the moment jax finds out reader is pregnant, he'll get his shit together for her n the baby, quickly books doctor appointments, gets her vitamins and anything pregnant women need to stay healthy during the pregnancy. he also gets extra protective and some chemicals in his brain shifts where his sense of danger and threat is heightened, or maybe he's just paranoid, but whatever it is, it makes him lowkey dangerous to be around when it has to do anything with his pregnant wife.
he doesn't tolerate mistakes or slip ups when it comes to her, if she's served a beer or something with raw fish in it. and he made sure everyone in the club knew she was pregnant and to be extra careful around her, is that so hard to understand?
His behaviour gets worse the more she starts to show, he won't even let her walk in the bar anymore because he doesn't want her to inhale the tobacco in the air, or be around stinky sailor-cursing bikers, no offense or anything. But also he really doesn't like how some men look at his wife while she's round and carrying his baby, he knows she's beautiful, a ray of sunshine, and worst of all, even in pregnancy she glows and looks so adorable, and he's a selfish bastard, so he doesn't want to share her with others.
The only person who can really pry his pretty wife off his hands is his mum, Gemma, and she's so excited to be a grandma. The moment they broke the news to her, she was over the moon, so excited and happy for her son to become a dad. So, at the earliest convenience, she kidnaps Jax’s wife literally out of their bed, while Jax is all groggy and pissed off, hair sticking in all directions, shirtless and georgous. Gemma is literally dancing in their bedroom, with a glass or orange juice in her hand, “Come on, rise and shine, I'm taking you shopping today!”
Jax’s prettiest girl is confused as she sits up in the bed, “How did you get in?”
“Mum, get out,” Jax is not happy at all, glaring at his mum while sitting up in the bed, making sure the sheets stay above his belly button while his wife accepts the glass of orange juice and drinks the whole thing, “Thanks, Gemma, I was thirsty,”
“You were?” Jax rasps, voice deep from sleep, holding his wife's hand in his, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes.
“Hm, I was,” His wife nods and he hums, “I'll get you water bottles to keep in the bedroom at night,”
“Thank you,” She smiles and stretches, he watches her stretch her arms above her bed, arching her back and rolling her neck, he suddenly gets the urge to kiss her silly but remembers his mother was still in their bedroom, “Get out!”
“I will! I'll make breakfast, your favourite, so don't go back to sleep,” Gemma says, holding her hands in the air in surrender and slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“How did she even get in? I locked the door yesterday,” Jax asked, running his hands through his hair.
“You gave her a spare key in case of emergencies, remember?” She says, getting out of the bed and going over to the windows, cracking one of them open to let in fresh air.
“Does it look like we're having an emergency?” Jax grumbles, annoyed at being woken up before he wakes up on his own, he was planning to sleep in, spend time with his wife and do some planning for the next months but that's all thrown out of the window now because his mum was too excited to call.
Jax sighs, his shoulders slumping, then he looks up at his pretty wife, wearing one of his old ratty t-shirts and underwear, the fabric hiding the small bump he knew was there. She stood barefoot on the carpet, the sun shining behind her, looking so soft and cute he wanted nothing more than to drag her back in bed and bury himself inside her until they're satisfied. And with that, he feels tingling in his groin and he's reminded of his morning wood, great.
“Do you want to shower together? I'll take care of you,” She smiles and he wants to scream out of the window about how he's the luckiest bastard in the world. So he quickly gets out of the bed, almost tripping on the sheets making his wife giggle. Then he grabs her by the waist and pinches at her sides, making her squeal and laugh, “Stop! Your mum will hear!”
Jax sighs, right, they had a guest.
She immediately notices the change of his demeanour and cups his face, “I know you'll talk to her, set boundaries, she knows better than to do that again.”
Jax covers her hands in his, then turns his head, kissing her palm, “Okay, darling,”
“Okay,” She says and he grabs her hands, takes them down from his face and pulls her in the bathroom.
.
.
.
Jax gets cute aggression the bigger his wife gets, and he's shameless with it too, squeezes her tight in his arms, keeps kissing and squishing her cheeks in his hands, bites her thighs when they're at home and coos at her, talks to her like a baby when they're alone, because he enjoys her annoyed reaction to them, but also because he can't help it! When he especially annoys her, she tells him that she's a grown woman who's pregnant because his dick was inside her, and all he does is laugh loudly.
He's also sweet and patient when she starts to get quickly tired, when her muscles ache and when her feet get sore, also when she's constantly hot and sweating, and all Jax does is buy her more and more of her favourite soaps, shower gels, lotions and shampoos in her favourite scents to make her feel better about the changes in her body. He still loves her either way, and his dick always gets hard when he looks at her, even if she's sweaty and smelly as she claims, but something primal in his brain only understands that she's pregnant, healthy, and his, and that, he really likes.
As much as her mood swings give her a hard time, with the changes in her hormones and all, Jax finds himself secretly enjoying them, not in a twisted sick way, but in a “my wife cries and I'm the only one who can comfort her” way.
This happens a few times, where he's busy with club activities while she's hanging out with his mum and the other old ladies, then he gets a call from his mum, saying that his wife is crying, sobbing and is on her way to the club, that they tried to stop her but she left anyways. And the first things Jax asks is; is she alone? how is she coming to the club? is she driving???
Before any of his questions are answered, he hears her ask for him and he but leaps out of his chair, leaving the meeting they were having and she's right there, dressed like the prettiest thing in the world, her cheeks tender, her nose runny and her eyes glassy and a bit red from crying. As soon as her eyes land on him, she sobs and he quickly goes to her, gathers her in his arms, making sure not to squeeze her bump between them and shushes her, stroking her back, kissing her wet cheeks and letting her burrow in the crook of his neck.
He ends up sitting somewhere private with her in his lap, sniffling and hiccuping, and Jax doesn't like to see his baby cry, but then he's not too bothered because she's pregnant and if anything bad happened, Gemma would have told him at least.
So he finally asks when she's less frantic, “Why are you crying, babe?”
She freezes and he frowns, squeezing her thigh once, “Are you alright? You can tell me,”
“You'll think it's stupid,” She whispered and he immediately hugged her to his chest, “I'll never, baby, I promise.”
“It's– I read in a magazine about these orphan baby monkeys-” Her voice catches in her throat and she starts crying again, Jax coos, patting her back through her devastated sobs, “There's so much pollution– The poor babies, they're– They're so tiny-”
“Here, here, I'm sure they'll get rescued and put in a zoo or something,” He says, a small smile on his lips.
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TW: threats to women, pranks, lessons in respect, cussing, canon typical violence.
A/N: tried to do a reaction thingy, but also made it kind of a story ? Also 1st time writing Jax and Tig so be gentle lol. 😅
Tig Trager
The air smells like oil and old leather, and Tig’s grin has trouble written all over it. He’s leaning against the bar, tapping his ringed fingers on the counter, eyes locked on you with that restless blue gleam that means he’s about to do something stupid. Juice has just explained the trend, and now Tig’s gaze flicks between the phone in Juice's hand and your unsuspecting form, flipping through a worn magazine at the bar.
He saunters closer, boots heavy against the wood floor. “So, doll…” he drawls, voice syrupy-sweet.
You look up, already suspicious. “Tig—”
He lunges halfway forward, jerky and loud, hands shooting out as if he’s about to grab your shoulders.
But you don’t flinch.
You blink once, unimpressed, eyes narrowing.
Tig freezes, hands hovering midair. The smirk dies.
“…You were supposed to—”
You snap the magazine shut, hard enough to make him jump this time.
“You pull thus shit again, you better flinch,” you mutter, sliding off the stool.
Chibs is wheezing in the corner, Jax is half choking on his beer, and Tig’s standing there like a scolded dog.
“She didn’t even twitch,” Jax laughs.
“Yeah,” Tig mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Think I just discovered I’m the one who flinches.”
Tig’s still arguing about his failed attempt, Jax is goading Chibs, and Juice is replaying footage of the trend. But Happy’s in his chair at the corner table, quiet and watching.
You’re curled up on the couch nearby, scrolling through your phone headphones on, when Juice calls over, “C’mon, Hap, your turn!”
Happy doesn’t even look up. “No.”
Tig laughs. “What, scared she’ll deck ya?”
Happy’s gaze lifts—slow, measured. “No,” he says again, tone flat. “I don’t raise my hand toward her. Ever.”
It’s not loud, but it silences the room. That’s just how Happy is—no posturing, no joke.
You glance up at him, warmth curling in your chest as you give him a smile. He meets your eyes, and that faint almost-smile softens his face before he jerks his chin at you.
You stand, pad over to him, and drop onto the chair beside him. “Hey Hap,” you murmur as he loops his arm around you pulling you close.
He leans down pressing a kiss to your temple.
Tig groans, “Man, you’re ruining the fun!”
“Ain’t funny.” Happy's glare doesnt falter, blade glinting under the blue light. “Its respect.”
The clubhouse door’s propped open, California sunlight spilling in golden through the haze. Jax is in his element—smile easy and sharp.
You’re sitting on the arm of the couch, talking to one of the croweaters and laughing when he sidles over, casual as anything.
He’s grinning already, that kind of grin that means you’re about to regret trusting him.
“Hey there Darlin',” he says, voice all velvet.
You look up, smiling. “what do you want, Teller?”
He suddenly jerks his arm forward, fast—hand coming toward your face in a fake lunge.
Your body reacts before your brain does—you flinch back, eyes wide, hand half raised.
He freezes mid-motion, laughter bursting from him. “Oh, shit! You flinched!”
You exhale hard, glaring. “Your an asshole!”
