Sons of Anarchy

3. Jax 18+

(Y/n) P.O.V

          Living in Charming your whole life you notice there are only three types of men for you to be with: cops, drug addicts, or bikers. Now how I ended up around the Sons, but I did. I was there when Jax first got with Tara, Opie's daughter was born, and I'm here when Gemma needs help. I don't remember how I ended up in this room with Jax. His body pressed against mine, his lips burning my neck, his hips snapping to mine, and his hands squeezing mine above my head. He flips us over so I'm over him, his hands grip my hips as I hold onto his shoulders, and before I could blink he rams into me causing me to bounce with him. As he slows us down he moves a hand up my back, and kisses me deeply. He holds me  to his chest as he turns us to the side, and pushes inside of me slowly and deeply. 
"God baby." He groans in my neck. "You're mine." 
"Yes Jax." I moan out. 
         He starts pounding into me, and all I can do is hold onto his shoulder. With one last ram we release together, and lay on each other. He doesn't let go of my waist, but he lays back.
            Over the next couple weeks things get busy, and I only see Jax when he goes to sleep. I was so stressed between helping the club, and my actual job at the realtor's office. I didn't realize I missed my period until I tried to eat an egg salad sandwich, and spent the rest of the day in the bathroom, hugging the toilet. I'm so stupid Jax isn't going to want another child. 
          I moved back into my house, granted I didn't have that much stuff at the clubhouse. I tried not to think of Jax as I took many different tests, and how he will feel about this. I know he'll be angry I'm hiding, but I don't know how he'd react to the baby. I throw away the positive tests, and rush to the hospital. I needed to make sure the baby was okay from me drinking, and just how long I am. The OB told me everything was fine, and I am only a month long. I asked so many questions, the doctor gave me so many book options, and told me she was going to get some vitamins for the baby. 
          As I'm filling out the last bit of papers I hear my name being called. I look behind me to see Gemma, and my body instantly goes cold. 
"Is everything alright?" She asks, trying to look at the papers. 
"Oh just some stomach problems." I smile. 
"Here's your prenatal vitamins. You take them in the morning and at night. If you have any questions please call, don't google." My OB comes out from behind the counter. 
          I thank my doctor before turning to Gemma, and she has wide eyes. I just grab my things, and walk away. She follows me inside the elevator. 
"If you don't tell Jax I will." She says in a sharp tone. 
"I'm going to tell him. I just don't know how." The elevator opens, and I rush to my car. 
          Once I get home I order Chinese food, and try to relax. The next couple of weeks I don't really leave my house, because of my morning sickness, and just being weak. I finally felt up to taking a shower, and as I'm putting my shirt on someone knocks on the door. I open the door to see an angry looking Jax. I open the door more to let him in, and go to the living room. After he shuts the door he sits next to me. 
"You have something to tell me?" He questions. 
"Jax, I was going to tell you, but I have been exhausted." I start. "I'm pregnant." 
          I don't look over at him, I look at this picture of us at a costume party the club had. He holds my hand softly to get my attention, but when I look at him he still looks angry.
"Were you just going to leave?" He asks. 
"No. I've been in the bed or bathroom the past week and a half. I'm a month along, and I swear I was going to tell you." I could even hear the desperation in my voice. 
"Why didn't you just come back to the clubhouse?" He questions. 
"I wanted to be home where it's quiet." 
         He nods in understanding, but stands up before walking into the kitchen. I hear him opening things, and huffing around. 
"You have no food, but takeout." He fussed. "Do you feel like going to the store?" 
          He practically fills the whole kitchen with my favorite stuff, and healthy foods. He doesn't really leave my side the next couple of months, but I'm still worried about Gemma. She watches me like I'm doing something, and gives me attitude. Jax's sons love the idea of a new sibling, and we have gotten so much closer. Since my house was bigger they moved in with me, but the boys had to share a room. I found out I was having a girl, and I didn't think Jax could be anymore excited. She was born at midnight, so Jax thought Luna would be a great name for her. She was named Luna Delia Teller, and was spoiled before she could open her eyes.
         Jax is the best dad to all the kids, and doesn't let me forget how he's the best man. Luna has been learning how to scoot around on her tummy, and as I was trying to get her to crawl someone knocked on the door. Gemma is standing there smiling. 
"Hey Gemma, come in. The boys are at a friend's house, but Luna is scooting around." I laugh.
"I actually came to talk to you." She says. "Can we talk for a minute?" She points to the kitchen table.
"Of course. Do you want coffee?" 
"I won't be here that long." She sits across from me. "(Y/n) it isn't news that I don't like you, but I've tolerated you enough. You need to go away…"
"Excuse me? Go away? Gemma I'm not leaving Jax because…" she smashes my face into the table. 
"I was talking." She says over my groaning. "I wouldn't fight me if I were you. You wouldn't want to end up like Tara now, would you?" She taunts. "I'll take Luna with me, so you can pack."
"You're not taking my daughter." I grit out. 
        She doesn't say anything, just stands from her set, and throws me to the floor. Before I can reach she kicks my stomach, and grabs a knife from the counter. 
"Leave, or I'll kill you." She threatens. 
        She throws me to the floor, and I must have blacked out for an hour. Once my eyes straighten out I try to jump up, but I quickly realize what happened was real. I sob on the floor before struggling to stand up. I can't let Gemma get away with this, but I know she's not lying. She'd kill me, and I can't let Jax or one of the boys find me like that. As I write a letter to them giving them a brief explanation, and begging them not to hate me. I put the letter in the family book in the boy's room, and grab a couple bags for some of my things. 
         As I drove past the LEAVING CHARMING  sign I couldn't believe I was running away, leaving my family. I cried for four months, and every year for their birthday when I ate a cupcake for them. 

Five Years Later
Jax P.O.V

       Today is Luna's birthday, and I hate thinking of the bitch that just up and left her. I can understand leaving me, but her own kid. Luna has been asking what (y/n) looks like, so I decided to stomach looking at her face for one night. None of us understand why she left, but I couldn't come to care. As I pull different things out the attic that belonged to (y/n) I hold myself back from crying, and screaming in anger. I saw a picture book she put together with the boys, so I put it with the other stuff on the table. The mountain of stuff I have falls over, and an envelope falls from the book. I pull the paper out. It has wet spots, and some spots that look like blood. It is a short letter that takes my legs out from under me. 

Dear my family,

     Please don't hate that I left. I was only thinking of you, and your wellbeing. I was told I was only going to make Jax a soft man, and that would only get everyone killed. I never thought she'd actually tell me I'm a parasite to her family that sucks the life out of everyone, and if I didn't leave I'd end up like Tara. I didn't want the kids, or Jax to see what would happen if she actually did what she threatened.  Please remember I love all of you with my soul. 
             Love, mom

P.S Jax please understand why I listened. 

She...my mom did what? A week later the club voted to kill my mom on the murder of Tara. That night I shot my mother, and cried while holding Luna, hoping she'll come back.