Never Kiss and Teller

Too Close for Comfort

A few weeks in Jax' house felt insane. I stayed and helped with the boys as much as I could. And I only seen Jax a hand full of times. Once I accidentally walked in on him just stepping out of the shower. Was I mad no, but it was awkward nonetheless. We ate dinner a few times together with the boys but I could tell Abel was slipping deeper and deeper into a hole. These boys needed him. What was he doing? I laid Thomas down for a nap and my heart ached. If only I could have had this. I was in my early thirties and the thought of being able to birth a child of my own. Was never going to happen.  Coming out of the nursery, Gemma was in the living room with Abel.
"Jax asked for you to meet him at the clubhouse. Called me a few minutes ago," I scoffed.
"He has my number,"
"No idea sweetheart, men are weird." I agreed with her on that one.
"Okay. Thomas is asleep. You okay with them both?" She nodded and continued to watch Abel who was colouring with crayons on the coffee table.
"These boys need there dad." I said and Gemma looked at me.
"Maybe you need to talk to him," the looks she gave me was almost pity. I knew coming back here was going to be hard. But I wasn't stepping in to replace Tara. I wasn't there mother.

Pulling into the TM parking lot. I hoped out of my car and walked towards the club house. But the bikes outside the shop I didn't recognize. Then as I approached closer, four Mayan men walked out. A younger looking one eyeing me on the way by. One "what an ass" and a catcall whistle later and my temper flared.
"Seriously, are you twelve?" I angrily retorted. The young Mayan hopped off his bike he just approached and started to wander over to me.
"What you say? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Alright chica," I rolled my eyes. These guys could kill me but honestly would they try on the Sons property.
"Maybe you need hearing aids then. Women don't want to be cat called got it." I was definitely picking the wrong fight.  The man was furious but his demeanour changed when a hand circled around my waist. His fingers grazing the small amount of skin showing between my shirt and belt. It sent shivers crawling up my spine.
"Got an issue fellas," the young man waved him off and headed back for his bike. Mumbling under his breath. The Mayans took off and Jax let me go.
"I would prefer if you didn't try to get killed," he smirked and I shoved past him into the club house.
"What did you need to see me for?" I looked back at him and he pointed behind me. Turning around I couldn't believe it.
"What are you trying to do teller?" I smirked back at him and he rolled his eyes.
"I owed you something for how much you've been helping me out," I walked further into the club house my dads old bike was in the middle of the room. Cleaned up and fixed. It was trashed and burned up the last time I seen it.
"With your permission, we were going to display it in front of the shop. As a tribute to your old man," I smiled at him and a short sob slipped out. It was joyful but sad at the same time. I loved my dad even though we had little of a relationship throughout the years he still loved me. I nodded, choking back the sobs. Jax came up and hugged me to his chest. And I couldn't keep it together. I hugged him back and held myself closer to him. This did mean the world to me and I had no idea I would be this happy to see that stupid bike.

Pulling myself together, Jax and I sat at the bar of the TM. We poured a round of whiskey and I couldn't help but feel even a little happy for a minute.
"You're smiling, careful," I jabbed him in the arm and pulled myself to sit on the counter top.
"Thank you," I muttered out finally and he smiled back at me.
"It was the least we could to for how much shit you've been threw because of us," I rolled my eyes.
"Well I know it was your idea because Clay doesn't care that much," he tapped my knee with his hand.
"It may have been my idea," he boasted and I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"Thank you," I whispered and he stood up. So he was standing in front of me.
"Thank you, for helping me throughout everything. I mean you helped me pretty much my whole life. I don't know what I'd do without you M," his words got to me. I was barely home for the last half of my teen years but I was always drawn back here and maybe it wasn't just for my dad.
"How are you doing?" I asked as I knew his world also came crashing down the last two months.
"Managing, but it would've been harder without you and my mom," I wanted to kiss him, so badly. I had to restrain myself from making that decision. Because I had to control my emotions, it wasn't fair to him. But when he grabbed the middle of my back and pulled me closer. I couldn't control myself.
Our lips met with fiery passion. Not anything like when we were awkward kids. It felt right but I knew deep down it wasn't something good for either of us. But I was drawn to him, I always had been. The hand he placed on the back of my neck tilted my head to deepen the kiss, and it set my mind wild. I wrapped my legs around him and his kisses wandered down to my neck. But a cough from the doorway broke us apart. I pushed him away and slipped to the floor. Clay stood arms folded and you could see the glare from the door way aimed at Jax.
"You gonna tell her or am I?" Clay asked and my stare wandered to Jax.