cup and cookies she has to offer him. 

“Are you enjoying the movie?” Mya asks as she settles next to him on the couch.

“Thomas loved these movies as a kid. My mom had them taped on VHS tapes and he insisted on watching them every day until Christmas.” Jax says smiling at the memory of his little brother. Thomas loves every holiday there is, but Christmas is his favorite. Even when he was in the hospital for one Christmas, he decorated his room and made the nurses Christmas decorations and cards. 

“At least someone appreciates my mad decorating skills.” 

“I like your decorating skills,” Jax says after taking a bite of his cookie. 

“No funny business.” 

“None.”

“You never told me your favorite holiday.”

“Oh that’s easy my birthday,” Jax replies cheekily.

Mya rolls her eyes, “That’s not a holiday.”

“Oh trust me, babe, you made it a holiday.”

“You are such a perv,” Mya smacks his shoulder. “Seriously what’s your favorite holiday?”

“Christmas because of Thomas and you.”

Mya lets out a watery smile before placing a soft sweet kiss on his lips.

He has noticed that Mya has been prone to tears lately. It took a lot to get Mya to an intense emotional state. Lately, it seems for the lack of better words, she is emotional.

“You’re not having a cookie?”

Mya shakes her head as she grabs the throw blanket. “My stomach took a turn.”

Jax raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re alright?”

She nods her head. “Just a stomach bug, I think.”

Jax decides not to press now. He doesn’t want to ruin the festive mood.

After they finished another Christmas movie, it is ten minutes to midnight when they travel back to their bedroom. Mya removes her socks as she crawls up on top of the bed while Jax makes quick work of stripping down to his boxers.

Jax smiles as he watches Mya eye him removing his clothes, “You like what you see?” 

“Always,” Mya says as she crawls to the edge of the bed. She gets on her knees wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a kiss on his lips.

“You know what we’re missing in our decorations,” Jax whispers against his lips.

“What?”

“Mistletoe,” answers as he brings her to lay back flat on the bed peppering her face with kisses.

“Hmm,” Mya replies into his kiss.

Jax pulls back from the kiss and grins at the sight of Mya’s swollen lips. He looks at the clock to see it was past midnight, “Merry Christmas.”

Jax watches as Mya smiles and lifts up her hand to trace his face and tug on his beard a little, “Merry Christmas, Jackson.”

Jax bends down and gives her a slow and passionate kiss while his hand travels up from her thigh to under her shirt, “Now I can unwrap my favorite present.”

Mya snickers as she pulls back, “That was incredibly cheesy.”

“So now you’re complaining about my holiday spirit?” Jax mumbles as he makes quick work in “unwrapping” his favorite “gift”.

. . . 

With the club, Christmas always is a big and expensive endeavor. Things happen in what he calls two phases. The first phase means hauling ass over to his mother’s to exchange gifts. By that time, the second phase begins where the club begins trickling in for the festive feast. Usually, it means by nightfall he doesn’t have the energy to go home, so it’s a night in his childhood bedroom. The downside is he has yet been able to convince Mya for some nighttime adult activities. 

Jax steps out of his truck and heads to the back. He grabs the bag full of gifts while Mya holds the containers for her cookies. 

“Hey.”

Mya looks up at him. She has forgone wearing one of her various wigs and has her natural curls out. Her makeup is simple, well simple for him, as she has what she calls a “no-makeup- makeup” look. Lip gloss illuminates her full lips. He leans down and presses a kiss to her lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Jax smiles and Mya leads the way to his mom’s backdoor. He can hear some raised voices and he writes it off that it’s the general excitement of the holiday. 

Mya opens the door for him and he walks in expecting a hug or maybe a kiss in greeting from his mother. He doesn’t get that. 

“Did you know about this!”

Jax and Mya look wide-eyed at his mother. 

“Ma, I already -”

“I already heard you, Thomas,” Gemma snaps at his younger brother. 

“Did I know what?” Jax asks calmly. He places the bags of presents next to the kitchen island. 

“Your brother thought it was a smart idea to elope with Eleanor Hale!” His mother screeches. 

Jax blinks. He did not expect that news. Hell, he didn’t even know that his brother was seeing someone. “She pregnant?”

“Jesus Christ!” Thomas says annoyed. “Why does everyone think that?”

Jax shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a valid question. Is she here?”

Thomas and Clay both snort. Jax takes that as a no. He isn’t surprised though his brother would do something like this. However, considering how much of a helicopter mom they have, he knows his mom is just upset that she wasn’t privy to this relationship. Now, he knows his mother is going to be in a foul mood for the rest of the day. 

He approaches his mom and kisses her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Ma.”

Gemma softens a bit as she returns the greeting with a kiss of her own. However, he is all but forgotten as she greets Mya with a hug. Jax isn’t too sure of how exactly Mya’s and Gemma’s relationship works. He knows that his mom was skeptical of Mya in the beginning. It took her a while to warm up to her. Yet, he has noticed since they bought the house, the two have been thick as thieves and hurting his and Clay’s wallet with their shopping sprees. 

Gemma grabs the container of cookies and places them on the counter. “Now, I better not expect you two to fucking elope,” she warns. 