He’s laughing so hard he’s doubled over, wiping tears from his eyes. “That was perfect.”
You grab the nearest thing—a coaster—and hurl it at him. It hits his chest and bounces off, but you see the flicker of guilt behind his grin. He leans in, wraps an arm around you.
“C’mon, darlin’. Just a bit of fun.”
“Fun for you maybe,” you mutter.
He kisses your neck, voice low. “Still love me though.”
The garage is half-lit, late afternoon bleeding into dusk. Music hums low from someone’s phone. You’re leaning against a toolbox, flipping through a calendar in the office while Juice films Tig attempting a redo of the challenge. The second Tig fails again, Juice’s eyes spark with mischief.
“Okay, okay, my turn,” he says, turning the camera on himself. “I’m gonna do it—for science.”
Your still in the office bent over paperwork.
He steps toward you fast—not menacing, just sudden—with wide eyes and exaggerated motion, hands up and yells.
"BOO!"
You squeal, Instinct takes over.
Your elbow snaps back before your brain catches up —a quick, startled move. It connects solidly with his ribs.
“Ow—!” he wheezes, staggering back and clutching his side.
You whirl around, horrified. “Juice! Oh my god, I’m sorry!”
He’s half laughing, half groaning, eyes wide. “No, no, that’s on me! Totally on me—ahh, yeah, that’s—ow, okay, that’s gonna bruise.”
You cover your mouth, torn between laughter and guilt. “You scared me! What were you thinking?”
He starts talking too fast, hands fluttering. “I—uh, I we saw the trend and thought maybe, you know, it’d be funny? Like, cute-funny? Not terrifying-funny. Totally miscalculated the trajectory of—of your reflexes.”
You’re laughing now, and he’s still spiraling. “I swear I wasn’t trying to—hurt or startle, like, that startle. You’ve got quick reflexes! Which is, uh, awesome! Totally badass! I’m proud—ow, ow—of you.”
“Juice,” you interrupt, gently pressing a hand to his chest.“Breathe.”
He blinks. “Right. Breathing. Breathing’s good.”
You reach up, smoothing your hand over the spot where you hit him. “You okay?”
He grins sheepishly. “Yeah. My ego’s the only thing bruised. Well—my ribs a little too.”
You lean in and kiss his cheek. “That’s what you get for scaring me.”
He chuckles, eyes soft. “Lesson learned. No more surprise attacks. From now on, only hugs from the front, I promise.”
The garage hums low with the steady tick of cooling engines. You’re sitting on his workbench, swinging your legs, reading through a crumpled receipt like it’s a map to something important. Opie’s watching you from across the room—quiet, soft amusement tugging at his mouth. Jax had shown him that stupid trend Juice had been talking about earlier, teasing, “Your girl wouldn’t even blink, big man.”
So now he’s watching you, debating. You look so peaceful, so lost in your own head, that it feels wrong to ruin it—but he thinks, just once, maybe it’ll be funny.
He steps closer, silent as always, until his shadow falls over you. You look up just as he says, “Hey,”— voice low—and then half-lunges forward, playful.
The sound you make isn’t laughter. It’s a small, startled gasp, sharp and broken at the edges. You jerk back, eyes wide, heart hammering in your throat.
Opie freezes mid-step. The look on your face drains the humor right out of him.
“Hey—hey, hey, I’m sorry.” His voice is rough, guilt-laced. His hands hover uselessly before settling at his sides. “Didn’t mean to—shit, I didn’t think you’d—”
You’re still trying to breathe, adrenaline buzzing in your chest. He takes a careful step closer, lowering his voice. “I swear it's just some dumb prank. Just me being dumb id never...”
You swallow, nod, and he exhales slow, brushing a thumb against your cheek.
“Guess I ain’t built for surprises,” he mutters softly, a sheepish smirk stretching across his mouth.
You manage a weak laugh. “You… kinda terrified me.”
He grimaces. “Yeah. I’m an idiot.”
He presses his forehead to yours, eyes closing. “Never again,” he murmurs. “No more stupid trends.”
You smile faintly, . “You’re forgiven. Ope.”
“Yeah,” he says, voice rumbling low against your skin. “Still takin’ you and the kids out though.”
The night air outside the clubhouse is cool, sharp with the scent of exhaust and whiskey. You’re perched on the steps, tracing lazy circles on the wooden rail while Chibs leans beside you, cigarette glowing red in the dark.
Inside, laughter filters out shouting, commentary, and someone’s spilled beer again—the usual chaos.
Chibs glances at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking. “Ye know, they’ve been tryin’ to get me to do that stupid trend.”
You glance back, amused. “Not tempted, Scotsman?”
He snorts softly. “What sort of man raises his hand toward his Old Lady, even in jest?”
The warmth in his voice softens you instantly. His tone is teasing, but the conviction beneath it is real. You study him for a beat—the way his salt and pepper hair catches the light, the faint lines at the corner of his eyes.
He flicks the cigarette away and turns fully toward you, that lopsided grin ghosting across his mouth. “No, love. I’d sooner cut off me hand than make ye flinch.”
You smile, a little flutter in your chest. “You know that’s a bit dramatic, right?”
“Aye,” he says with a chuckle, “but makes the point, doesn’t it?”
You reach up, fingers brushing his jaw. “You’re a good man, Filip.”
He hums, leaning into your touch. “Och, don’t spread that around. Ruins me reputation.”
You laugh softly. “Your secret’s safe.”
He pulls you in then, slow and certain, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Let the lads play their games,” he murmurs. “I’d rather spend me time remindin’ ye there’s no reason t’ flinch.”
The night hums with music—something low and bass-heavy pulsing through the clubhouse. You’re perched near the bar, laughing softly as Juice rambles through another half-finished story, hands flying, voice tripping over itself. He’s pure light like that—always moving, always chattering, always kinda perfect.
He leaves for a minute to grab another round, and that’s when one of the hang-arounds gets too comfortable. He’s been drinking too much, trying to impress the club, thinking he’s one of them. The guy grins, phone in hand, nodding toward you.
“Hey, Juice’s Old Lady, right? Lemme just—”
He swings a hand toward your face. You jerk back, startled—not hurt, but frozen in disbelief.
Before you can even process what just happened, the air changes. Juice is there. You don’t even see him cross the room—just feel it.
He grabs the guy by the front of his kutte, slamming him back against the bar hard enough that bottles rattle and crash to the floor. The sound dies instantly. Music, laughter—all gone. Just Juice, and a look you've never seen on your Old Man's face.
It’s not the nervous, talk-too-fast Juice you know. It’s silent, cold, and terrifyingly still.
His jaw’s tight, eyes wide and dark, teeth bared just enough to flash something feral beneath the light.
“You touch her again,” he says, voice low and sharp, “You'll never lift a hand toward anyone ever again.”
The guy stutters something—an apology maybe—but Juice doesn’t seem to hear it. He’s breathing too fast, nostrils flaring, fingers twitching like he’s one blink away from breaking the guy’s nose.
“Juice,” you whisper, stepping closer. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
That’s when he hears you.
His eyes flick to you—and suddenly, it’s like watching someone surface from a nightmare. The tension drains all at once. He lets go of the hang-around, who scrambles away, practically tripping over himself.
Juice’s chest heaves, eyes darting between you and the mess he just made.
“I—I’m sorry, baby I just” he blurts, voice cracking. “He— he just—babe you looked scared, and I—I lost it, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
You step closer, lay a hand on his chest.
He’s shaking. “Hey. It’s okay.”
He swallows hard, nodding, words tumbling over each other now. “I swear, I wasn’t—I did I scare you. Im sorry I just—I saw him, and my brain went—” He gestures wildly. “—dark. Really dark.”
You reach up and touch his cheek, gently. “You didn’t scare me, you never scare me.” you say softly. “Just surprised me. You protected me.”
He leans into your hand, eyes wide, voice small now. “I don’t ever want you to see me like that again.”
You shake your head. “You don’t need to apologize for defending me, Juan.”
He exhales shakily, then forces a weak smile. “Still… gonna make it up to you. Maybe cupcakes? Or, like, that caramel popcorn you like?”
You smile, pulling him into a hug. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he mumbles into your shoulder, voice muffled, “but I’m your ridiculous.”
It’s late afternoon in the clubhouse. There’s that usual low rumble of voices, the jukebox humming some half-broken rock ballad, and Gemma Teller-Morrow is in her element—perched on the edge of the bar, cigarette in hand, gold bangles catching the light, giving the new prospect that half-lidded look that means don’t waste my time, kid.
The boy’s nervous but riding that stupid wave of bravado that comes with fresh patches and too much attention from the wrong crowd. He’s seen the “flinch trend” video that’s been bouncing around the clubhouse and figures he’ll score a laugh if he tries it on Gemma herself.
Gemma. The queen of SAMCRO. The woman you don’t mess with.
He steps up to her, phone half hidden in his palm. “Hey, Miss Teller,” he says, that greasy grin spreading.
He lunges forward suddenly, a fake swing, fast enough that most women would jerk back.
Gemma doesn’t even blink. She exhales smoke right into his face.
The air goes cold.
From across the room, a barstool screeches.
Tig was halfway through a drink—sees the move— and in an instant, the glass hits the floor and shatters.
Before the kid even processes what’s happening, Tig’s on him. He slams into the prospect, grabs him by the collar, and drags him back so hard the kid’s heels scrape across the wood.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU KID?!” Tig’s voice is a growl, cracked and wild, echoing off the walls.
Gemma sighs, flicks ash into an empty beer bottle, watching like it’s a rerun she’s seen a thousand times. “Oh, here we go,” she mutters.
