Shatter The Glass - Jax Teller

twenty seven

Eighteen Years Later

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"Cole!" Jax shouts from the porch, his aging hands gripping the black door tightly. "Get your ass in here right now!"

"Aw shit." Cole mutters, kicking the stand on his bike out before unhooking his half shell helmet to place on his handlebar then pushes his messy blonde hair back. The eighteen year old half-ass jogs his way back to the porch, keeping his head down.

"The hell is that on your neck?" He asks in a quieter tone, trying to keep his wife from overhearing. "A hickey?"

"Dad, it's nothing-"

"Don't let a girl hoover your neck, son." He teases, ruffling his brown hair playfully like he has ever since he was old enough to walk. "You being smart?"

"Smart, like condom smart?" Jax nods and Cole nods back.

"Condoms?" Sophia shouts from the kitchen. "Condoms!?"

"Mom-"

"Soph, he's old enough to make his own choices-"

"My baby boy is not-"

"Mom-"

She cuts herself off with an overdramatic gasp, her eyes zoning in on the small lopsided splotch on her son's neck. "Who gave you that hickey, Cole?" She asks in an extremely motherly tone, licking her thumb to wipe at it roughly. Cole's face twists into discomfort and he winces.

"Mom, no one." He whines, blushing hard as he pulls away then looks down at his white sneakers.

"It's Marissa, isn't it?" Jax asks with a smirk.

"Who the hell is Marissa?"

"Happy's daughter."

"Shit." Sophia shakes her head, clenching her jaw at the thought of her not-so-little boy fucking around with a girl.

"I really gotta go." He says, glancing between his parents. "Lip's gonna be pissed if I'm late for another meeting."

"Fine. Go." She sighs, giving him a quick hug and kiss to the cheek before she returns to the kitchen. "You better behave, Cole."

"I will, Mom!" He yells back before turning to his dad. "You sure you don't want to go?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." He smiles, patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, I'll be at that party on Friday, though."

"I'll let Lip know." He grins before heading back out to his bike.

Jax shuts the door once his son is down the street and sighs as his eyes land on his wife. "What?"

"You miss the club?"

"Some days but it's nice to be out." He licks his lips. "I would've missed so much of his life if I was still in."

Sophia chuckles, wrapping her arm around his back, patting his chest. "You think he's doing good?"

Jax scoffs, slightly offended by her question. "He's my boy."

"So?" She snorts. "It's not like you were all high and mighty when you were a Prospect."

"Oh please, I kicked ass at being a Prospect."

"Wish I was around to see you doing what you put Lip and Half-Sack through." Jax says nothing as he suddenly disappears into the garage then returns shortly with a white cardboard box.