Jax internally winces at the mention of marriage. It took long enough to convince Mya that they should have a house together. He is almost convinced that she will get his crow on the condition he slaps her name on him. Yet, Mya doesn’t flinch or bristle at the word marriage. He takes that as a good sign. 

“We don’t have a death wish, Gem,” Mya replies with a smile. 

Gemma purses her lips but doesn’t press. “Well, I need a fucking cigarette after this.”

Jax rolls his eyes and turns to his brother. “Help me get the rest of the gifts out my truck.”

Jax places another kiss on Mya’s cheek before he walks out the door. As soon as the door closes, he punches Thomas in the shoulder. “Nice move, asshole.”

Thomas rubs his shoulder. “Mom’s being overdramatic.”

“What did you expect marrying a Hale? Keeping her away from Mom isn’t going to change anything either. It’s just going to make her angrier.”

“Well, I’m your brother help smooth things over.”

Jax shakes his head. “You’re on your own with this one, brother.”

“Well, gee, thanks. Remember that next time when you’re in the dog house with Mya.”

Jax throws his brother a smile before putting his arm around his neck. He knows Thomas struggled in the house growing up. His heart condition made his mom extra vigilant. Thomas always fought for more independence - freedom. There were a lot of late nights his mom would wait up for his younger brother when he could sneak out. 

He also knows his brother struggled with their Life. He didn’t gravitate the club and outlaw life the way he did. Thomas took to the books and school. Instead of an outlaw biker, his brother was in school to become a cardiologist. He just returned to Charming to start his first year in his residency. 

“Just pop out a grandbaby. It’ll smooth things over.”

“Seriously, she’s not pregnant!” Thomas groans. “I love her, alright. I want her to be welcomed in the family.”

“I think it will be more about her family welcoming us,” Jax informs his brother. “I wish I could see their faces though.”

Thomas smiles and laughs. “God, can you imagine the family functions?”

. . .

Despite the morning, the holiday celebration goes smoothly. His mom is still in a mood with Thomas. However, his attentions are on his old lady. He watches as she moves between everyone and makes sure they are comfortable and taken care of. She is flawlessly handling the position of Old Lady. After one day, she will be Queen. He even sees his mom stand back and admire her. 

A smile tugs at his lips as Kenny and Ellie approach Mya. She leans down and listens to what they are saying before they whisk her away to the kitchen. 

“So is it going to be a baby or marriage first?”

Jax turns his head to look at Opie. “I’m on Mya’s schedule with that one, bro.”

“But you want it, yeah?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

Opie laughs. “Naw, she has you pussy whipped.”

Jax throws him a wolfish grin. “Despite how much she is little Miss Christmas, I think she would punch me if I proposed to her on Christmas.”

Opie nods his head. “She’s good for you - for the family.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They watch as the kids come back into the room with cups. Their faces flushed and red. Mya follows behind with a smile on her face. She has a juice box in her hand. He has noticed that she isn’t drinking her usual wine. Jax motions with his head that he wants her. She walks over and he tugs her in his lap. 

“What are they up to?”

“They wanted to try some alcohol,” she tells him. 

Opie chokes on his beer. 

“Relax, I got them some sparkling grape juice,” Mya tells them. 

“Christ, My,” Opie mutters. 

Mya smiles. 

Jax grabs the juice from her hand. “You sure you are feeling okay?”

“I think I would be feeling worse if I was drinking.”

Jax frowns, but he doesn’t press. 

Mya gives him a kiss. “I’m okay, really.”

. . . 

Jax had expected Mya to be under the covers when he stepped into his childhood bedroom. Instead, she is up sitting on the edge. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…I have one more gift to give you. I wanted to wait until we got home, but I wanted to do it before Christmas is over.”

Jax raises his eyebrows. Mya is nervous. He sits on the edge of the bed and she passes him over a small box. 

He rips open the wrapping paper and opens the small box. He looks up at Mya, who is eying him apprehensively. He moves the tissue paper. His brows furrow as he eyes the small black piece of fabric that has SAMCRO stamped across the front like his plain shirts. He picks up the fabric revealing it to be a onesie. 

“Shit,” his eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?”

Mya nods her head. 

Jax smiles wide and he pulls Mya into his arms and hugs her tightly. She laughs as he smothers her with kisses. 

It was already 10 pm and judging from the lack of lights, no one was up. Yes, Mya was pissed. 

Jax parks his bike in the driveway. He doesn't bother with opening the garage door not wanting to risk waking anyone up. He unlocks the front door and enters the home as quietly as he can. He locks the door and proceeds to slip his shoes off. He hangs up his kutte and hoodie before going into the kitchen to grab some water. 

He smirks as he sees a glass cup on the counter with a sticky note telling him that there is a plate for him in the toaster oven. He turns the dial on and walks over to the fridge and fills his glass. 

He takes a big gulp of his drink and turns to go back to the toaster oven.

"BOO!"

"Jesus Christ." Jax jumps before his body freezes. He looks down at the small figure standing in front of him covered in a white sheet with holes cut out for the eyes.  

"I'm a ghost, Daddy!"

Jax doesn't know whether to frown, laugh, or be mad as he looks down at his three-year-old daughter.