The prospect’s babbling now. “It was just— it was a joke—”
Tig doesn’t hear him. He slams the kid up against the wall, eyes blown wide, veins up his neck. “You don’t touch her, you don’t pretend to touch her, you don’t even look sideways at Gemma fuckin’ Teller, d'you hear me? You breathe wrong around her, I’ll take your fingers off one by one and make you eat them!”
The prospect nods frantically, eyes wide. “Y-yes— yes, sir!”
Gemma finally speaks, voice calm, low, full of steel. “Tig.”
He freezes, chest heaving.
“Put him down,” she says, not even raising her tone. “He’s learned his lesson.”
Tig hesitates, still trembling with fury, then lets go. The kid drops like a sack of potatoes, stumbling back, face pale.
Gemma tilts her head, giving the prospect that cat-and-mouse smile. “Sweetheart, if you ever try that again, it won’t be Tig you have to worry about.” Her eyes narrow. “It’ll be me.”
The boy nods, mutters something that might be “Yes ma’am,” and bolts for the door.
Tig’s still breathing hard, watching him go, then turns to Gemma, voice ragged. “You okay?”
She smirks, crushing her cigarette out. “Please. Takes more than that to make me flinch.”
He huffs out something between a laugh and a growl, shaking his head. “You scare the shit outta me, Gemma.”
She pats his cheek like he’s a good dog that just bit a burglar. “That’s why you love me, honey.”
Tig mutters, “Damn right, we all do.”
Gemma fixes Tig with that look that can level a man faster than a gun.
“Jesus Christ, Tiggy” she says, voice cool but cutting. “You really think you need to go full psycho every time somebody breathes near me?”
Tig’s still glaring at the door the prospect disappeared through, jaw flexing. “He lunged at you, Gem. You don’t do that shit.”
Gemma leans back against the bar, crosses her arms. “You boys been doing it to your Old Ladies all damn week,” she says, eyes narrowing. “You scare them, they smack you, everybody laughs. Don’t start acting like the rules change when it’s me.”
Tig’s shoulders drop a little, guilt creeping in through the cracks of his temper. He runs a hand through his hair.
She lets out a dry laugh, low and knowing. “Yeah, don’t go playing knight in shining leather now, shithead.”
Gemma, pushes off the bar. “And next time, let me be the one to teach him what stupid looks like, huh?”
That gets him to laugh—just barely—rough and shaky, but real. “Deal,” he says.
“Good boy,” she says patting his cheek and turning away, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Now go clean up your mess before Clay comes in and starts asking why the wall’s dented.”
The chapel smells like stale smoke and oil. The reaper table gleams under the flickering overhead light, scarred from years of bottles, and bad tempers. Every chair is filled—patches and prospects alike sitting tight, the air heavy with the weight of whats been happening.
Happy sits at the far end, knife turning slow between his fingers. Beside him, Chibs leans back in his chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. Clay’s at the head of the table, watching the room with that kind of patience that’s seconds from cracking.
Tig’s trying not to meet anyone’s eye. Juice looks like he wants to disappear into the floorboards.
Clay clears his throat. “Alright. Hap, Chibs—Let’s hear it.”
Happy sets the knife down. The sound of metal on wood rings through the room like a warning.
His voice is low, controlled—the kind that makes every man in the room sit straighter. “You think this ‘flinch challenge’ shit is funny? You think it’s cute to raise your hand—to an Old Lady? To your own Girl?”
The room’s dead silent. Even Tig’s fidgeting stops.
Happy’s gaze cuts to the prospect who flinched at Juice's old lady. The kid can’t hold it. He drops his eyes.
“We don't play games with our women,” Happy growls, voice dropping even lower. “We don’t make them think for half a second we would ever hurt ‘em.”
He leans back, jaw working, then gestures toward Chibs.
Chibs exhales slow, rubbing a hand over his face. “Christ, lads…” he mutters, accent thickening with his temper. “Ye’ve forgotten what it means to wear that patch, eh? Respect—it ain’t just for the road or goddamn hierarchy. It’s for everyone under this roof.”
He looks toward Juice, then around the table. “We live in fuckin' chaos every day. Out there,” — he jerks his thumb toward the door.
“We’re monsters when we have to be. But in here?” He thumps the table. “In here we dinnae bring that home. We dinnae bring fear tae the women who love us.”
His tone drops to something colder, quieter. “If a man can’t do that—then he’s not fit to wear the reaper.”
There’s a long, heavy pause. Clay nods once, slow, then leans forward, elbows on the table.
“With the shit we do,” he says, voice rough as gravel, “You’d think you bunch of idiots would know better.”
He glares at the table, scanning each face. “We run guns, we live on the edge of a war zone half the damn time—and somehow, this clubhouse still manages to feel like home because of those women out there.” He stabs a finger toward the wall separating chapel from the bar. “You start makin’ ‘em feel unsafe here, you burn down the only safe place we got left.”
He leans back, chair creaking. “No more of this trend bullshit. No fake swings. No scaring your Old Ladies. You got that?”
A chorus of quiet “Yes, Pres.” ripples through the room.
Clay’s gaze hardens on the offenders. “Prospect, you’re on cleanup for the next two weeks. You so much as breathe wrong in Gemma's direction again, you’ll be polishing bikes with a damn toothbrush.”
Happy gives a curt nod. Chibs just leans back, muttering.
The gavel hits the table once. “Meeting adjourned.”
The men rise, some sheepish, some thoughtful, boots heavy on the old floorboards as they file out.
Do you think Clay would have been a better character/person if he never got together with Gemma? I think Gemma caused the downfall of many characters.
Honestly, I have to say I don’t think so. I know it’s a show and they’re not real but I am a very firm believer of the fact that you can not make a person do something that not at least a tiny little part inside of them *wants* to do. Clay is an adult man, he leads an MC, he should know what his actions cause, even if Gemma played a role in what he did. And also; you are right, Gemma in a way had to do with the downfall of many characters but I need to say that part of me always had a soft spot for her. Yes, she did horrible things but her family, protecting them, was her priority. What she did to Tara for example was cruel and horrible but Tara wanted to take her grandchildren, her blood, away from her. And it’s not like Tara didn’t play games either. What I love about Sons of Anarchy is that we see a lot of lovely characters with huge flaws and dangerous tendencies. It’s a show, it’s exaggerated but none of them are angels or saints. I get your point, but characters do have their arc and while some lean more towards the morally grey side than others I believe putting the responsibility to moralize an adult man on a female character, who has her own demons to fight, her own shit to deal with is a bit of a dangerous path to go.
Hey guys! Sorry it has taken so long to post a new chapter. On the bright side I finished nursing school and graduated college! Hope y'all enjoy!
Warnings: mentions of a threesome
Chapter 15
3 months later
“Okay, so I’m thinking small ceremony. I don’t want a huge wedding. I think it should just be us and the club.” I say, looking over my planner.
“What about Kelsey?” Jax asks, holding Abel and drinking his coffee.
“Fuck, I forgot about her. I’m a horrible friend.” I sigh.
“Sophia hasn’t stopped talking about her since you guys went to visit her last week. You’re not a bad friend. You just have a lot on your mind.” Jax laughs.
“Kelsey wants to meet you.” I say, looking up at him from my spot at the breakfast nook.
“She’d hate me. All your friends do.”
“Kels is different. She already likes you. She saw the difference in Sophia.”
“Why does she like me? I’m just trying to know what to expect.”
“Expect a lot of flirting.” I laugh.
“She’s one of those.” Jax says.
“She is, and if you flirt back, you’re grounded.” I joke. “She doesn’t actually mean anything by it, she just likes to joke with people. Hell she will flirt with me, she always does.”
“That I have to see.” Jax says, smirking at me.
“Oh you will. Don’t mind if she grabs my ass a lot.”
“When is she coming around?”
“Whenever I tell her to.” I laugh. “Oh my god! I just thought of something!”
“Tonight is fine. What are you thinking about!”
“Her and Juice would be perfect together! We should introduce them!”
“I thought she was bi, but more into girls.”
“Nah, apparently this week she’s more into dudes. She switches up a lot.” I laugh.
“I’ll call Juice, you call Kelsey.”
“Break!” I laugh at my horrible sports lingo.
“You always were bad at sports. I remember when you came with a French fry in your hair that one day because you hid in the cafeteria.”
“Actually, I was thrown in the trash that day. It had nothing to do with sports.” I laugh.
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Jax asks.
“I didn’t feel the need to. I was handling it.”
“I could’ve helped you.” He says, putting one hand over mine.
“Jax, I didn’t even know what had happened until Franklin, the janitor, pulled me out of the trash can and gave me one of his little suit things he wears.”
“I mean, if you were bullied I could have made them stop.”
“We don’t have to worry about it anymore, Jax. That’s how I met Kelsey.”
“She helped you?” Jax asks, confused.
“Believe it or not, I took care of it myself.”
“What did you do?” Jax laughs.
“I hit a kid, in the face, with a hardcover textbook, that I borrowed from Kelsey. I then joined her in detention.” I laugh.
“Badass.”
“You know it, baby.” I smack his ass, making my way to the coffee pot.
“Do you think Sophia is adjusting well to first grade? I know she and Tommy are still together, but she’s been having a hard time making friends.”
“Jax, she had a hard time making friends when she first started Kindergarten, give it a little time. It’s only her second day.” I sigh, hugging him before going back over to my wedding planner book.
“What colors are you thinking?”
“Well, traditional white dress, roses and sunflowers for the bouquet.”
“Why sunflowers?” Jax asks.
“Because they are my favorite flower, Jax.” I deadpan.
“What about Sophia? I feel like we need to honor her in some sort of way.”
