This Life

Chapter 11

**Lizzy**

It's been about two weeks since I've spoken to Jax.

I started pinstriping, and painting gas tanks for motorcycles. I've got maybe five orders and all of them are obviously with SAMCRO. Thankfully, the jobs are detailed enough to charge 500 a pop; which means I'm halfway to my goal of 5 grand.

I've also picked up a job at the local grocery store to try and get some more steady income, on top of painting. Have to have money to pay the bills and get by on more than just coffee, bag salads, and string cheese.

Op and Juice paid a visit a few days ago. Jax was supposed to come along with Op, but he "got caught up with something," was the excuse I heard. The boys didn't want to go into it.

I frankly didn't care. I was happy to have help moving in the newest addition to my house.

A new mattress.

Through Opie, I found out he knew all along, but because of the "bro-code" he vowed not to spill unless it was brought up. I couldn't be mad at him because I never asked him about it. I still was, but not enough to ignore him like Jax.

Turns out Gemma's entire angle for breaking Jax and I up wasn't because she adored Wendy, and wished for the father of the baby to be with her ex-daughter-in-law. It was because she hated my family, she couldn't help, but get her wolf pup out of the lion's den. "We weren't to be trusted," was the excuse she was telling Jax, and apparently since then he hasn't spoken a word to his mother.

I wasn't all that broken hearted on the outside; in fact, as far as they knew I wasn't even bothered in the slightest by the betrayal. On the inside was a different story; I cried anytime I was given the chance to be alone and sink deep into my thoughts. I mean how could I not, I felt used and played for a fool.

Like normal around 5:00 P.M. I heard the low rumble of a Harley. I hadn't heard it in awhile, but I knew it was Jax riding by.

I had a feeling it was him because the last few times I gave into my childish senses, or just so happened to be sitting on the front porch. He was there on his bike driving slowly like he wanted to visit, but knew better not to.

I didn't even care to look this time. After what had happened last time I saw him. I truly could care less to see his face, but a part of me still wanted to.

Who leaves their partner during such an amazing part of life?

Jax does apparently.

Another long hour passed.

A light tapping came from the door. Juice stood there with a friendly smile stretched across his face.

This was our thing. He comes over sometime during the week after work, keeps me company for dinner, and all night long.

"You bring gifts," I said.

I was still dressed in my PJ's; a large Harley Davidson T-shirt covering the short house shorts I was thankfully wearing.

"What's on the menu today," his eyes were scanning me up and down, and held up the case of cheap gas station beer.

"Could be me if you're good," I said, signaling for him to join me inside. "I just started dinner. You want some?"

"How could I not?!" Juice said as he joined me in the kitchen. His eyes followed my every move.

Talking over beers, Juice caught me up on shop drama. He also brought over an ounce of weed, and without charge which was very sweet of him.

"I'm gonna have to start paying for this," I said, pulling Juice in for a tight hug.

I made sure he could feel that I had no bra on. I'm sure he could tell from how hard my nipples were in the cooled house.