“Jax, she’s the flower girl, her dress has purple in it.”
“I just hope she’s happy.” Jax says, smiling at me.
“Will you stop worrying?” I sigh, rolling my eyes.
“I’m a dad, I worry. I can’t help it.” Jax replies.
“I know. I remember over the summer when Tommy came to play. We now have an open door policy, that I didn’t know about until Sophia came into our bathroom when I was taking a shower to let me know I couldn’t have the door closed. Or when she opened the door to our room while we were having sex because you told her if a boy and a girl are in the same room the door has to be open.”
“That was a hard thing to explain.”
“What was it you told her we were doing, Jax?”
“Wrestling and it made it super fucking awkward when she asked to join.” Jax shudders.
“That is why we nipped that problem in the bud by having them play in the downstairs playroom.” I Iaugh.
“That’s why I got a camera put in there, so I could watch, but not linger. She yelled at me.”
“They are 6 Jax, calm your shit.” I laugh.
“She’s my baby. Remember what we did when you were 6?”
“Yeah, we poured water on everyone’s bike seats. If I remember right, you got in trouble because I would never do such a thing. And I told my dad you did it.”
“Yeah I did. Oh babe! I made plans for your birthday!” Jax exclaims, changing the subject.
“I don’t celebrate my birthday, Jax. You know that.”
“Well, you do this year. It’ll just be the two of us though.”
“Birthday sex?” I ask, smirking.
“Oh for sure. After your party at the clubhouse.” Jax laughs as my face falls.
“I hate parties, and surprises, and birthdays.” I complain.
“I know that’s why I’m telling you now, so it’s not a surprise.” Jax smirks.
“It’s still a party.” I sigh.
“But there’s sex after.”
“Better be some damn good sex.” I mumble.
“Oh, baby. I won’t disappoint. I bought some stuff for the occasion.” Jax winks.
“What did you get?” I question.
“That’s a secret.”
“Are you gonna make me cum until I cry again, Jax? I was in pain for days after that.”
“Nah, no pain. Promise.” Jax laughs. “Can’t promise you won’t cum multiple times though, darlin’.”
“As long as it’s not one right after the other I’ll be fine.” I laugh.
“Hmmm I don’t know, guess we will see Friday.” Jax remarks. “Go call Kelsey.”
“Yes, sir.” I salute, picking up the phone and dialing Kelsey’s number.
“Hey babe!” Kelsey yells from the other line.
“Hey! So I was thinking, you should come over and hangout with Jax and I. He’s home for the day and I know you aren’t working, lazy.”
“I’d love to!” Kelsey exclaims. “I got an invite to your party Friday!”
“Yeah, I found out about it today. I don’t approve.” I groan.
“Of course you don’t. You hate your birthday.” She laughs.
“You are planning on being there, right?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Remember when I flew to New York for your birthday? Or all those times in Hershey? I haven’t missed one since we’ve been friends, and I’m not gonna miss one until I am dead.”
“Oh my god! You should just come stay with us this week! We have the spare bedroom set up! You can help Gemma, Lyla and I with wedding planning!”
“You forgot about me, didn’t you?” Kelsey asks, feigning hurt. “I thought we were best friends. I let you hit someone with my book!”
“I’m so sorry! I’ve just been so stressed with the expansion and moving and Sophia starting 1st grade and Abel’s birthday coming up. It’s insane around here.”
“I’m giving you shit, Ari. I know you have a lot going on. Sophia is getting so big. She’s married, in first grade, he got her a cute little ring, she is totally relationship goals. You and Jax are endgame though.”
“Oh god, don’t say that in front of Jax, he will have a conniption. He still doesn’t want her playing with Tommy!” I laugh.
“Did she walk in on you and Jax? She said something to me about you two wrestling and not letting her join, and that doors have to stay open when boys and girls are in the same room. I did that to my parents once, they hated me. I did it every night, so they started sleeping with the door open and would just have sex when I was at school.”
“You and Sophia are just the same. I swear, Jax and I never get to have sex. If it’s not Sophia busting in, Abel is crying. I’m seriously going insane with withdrawal.” I laugh.
“She learned from the best. Make Jax give you a quicky while Soph is at school and Abel is napping.”
“Oh. I didn’t think of that.”
“Nope. I bet you didn’t. Trust me, it’ll work. Or ride his thigh, I bet he’d be into that. It’s like sex, but you get release, and he gets to watch!”
“Kelsey!” I yell, blush rising up my neck.
“What, I’m trying to help you enhance your sex life.”
“I don’t need to thigh ride my fiancé to enhance our sex life.” I laugh, not noticing Jax coming into the room.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it. I bet you’d both enjoy it. And it can look innocent, in case Sophia walks in.”
“Ohhhh that would be fun to try!” Jax yells, in my ear. I jerk, nearly throwing my phone.
“Jaaaaaaax! What the actual fuck are you doing?”
“Scared ya.” Jax laughs, tickling my sides. “We should for sure try that. Tell her I said thanks for the tip.”
“Welcome!” Kelsey yells over the line. “Alright, well I’m gonna get off of here and pack a bag. I’ll see you later. Love you! Don’t have too much fun.”
“You can stay in the guest room.”
“I know, maybe Sophia will bother me tonight, and you guys can try to have a little fun, if ya know what I mean.”
“Love ya!” I laugh, hanging up on her. “You scared the hell outta me, Jax.”
“You guys always talk about sex?” Jax laughs, kissing my neck.
“Sometimes we talk about makeup trends, the Kardashians, naked pillow fights.”
“You know, Kelsey is coming to stay with us, we could try out that threesome while she’s here.” Jax laughs.
“Not with Sophia here. Imagine her walking in on that.”
“Baby, we are kid free Friday. I already worked it out.” Jax kisses my neck.
“That was supposed to be our time.” I sigh.
“Birthday sex!” Jax says, in a sing song voice.
“You can bring it up to Kels because I’m not. She’s filthy, god only knows what she’d say.” I laugh.
“Wasn’t she like, the goth kid in school?”
“Yeah, she isn’t anymore though.”
“Her purple hair was pretty cool though. And all those piercings, I’ll never get it.”
“It was! She still has some of them, got rid of most though. She has blond hair now.”
“Does she? Imagine how those are gonna feel, babe.” Jax says.
“I’m sure the tongue ring would feel quite interesting.” I laugh.
“She has a tongue ring?”
“Yeah, it’s feels really weird when she kisses you.”
“Imagine how it would feel on your clit.” Jax says, realization hitting him. “Wait! You guys have kissed?”
“Of course we have.” I laugh.
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“You didn’t ask.” I smirk, shrugging my shoulders.
“I am now.”
“It was during spin the bottle, it landed on a guy, but he didn’t want to kiss her, so I did. I didn’t want her to feel left out of the game.”
“You’re a Saint.”
“She’s a good kisser. She was my first kiss.”
“You told me I was your first.” Jax pouts.
“You were. My first MALE kiss.”
“You liar!”Jax exclaims, feigning anger.
“Jax, it was literally nothing. We were just friends. I didn’t want her to feel left out of the game because of Michael Ingleson not wanting to kiss her.”
“I know, I just wanted to see you sweat.” He laughs.
“You’re an asshole.” I say, pushing him away from me.
“I’m your asshole.” He laughs.
“Unfortunately.”
“Do you trust Kelsey?” Jax asks.
“With my life. She’s always been there when I needed her. She went to New York with me when I ran from here. She was with me until I got with Darren and we moved in together, then she came home because her grandpa got sick.”
“Is that why Sophia loves her? Because she was always there?”
“Yep. She was with us until Sophia was 3 when we moved in with Darren.”
“I’m glad Sophia had good people in her life.”
“Kelsey’s good people.”
“Then I trust you. The same way you trusted me about Chucky.”
“She’s a gross bitch, she will for sure hit on you and make inappropriate comments, not in front of the kids of course, but she will bring up our sex life any chance she gets. She thinks it’s funny when I blush.”
“I think it’s cute when you blush.” Jax says, kissing my cheek.
“Ugh! The both of you suck.”
“You don’t!” Jax laughs.
“Hey! I do too! Just not often.” I laugh.
“I can’t even get it on my birthday.”
“Don’t you lie. You would have gotten it on your birthday if you hadn’t told Sophia about the open door policy, and then got too drunk to get hard after your party.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Now, drop ya pants.”
“Right now?”
“I don’t see any kids around, do you?”
“Oh fuck yes!” Jax yells, yanking his pants down, struggling with his belt, before getting them around his ankles.
“Damn, can you move any quicker?” I joke, taking him in my hand loosely, taking him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” Jax moans.
“Hey! Y’all home? Clay sent me over. Said you had the day off, but he needed the keys you took home yesterday!” Chibs yells, stomping through the house, stopping in the kitchen when he spots us. “Oh. Sorry to interrupt, Jackie Boy, I can wait in the other room.” Chibs laughs.
“Fuck!” Jax yells, pulling away and pulling his pants up. “No, that’s okay, you already ruined the moment.”
“Sorry. How ya doing lass?” Chibs asks, as I get up off my knees.
“Good! Jax told me he caught you coloring with Sophia the other day. In her princess coloring book.”
“She alway’ begs me to help ‘er color.” He laughs. “I don’ mind doing it.”
“She beg you to braid her hair too? Or do you just do it?
“No, I just miss doing it with my daughter.”
“She likes when you color with her. You don’t get upset when she goes outside the lines. None of you guys do. Darren used to get so mad when she colored outside the lines. One time, he broke her crayons because she just went a little bit over the line.”
“Well he was an arsehole.” Chibs says.
“Here’s the keys, now get out.” Jax tosses the keys at him.
“Nah, Jax. Let him stick around a bit, Sophia would love to see her uncle Chibs when she gets home.”
“Fine.” Jax sighs.
“Great! Got any food, lass?” Chibs asks, taking off his kutte, draping it over a chair at the table.
“In the fridge.”
“Tell me more about this Darren bloke. He sounds lika real piece a work. Can I eat this pie?”
“Yeah, and there isn’t much to tell. He was an abusive asshole who treated Soph and I like shit.”
“Ya aren’t shite lass, neither of ya. His Ma and Da mus’ nota taugh’ ‘im how to treat a lass.”
“I met his mom several times. She was disapproving, because I already had a kid. He tried so hard to get Sophia to call him daddy, but she just wouldn’t. Eat slower, you’re gonna choke.”
“Good riddance.” Chibs replies, continuing to shovel pie into his mouth.
“Slow down, I don’t feel like having to save your life.”
“I’m no’ gon’ choke, I’m Scottish, we don’t die eating, we die drinking.”
“Well, okay then.”
“Did his mom not like Sophia?”
“No she did, she just hated that she wasn’t grandma Lacey. She was just Miss Lacey. She never liked me, though. I had a baby that wasn’t her sons, I weighed too much, I didn’t eat enough, I ate too much, I spent more time at work than with Darren, Sophia’s dad wasn’t around, I got pregnant at 18, I didn’t do the dishes right, I don’t cook the right foods for her son, I refused to stay home with kids because I was starting a business, you name it and she hated me for it.”
“We don’t hate you. We love you, and Sophia. But sometimes our love for Jax is questionable.”
“That hurts my heart, Chibs.” Jax says, holding his chest.
“Chibs, when you finish your pie, would you like to come with me to pick up Sophia?”
“Fuck yes!” He says, putting down the half eaten pie, standing up, and wiping his hands on his pants.
“Great! Jax, you keeping Abel or want me to take him?”
“I’ll keep him. We’ll have some man time, right buddy?” Jax asks, tickling Abel’s tummy causing his to laugh. “When will Kelsey be here?”
“Before dinner. I’m not going to tell Sophia, we will let Kelsey surprise her.”
“Oh she will be surprised alright.” Jax says.
“Alright, love you! See ya in a bit.” I smile, kissing him and Abel on the forehead.
“Love you too!” Jax says, holding Abel up and using his hand to wave to us.
“See ya, Jackie Boy!” Chibs laughs, poking Abel’s tummy.
“Bye Uncle Chibs.” Jax says, holding Abel in front of him and talking in a deep baby voice.
“Mommy! Uncle Chibs!” Sophia yells, running over to us with Tommy following behind her.
“Lassie!” Chibs says, picking her up and spinning her around.
“Mommy, Tommy and I want a baby.”
“Take that up with your daddy. Tommy, do you need a ride home?” I ask him, he nods his head yes. “Come on, we will give you a ride.”
“Daddy!!!” Sophia says, walking in the door.
“My baby girl! How was school?” Jax asks, picking up Sophia.
“Good. Can Tommy and I have a baby?” Sophia asks Jax.
“Um… I-I… I don’t know sweetheart.”
“Can I have some of that pie?” Sophia asks, looking at Chibs, shoveling the last half of the pie into his mouth.
“Of course.” Chibs says. Jax puts her down and she runs over to where he’s sitting and climbs into his lap, grabbing the fork that was too big for her, and taking a too big bite.
“This is really good pie.” Sophia says, taking another bite.
“Chibs, will you watch her while Ari and I talk in the other room?”
“Aye.” He says, proudly looking down at her.
“They want a baby?” Jax asks, freaking out.
“Jax, they’re kids. We will just get her another doll and they could name it something Alvarez, boom, parents.”
“I’m still not sold on this Tommy boy.” Jax says, grabbing my hand, and bringing it up to kiss it.
“Jax, Tommy isn’t going to hurt her. He told her he loved her when we dropped him off, and they hugged. They hugged Jax, that is something that Sophia rarely did except to you, me, Kelsey, Clay, Gemma, and her uncles. She used to hate hugs, she wasn’t used to being hugged by people her age. Jax, you have been a part of that.”
“She never hugged?”
“Not if it wasn’t me or Kelsey. You, and your mom, and Clay, and SAMCRO have helped her come out of her shell. The pieces are coming together, Jax, just like you said.”
“I’m still not convinced that all of your pieces, or hers, are back together.” Jax said, looking into my eyes, putting his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into him. “I’m gonna make sure she grows up knowing how she should be treated.”
“Jax-”
“No. She deserves to know that she’s a princess. And the be treated as less than that, is absolutely unacceptable. I will not let her get hurt, not the way you got hurt. And I will NEVER let you get hurt like that again.” Jax says.
“Jax none of these guys will ever let us get hurt. If anyone hurts Sophia, Happy would probably kill them. It’s clear he cares about her, all of these guys do.”
“I just want you both to feel safe, protected, loved.” Jax says, wrapping his other arm around me to hold me closer. “I’m trying my best here, to help you both, but Darren hasn’t made it easy.”
“You are helping us, Jax. Love is something that Sophia has only ever gotten from me, and now she has a wild, crazy family, full of people who would hurt anyone who looks at her wrong.”
“You better believe it.” Jax replies, kissing my head.
“I do.” I smile, pulling his face down to meet mine.
“Mommy.” Sophia says, coming into the room.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, pulling away from Jax.
“We ran out of pie.” Sophia says, giggling and running back to the kitchen. “Uncle Chibs, will you help me with my homework?”
“Of course I will, Lassy.” Chibs replies, pulling her up into his lap.
“Thank you!” She says, getting it out of her backpack and setting it on the table.
“Ah, shapes.”
“Yeah, I have to name them. Please help.”
“Okay, we got this.” Chibs responds, going into an explanation about what they all are.
“I know this one! It’s a stop sign!”
“It’s called an octagon, lassy.”
“But it’s shaped like a stop sign! And this one,” She says pointing to the triangle, “is a boat sail.”
“These shapes are what they base those items on. The octagon has 8 sides just like an octopus has 8 legs. A triangle is the shape the boat sail is based on. Triangles have 3 sides.
“Really? So this 4 sided one isn’t a car?” Sophia asks.
“Nope, it’s a square.”
“But this other one has 4 sides too, but some are longer.” She sighs. “I don’t get this shit, Uncle Chibs.”
“Hey! Watch your mouth!” Chibs exclaims.
“I can’t see my mouth Uncle Chibs!”
“Touche.”
“Alright, Chibs, wanna stay for dinner or you got other plans?” I ask, coming into the kitchen.
“I’ll stay, help the girl with her shapes.”
“Appreciate it. Jax and I were going to go to the store. You good staying with her?” I ask.
“Yeah, looks like there’s some coloring in the other side, I can help her with that.”
“Any dessert requests, I was going to make chicken tetrazzini?”
“PIE!” Sophia squeales, cutting off Chibs.
“Pie, the lass took the words right outta my mouth.”
“Alright, we will be back soon. Any alcohol requests Chibs?”
“Whiskey, please lass.”
“Mommy, can I have alcohol too? I want whiskey too.” Sophia says, clapping her hands.
“No, you can’t have any. You are too young.” I laugh, kissing her head and kissing Chibs cheek.
“Jax, you ready?” I yell, going over to the fridge and adding whiskey and pie to our list.
“Yeah! Coming!” Jax replies, bounding down the stairs, Abel in his arms. “Someone decided to poop his pants.” Jax replies, tickling Abel’s tummy as he laughs.
“Did you poop on daddy?” I ask, laughing, pinching his little cheeks. He coos, reaching out for me.
“Okay, we will be back. Thanks for watching her Chibs.” Jax says, grabbing his Kutte from the coat rack.
“No problem, Jackie Boy.”
“Okay, we need to get chicken.” I say, looking over the list. Jax and I make our way to the meat department.
“How many pounds, baby?” Jax asks, looking over the chicken, Abel still in his arms.
“Umm, well, we are cooking for 5, get 3 pounds.” I reply, leaning over his shoulder.
“Jax?” A voice from behind us asks. We turn around, Jax’s jaw tightening, he clutches Abel a bit tighter.
“Wendy.” Jax growls.
“Wendy?” I ask, confused, before it clicks. I stare between the two, my mouth gaping, not really knowing what to say.
“Hi, you must be Ariana.” Wendy says, holding her hand out to me. I look to Jax, trying to figure out what to do, he continues to glare at her so she drops her hand. “He’s getting so big.”
“Yeah, he is, he’s healthy now, thanks to you.” Jax growls. Abel sensing the tension reaches out for me.
“Ma-ma.” Abel says, reaching out for me.
“Oh my god!” I exclaim, taking him from Jax as he continues to chant Mama, he buries his head in my neck when I take him. “He said his first word!”
“I can’t believe he said it!” Jax eclaims, completely forgetting about Wendy still standing there. “I love you!”
“I love you too!” I laugh, hugging Abel a bit tighter. Wendy clears her throat.
“I’ll let you two be. Congratulations on his first words and the engagement. I wish you both the best.” Wendy says, turning to leave, tears in her eyes.
“I can’t believe that just happened!” Jax eclaims, pulling me in for a kiss.
“I feel kind of bad that it happened in front of Wendy. She looked so upset.” I reply, pulling away from the kiss.
“Who cares, she doesn’t deserve to even see him.” Jax responds, his jaw tightening.
“She’s his mother Jax. No matter what happened.” I reply.
“You’re his mother, you are all he knows. He is better off without her. I’m glad he said that in front her, she needs to know someone else is taking better care of him than she ever could.” Jax says, grabbing my hand, leaning down to kiss me one more time. “Let’s get this shopping done and get home to Phia. We need chicken, right?”
“Yeah, 3 pounds.” I reply, looking in the direction Wendy disappeared to.
“We’re home!” I yell, carrying Abel in and sitting his carseat down, Jax trailing behind me with the groceries.
“MOMMY!!!” Sophia yells, skidding into the kitchen. “You didn’t tell me Aunt Kelsey was coming to stay with us!”
“Surprise!” I yell, laughing. Kelsey comes trailing into the room talking to Chibs, once she spots me she runs over throwing herself at me.
“I’ve missed you!” She exclaims. I hug her back just as tight.
“I’ve missed you too! I’m so happy you are here!” I squeal, pulling apart she turns her attention to Jax.
“It’s nice to meet ya.” Jax says, holding out his hand, she smacks his hand away, laughing at the look on his face as she pulls him in for a hug.
“I’m a hugger, and it’s nice to finally meet you as well.” She pulls out of the hug. “The Scott wouldn’t let me in.”
“Sorry, Lass, can’t let strangers into the house.” Chibs laughs.
“Do I LOOK like a stranger now, Mr. Scotsman?”
“Well, after Sophia yelled your name and I recognized it, you didn’t.” Chibs laughs. Kelsey shakes her head, smile on her face as she notices Abel, looking up at her from his carseat.
“Oh my gosh! He’s so cute! You’re so cute. Yes you are.” Kelsey coos. Abel giggles, smiling up at her with a toothless smile.
“He said his first word today!” Jax exclaims
“I’m always a stranger with this one. I’m surprised she let me stay.” Kelsey says, turning toward me and cocking her head to one side. “I’m so proud of him!!! What was it? Because Sophia’s first word was cookie, and I take credit for that. ”
“It was Mama!” Jax exclaims as Abel starts saying mama again.
“That’s so cute!” Kelsey gushes, tickling his little feet. “Can I hold him?”
“Of course.” Jax and I respond at the same time. Kelsey takes him out as he coos.
“It’s official, I want a baby now. I remember when Sophia was this little. Gah, I loved her so much, I still do!”
“I want a baby too!” Sophia yells running over to Kelsey.
“Well, have you and Tommy talked about having kids?”
“KELSEY! DON’T ENCOURAGE HER!” I yell, smacking her arm.
“All I’m saying is that maybe if Tommy isn’t a good dad, she should find out now and not later.”
“They are 6! I swear you and Jax act like they are adults already!”
“You didn’t play mom and dad when you were 6?” Kelsey asks.
“No! I played guns.” I reply.
“I did too. With my brother. He hated me. Probably because he could never find me, hiding in the bush and taking him out.” Kelsey said, with tears coming to her eyes.
“Hey, no sad talk, missy.” I respond, shaking my finger at her.
“I just miss him. He was my best friend, Ari.”
“Soph, why don’t you go play.” I say, pointing to the living room.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything in front of her. I wasn’t thinking.” Kelsey said, handing Abel back and wiping her tears.
“It’s fine, babe. The anniversary is coming up. I understand.” I reply, handing Abel off to Jax and pulling her into a hug.
“Tuesday. It should’ve been me, Ari. He wanted me, and Bobby just put himself in front of me.”
“Hey, shut that shit up right now! You know that isn’t true. Bobby made that choice because he loved you. Don’t ever say that it should have been you. He made his decision.”
“Tell that to my dad. He thinks I did it, I made him get in front of me. I wanted him to live, I tried to save him.” She cries.
“I know, babe, your dad is a fucking cunt. Now, cheer up and we will talk about this later! I know a little miss who is super excited you are here.” I reply, wiping her tears.
“Can I go wipe my face, I don’t think Sophia needs to be asking questions?”
“Bathroom is down the hall and to the left.” I reply.
“Thank you, Ari. You’re my best friend.” Kelsey says, giving me a hug and walking down the hall.
“Mommy, what happened to Aunt Kelsey’s brother?”
“Nothing that you need to worry about doll, so go play!” I shoo her off.
“Is he on vacation?”
“Sophia. I said go play.”
“I want to know why aunt Kelsey was crying.”
“Sophia! GO PLAY OR YOU WILL GO TO YOUR ROOM!”
“Stop being mean!” Sophia yells, running to her room.
“Don’t yell at your mother!” Jax yells after her.
“What did I miss?” Kelsey says, coming back into the room.
“Sophia not listening.” I sigh, moving to unload to groceries.
“Can I go talk to her?”
“Not right now. She’s in trouble.” I reply.
“Ari, please? Remember when she was little and wouldn’t talk to you, so you made me do it?”
“No! Geeze can anyone around here listen to anything I say!” I yell.
“I can leave if that would make your life easier.” Kelsey yells back.
“Oh god not the guilt trip BS. I’ll be in our room, Jax.” I reply, pushing my way past them and going upstairs.
“Fine, bye.” Kelsey says, picking up her keys and walking out the door.
“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.” I snap, continuing up the stairs.
“Shit. What do I do?” Jax asks Chibs looking between the two directions the two women went.
“I’ll go talk to Kelsey.” Chibs says, walking out the door.
“Ari, can I come in?” Jax asks, knocking on the door.
“I don’t know, can you Jax? You live here too, don't you? I snap at him.
“Hey, don’t get an attitude with me missy.” Jax responds, holding his hands up and joining me on the bed.
“I’m sorry, Jax. I forgot about it being this close to her brothers death. Did she leave yet?”
“Chibs went to talk to her.”
“I need to apologize. I just get so mad, everyone always undermines everything I say or argues with me. I’m so sick of it.”
“Baby, she helped raise Sophia years ago, she was probably just trying to help.”
“I don’t care if she is trying to help. I said no and she should have left it at that. I’m Sophia’s mother, what I say goes.”
“I agree, but you did snap at Sophia without much warning.”
“Sophia needs to stop back talking.”
“You didn’t have to snap at Kelsey either.”
“If you are going to take her side then get out. I need some time alone.”
“I’m not taking anyone’s side here babe. But it sounds like she’s leaving, if you want to apologize, you might be missing your chance.
“Let her leave.” I snap.
“She’s your best friend, you really want it to end like this? Jax asks.
“No, what I really want is her to not undermine me but she always does it. This little spat isn’t going to end our friendship.”
“Do you know that? Are you sure?”
“Yes, no doubt in my mind.”
“I’m gonna go talk to Chibs, see what he found out.”
“Go.” I wave him off, tucking myself into the cover, content to just stay here the rest of the night.
“Hey.” Chibs says when Jax gets downstairs.
“Did she leave?”
“Yes. She said have Ariana call her when she isn’t being an insufferable cunt. Her words not mine.” Chibs laughs. “What did Ariana say?”
“That I might be the one making dinner, and in that case, we are having cereal.”
“We can wash it down with whiskey. Should we go get Sophia?”
“No, leave it to Ariana. She feels like everyone always undermines her authority when it comes to raising Sophia. If we let her out of the room, Ari is gonna be pissed at me, and I want to get laid.” Jax laughs.
“What kind o’ cereal do ya got, Jackie Boy?”
“Cookie crunch, Cheerios, Corn Flakes, Cap’n Crunch, Cocoa Puffs, and I’m not sure what else.”
“I’ll take the Cocoa Puffs.” Chibs says.
“I ain’t your maid. I’ll get the milk, you get the cereal.” Jax laughs.
“I’m just saying, there may not be any left. I’ve only had pie today.”
“Eh, Sophia is the only one that eats it.”
“I’ll buy more.” Chibs says.
“Don’t worry about it man, Sophia is getting tired of it. You can finish it.” Jax replies, sitting the milk on the table.
“Thanks, Jackie.” Chibs says, opening the box and pouring milk into the bag.
“Wanna watch TV?” Jax asks, pouring his bowl of Cookie Crunch.
“Got the good shows? Crime shows?” Chibs asks.
“Probably.” Jax responds, grabbing glasses for the whiskey.
“Good. Once ya get hooked, it’s hard to stop.”
“Ari watches serial killer shows. She loves the ID channel.”
“Me too! Ya got it? On your box thing with the shows?”
“If we didn’t she’d kill me.” Jax laughs.
“I’d help.” Chibs laughs.
“Wanna watch the Killer Kids one?” Jax asks, sitting on the couch, grabbing the remote.
“There’s a new one out about Ted Bundy.”
“Ted Bundy it is.” Jax responds, looking through the channels.
“I told you, a good one.” Chibs says once it ends.
“But he killed all those people.”
“Yeah, but his story is cool.” Chibs responds, drinking the rest of his glass.
“Didn’t he have kids?” Jax asks. “I couldn’t imagine having kids and killing people for a living.”
“Me ‘either, Jackie.”
“I’m gonna go check on Ari, will you check on Sophia? Just make sure she’s still okay in there.”
“Aye.”
“Thanks, brother.” Jax says, carrying Abel up to his room.
“Hey babe,” Jax says, walking into our room. “I fed Chibs, but Sophia was still in her room. How do you want to handle that?”
“I don’t care. You can handle it.” I respond, waving him off.
“Baby, don’t be like this. I thought about what you said, and you were right, I do undermine you, and I’m sorry. What do you want to do about Sophia?”
“She needs to be grounded. She needs to stop back talking and throwing a fit.”
“You need to eat, darlin’.” Jax says, sitting down next to me.
“Not hungry.”
“You can fool other people, but not me. Now get your cute ass downstairs and eat something.”
“Fine, wanna smoke a joint with me? I need to relax.” I reply.
“Should Sophia eat too?” Jax asks
“Yes. You get her food and then come get me. If I see her, she is going to act like an ass, and I don’t want to yell at her again.”
“I’ll have Chibs do it, we can go out on the balcony and light it up.” Jax responds, standing up and making his way to the door.
“Great, I get to roll, you can’t roll for shit.”
“Okay, you roll some and I’ll go talk to Chibs. Save some for him.” Jax replies.
“I don’t know, maybe.” I reply in a teasing tone.
“We just won’t tell him we are going to smoke. I need to go talk to Sophia and let her know she’s grounded.”
“Good plan. Jax, she’s never been grounded. Explain what that means. Tell her that she can’t see you at work for a week, no TV, no hanging out with Tommy, and in bed by 7 for the week.”
“I’ll let her know.” Jax replies, shutting the door.
“Jax, I rolled 3.” I say as he walks back in. “How’d it go with Sophia?”
“She threw another fit. I told her I’d add on another week and if she didn’t stop with the fits. She then proceeded to throw another one, so now she’s grounded for 2 weeks. I went ahead and fed her because she wouldn’t stop screaming, and I didn’t want to put Chibs through that. I sent him on home, and Sophia is in bed. I don’t know what her deal has been lately.” Jax responds, taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants.
“Why are you stripping?” I ask, laughing.
“Because I want to.”
“Maybe I want to as well?”
“Do it.” Jax laughs. “The kids are in bed so we can walk around the house naked if we wanted to.”
“Maybe I will walk around the house naked.” I laugh, getting up off the bed and taking Jax’s shirt off, leaving me in just my panties.
“Let’s light that.” Jax says, pointing to the joints I left on the desk.
“Outside. We don’t want the house to smell like weed.” I laugh, making my way to the balcony.
“You are going out topless?” Jax asks. “You’re going to be cold, what if someone sees you?”
“Well, I guess you better come on and keep me warm.” I laugh, lighting the joint and taking a long drag. Jax plops down on the patio chair and pulls me into his lap.
“What do you think Sophia’s issue is lately?” Jax asks, taking the joint from me and taking a long hit.
“I think it’s that she is finally comfortable enough to know that if she acts up she isn’t going to be beaten or locked in the bathroom.”
“Well, it’s good that she is feeling more comfortable, but she needs to stop with the fits.” Jax laughs.
“I know, she’s been doing this to me every day. When I took her with me to the store the other day, she literally threw a fit and starting hitting me and throwing herself down because I wouldn’t let her get a toy. I had Phil take her out to the car because she wouldn’t calm down. I can’t deal with her attitude anymore. She does it more when you aren’t around. That’s why I snapped at her.” I say, taking the joint from him.
“We need to have a talk with her about her fits. She shouldn’t be treating you like that.”
“I know Jax. This is just the most stability she’s had in a while.”
“Nothing is going to change about that but she needs to stop treating you like shit.” Jax says, taking a drag before putting out the completely smoked joint, reaching out to get another and lighting it.
“She’s never gonna believe that. The reason we moved around so much was because when people started to see the bruises Darren would leave we would have to move. I know she shouldn’t act like this, Jax, but I’m scared she’s gonna think we have to leave again.”
“We just need to keep telling her that she isn’t going anywhere.”
“She’s 6, Jax. She freaked out starting full day school because she thought we were going to leave her and not come back.”
“And by instilling that she isn’t going anywhere we will help her.”
“You’re right. I just hope I didn’t fuck her up. I think we need to start punishing her more too. She needs to learn she can’t act like an asshole and expect to not get in trouble.”
“There’s only so much we can do babe, she’s 6. And I’m not about to try taking Hank away from her again. I grabbed him because he was about to fall, she looked like she was about to punch me.”
“I’m not saying we need to take Hank. I’m saying that we need to punish her consistently so that she doesn’t think we are going to keep giving in.” I say, puffing on the joint.
“I agree. I also think you should call Kelsey, see if she’s okay. She seemed pretty upset.”
“We’ve already been texting Jax. She’s fine. She went to Chibs. I think something is going to happen there!” I laugh.
“He let a girl in his place without him? That’s never happened before.” Jax exclaim, his eyes wide.
“Yep. Apparently when they went outside he was really sweet and told her should couldn’t drive that far with it being dark and her being upset, so he gave her his key and the address.”
“He’s right though.”
“He needs somebody Jax, you can tell he’s down. I see the way he looks at us when we are all together as a family, he’s sad. I think that has something to do with why he always wants to stay as late as possible.”
“You think he wants a family?” Jax asks
“Yes, I do. He loves kids and he doesn’t get to see his daughter.”
“He told you about his daughter?” Jax asks incredulously.
“Yes, and about Jimmy O.”
“He hasn’t even fully told me the story. Do you hang out without telling me?”
“It’s because Sophia asked about his scars and when she fell asleep he told me the full story. And yeah, we hangout a lot. He goes to the store with me, we get coffee, and when Gemma has Abel and Sophia we get actual drinks.”
“I thought Phil went to the store with you?” Jax asks.
“He does when I have Sophia, but I normally go with Chibs during the day when I just have Abel. We have fun together.”
“He’s spending more time with my old lady than I am.”
“Maybe Kelsey can keep him company, and you can keep me company more during the day.” I wink at him.
“I think can find some good ways to keep you company while Abel is napping.” Jax smirks, biting my neck.
“Is that so? If I’d known that I could just call you and get laid I would have been doing it more often. You’ve been slackin’.” I laugh, lighting up the last joint.
“Oh baby, if you ever want laid call me or just show up and make me go to the dorm with you. I like it when you’re demanding.” Jax purrs.
“Well, can I call you now?” I ask innocence on my face.
“No, you gotta get some food in you first. Can’t have you wasting away.” Jax laughs at the crestfallen look on my face.
“Trust me missing a few meals will be good for me.” I murmur, making a move to get up.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jax asks, kissing my neck and wrapping his arms tighter around me stopping me from getting up.
“It means that I’m fat and I can stand to lose a couple pounds.” I laugh.
“Baby, you aren’t fat. You are gorgeous and I fucking love your curves. Literally feel me, I’m hard as fuck.” Jax laughs, thrusting his hips up a bit.
“I can.” I reply, grinding down on him with a smile.
“You want the D you gotta eat.”
“Well, then get your ass up and come eat an omelet with me.”
“You’re making omelets.” Jax asks, standing up with me in his arms.
“Did you want something else?”
“No, I fucking love your omelets!” Jax exclaims, rushing back into our bedroom and towards the door.
“So does you stomach. I swear you could eat 7.”
“You betchya.” Jax laughs.
“I need a shirt, Jax.”
“No you don’t, remember we can walk around naked because the kids are sleeping. Plus, nudity is alright. Gotta teach the kids to be okay with their bodies.”
“What if they wake up, you can’t keep your ass quiet.”
“They aren’t going to get up and if they do oh well. We are wearing underwear.”
“True. Take me to the kitchen peasant.” I laugh. He sits me down before turning away from me and squatting down.
“Hop on.” Jax says, glancing over his shoulder at me.
“Yes! I love piggyback rides!” I laugh, wrapping my legs tightly around him.
“You and Sophia both.”
“Fuck yeah! Go!” I laugh.
“What is it Sophia says?”
“Onward, Noble Steed!”
“You taught her that shit, I remember you saying that to me and Opie all the time when we gave you piggyback rides.” Jax laughs.
“You loved it then, and you love it now.”
“Fuck yeah I do!” He replies, running to the stairs.
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I hadn’t seen Jax in what felt like forever. He had told me that he didn’t want me coming up to Stockton to visit, I got it. I always panicked when he got hurt and let’s face it, jail time was not about to go smoothly for a member of Samcro. Hell, even if Jax wasn’t a patch, he’d find trouble. That guy had a knack for it.
I figured I’d head over to the clubhouse, everyone was going to be heading straight there...Jax wouldn’t live ‘til the next day if he didn’t see Gemma straight away. Honestly, the woman was a force to be reckoned with. Past experience taught me that she had no issue with coming to see her son, regardless of what he was doing. She never batted an eye the time he’d visited me first when he returned from a run, he’d been balls-deep in me and she just walked in like she owned the damn place.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked her. She was a caring woman with a huge heart, who’d do absolutely anything to save her family. She just expected to be put first. I got that, I really did. So that’s why I resolved to meet him at the club house each time. It saved me the embarrassment.
The celebration was in full swing by the time I’d arrived, I wanted to make sure that I looked my best. My long hair swung slightly with each step, tendrils teased wayward by the slight breeze. The heels of my boots clacked loudly on the sidewalk, then crunched as I reached the gravel by the club. There were a few people outside, chatting in the cool evening air. As I approached, Gemma turned and greeted me with a megawatt smile,
“Hey there sweetheart, up for a party?”
“Hi Gem, I’m looking forward to seeing that son of yours,” I hugged her in greeting and she motioned me inside,
I got two steps into the club and the room spun. Well, I was spun around in a pair of trunk-like arms. I let out a laugh of half-surprise, half-amusement as Opie set me back on my feet with a grin,
“Welcome home, Ope,” I giggled at him. Even in the gloom I saw the bruised eye and cut above his brow and frowned. Leaning up on tip-toes I kissed his whiskery cheek before stepping around him. There was a lot of people here this evening, as usual it took me an age to even make it as far as the bar. I tended to stay out of the way when Jax wasn’t about, so everyone took the opportunity to catch up with me, too.
I leaned across the bar to give Chibs a kiss hello, grimacing as my bare forearms stuck to the tacky residue of liquor on the bar-top. He grinned, the dimples deepening around the scars on his cheeks as he handed me a cloth to wipe my arms,
“Sorry lass, the prospects hav’nae got the hang of pouring the drink intae the glasses instead of over the bar yet,”
“S’ok Chibby, I’ll live. Can I have a whiskey and coke please?”
I watched as he poured, the golden liquid coating the glass, two finger widths up the side, three cubes of ice and topped with cola. Chibs always made the perfect mix, he knew exactly how I liked it and always had a smug look on his face when i smacked my lips in approval at the first taste.
“See boys? Tha’s how tae make a woman smile,” he winked at me roguishly. I couldn’t help but grin back at him. Turning my back on the bar, I scanned the room for the one I’d come to see. I strained to see over the heads of those in the club and failed. Huffing to myself I climbed up onto the bar to better view the room; Bobby and Juice were at the pool table, looked like they were playing pairs with a couple of crow eaters, there was Lyla talking to Clay and Piney. Shit. Lyla being here meant Ima was likely sniffing round the place too. If she was sniffing round the club she was indubitably sniffing round Jax. Jax who I couldn’t currently see. I dropped my gaze and saw two blue eyes looking up at me, crinkled in a grin. I squatted down onto my haunches and Tig’s hands grabbed my hips, lifting me down to the floor with ease,
“Hiya Tiggy,” I mumbled in his ear as he squeezed me into a hug, “Where’s my guy?”
“Hey baby-doll, I think he went to his bunk. I’ve not seen him for a little while. You doin’ ok beautiful?”
“Yeah I’m good thanks, glad to have you all back,”
“Damn good to be back, I tell ya. Now go find Jax,” he ushered me off with a wicked leer and a smack on the ass.
A few more hugs and hellos got me to the corridor. I brushed my fingers along the blue tank of JT’s bike fondly as I passed, the sensation of the cool metal comforting. I took a mouthful of my drink, feeling the warmth slide down my throat and settle in my belly. As I reached Jax’s room, I noticed the door was shut. Maybe he just needed some alone time; not something he would have had much of this last eight months. I stood motionless for a short time outside the door, my eyes tracing the grain of the wood as my mind processed the trains of thought, the anticipation building within me. I filled my lungs and pushed the air out in a slow stream as I grasped the brass of the door handle. The metal turned easily in my fingers and the door separating me from Jax swung away.
In times of trauma, most people describe it afterwards like it happened in slow motion, or so fast it was a blur. That wasn’t what it was like for me. Everything happened in real time, but I noticed every detail.
The spin of the glass as it left my hand.
The drops of liquid as they formed an arc.
The change of expression on Jax’s face.
The smug smirk on Ima’s.
The scuffle as Jax pulled his jeans up.
The smash of the glass against the wall.
The tone of regret in his voice as he said my name.
The crawling feeling of my skin when he touched me.
“It’s not what it looks like,”
I shrugged my arm roughly out of his hands. Hands that less than a minute ago had been rocking Ima onto his dick.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot, Jax.” I said coldly. At that moment, I felt nothing but disgust.
“Please, wait, just-”
“-just what, Jax? What the hell do you think you’re doing? No, you know what? I don’t give a shit. I don’t care what you have to say,” He reached for me again and I held a finger up in warning, “NO, you don’t get to fucking touch me,”
“Where are you going?” he pleaded in a pained voice as i whirled around and stalked down the corridor,
“It’s really not your business any more.” I replied stonily. I wasn’t going to give him or Ima the satisfaction of my rage. I strode into the thick of the party and collided with Tig,
“Whoa where’s the fire?” he grabbed my arms instinctively and caught sight of my face, “Baby what’s wrong?”
I looked up into his concerned face mutely. His lips drew into a line and he ushered me into the club room. Once the doors had shut, he thumbed away the tears that had escaped onto my cheeks. Ducking down slightly he asked me again,
“What’s wrong?”
“I, uh, don’t think Jax and I are gonna work out,” I whispered with a watery smile. Our attentions were drawn to the sudden lack of music. Jax’s voice rang through the quiet,
“Where’s Kat? Has anyone seen her?”
Tig looked at me and I just shook my head. I couldn’t bring myself to face Jax. Not right then. Not after what he had just done. He took my cue and slid out into the main room. I heard Clay’s voice answer first,
“What’s up, son?”
“I need to speak to Kat, where is she?”
“I uh, think she left, brother,” Oh Tig, thank you, “she seemed to be in a hurry, man,”
“Shit,”
A few moments of murmured voices indicated Jax leaving. Tig sidled back into the room where I remained stood in the dark, trembling. Clay pushed the door open slowly,
"Wanna tell me what's got you lyin’ to your VP?"
"Look, all I know is Kat is upset and Jax seems to be th-ah shit, you gotta be kidding me," Tig had looked over Clay's shoulder and must have seen Ima emerging from the dorms. Lyla's shrill demand from the other side of the window confirmed it,
"Really, Ima? Jax? Are you serious?"
Her smug purr made me want to smack her mouth to the other side of her face as she replied,
“Oh please, Lyla, he was practically begging me for it. Who am I to deny the Vice Pres?”
Clay's indistinct growl pulled my attention back as he let the door swing shut again. I wasn’t even aware that I was crying at first. Tig's arms were suddenly enveloping me as silent sobs racked my body. I got control of myself and concentrated on the scent of leather and Tig's cologne to ground me again. He was stroking my hair softly, his chin resting on top of my head as he held me tight to him. As I made to move, he loosened his grip but kept hold of me. His eyes searched mine as I sniffled,
"Please tell me he wasn't as stupid as I think he was,"
My nod confirmed Tig's suspicion. He dragged a hand down his face in exasperation,
"Stupid sonofa-" the door opening again interrupted his sneer. I noticed the music had started again when Clay came back into the room,
"I figured sending him out somewhere would be the best option, I don’t know what happened but I think I have a fair idea,” he looked expectantly at Tig.
“Yeah, good. I'm gonna take Kat to my room until this is figured out. Do me a favour boss, get rid of that fucking gash Ima,"
Clay's face twisted into a cruel smile, "I'll get Gemma right on it,"
I had no idea what his plans were, right then I didn't care. I just wanted time to process what the fuck had happened. I remained silent as Tig ushered me wordlessly to his bunk, thankfully the opposite end of the corridor to Jax's. He sat me on the bed and left, returning with two glasses and a bottle of Jamiesons.
I watched as Tig poured the whiskey, handing me a glass and sipping his own.
"You gonna talk to me, sweetheart?"
I heaved a sigh and swallowed a mouthful of my drink,
"When I opened the door to his room, I was gonna surprise him. Seems I was surplus to requirement. He was fucking her into the bed...
...I know on a run there's sweetbutts and things happen, I accept that. I don't ask. I don't want to know. But he's not on a run, Tig, he's home. I don't know why, I don't-" a slug of whiskey calmed the sobs threatening to break through, "It hurts. God it hurts so bad," the tears flowed freely as I acknowledged the pain. I had no more to say,
"Let it out baby doll,"
I held my head in my hands as I felt myself crumble. I couldn't believe he'd done that to me. All the promises, all the ‘I love you’s, it all meant nothing. Eight long years. I wondered how long he'd been cheating for? After all, if he'd done it once...
The mattress sank to my left as Tig sat down next to me. He topped off my glass first then his own before offering me a cigarette. I took it and allowed him to light it for me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I exhaled the smoke. When we had finished in silence, he spoke softly,
"You found a level?" He instinctively knew not to ask if I felt better. Like I could.
"Lil bit," I chewed my lip as I contemplated the liquor swirling in the glass. I took another mouthful as I considered my request carefully, "I don't wanna be alone tonight,"
"Ok sweetheart, you want me to call someone for you?"
"No, I don't want everyone to know. Can I stay here?" I instantly felt guilty. Tig had been just as confined as the rest whilst inside, no doubt he'd be wanting a release, "no, sorry Tig. Forget I asked. I'll go back to the apartment, I've no doubt you've got some catching up to do," I shook my head with a smile,
"Like hell you will,"
"But,"
"But nothing, sweetheart. You're hurting. I'm here for you. Anything you need. I'll sleep on the floor, you can take the bed,"
"Tig I'm not kicking you out of your own bed on your first night of freedom, share with me,"
Tig looked at me carefully, studiously, like he was trying to read my thoughts.
"You sure you wanna?"
"Look, the guy I've spent eight years of my life with has hurt me tonight beyond measure. Even if you screwed me and dropped me tomorrow, I don't think I could feel any worse,"
“Oh baby, no,” I didn’t know how much of Tig’s sigh was sympathy and how much was denial. I felt his eyes searching within me. I was suddenly very aware of how close his body was to mine. He shifted slightly towards me and the mood in the room shifted with him.
The air pressed on every inch of my skin. I felt as if we were connected by an invisible band, pulling me in closer. I felt like I was drowning. Like he was my oxygen. I needed him. My eyes moved from his electric blue gaze to his lips, watching his tongue dart out across the length of his lower lip. I felt myself moving closer to him. He reciprocated. I trapped my lip between my teeth, allowing it to pull itself free as my eyes flicked back to his. His fingers ran the length of my jaw as he grazed the pad of his thumb along my lips. I felt the cool metal of his jewellery in stark contrast to the heated flush of my cheek.
“Sweet girl,” he shook his head a little from side to side as his fingers edged round the back of my neck, “you deserve so much better,” his gaze grew darker as he moved his face towards mine.
I wanted him to know me. I needed him to heal me. I had to feel wanted. Worth something. I leaned ever closer, intoxicated by the intertwining aromas of whiskey, smoke and leather mixing with his cologne. My eyes closed momentarily, an invitation.
The spark ignited the charged atmosphere as our lips met...
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