Jax Teller and Tiki Munson are childhood sweethearts who had the perfect little life with their son Abel until Tiki commits a murder and is sent to prison. After she gets out on parole for good behavior will SAMCRO be able to forgive the daughter of...
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The sound of my own voice calling out her name startled me awake, my throat constricted with a mix of fear and longing. I glanced to my left at the sight of the empty bed beside me. Sitting up, I hastily wiped away the remnants of tears that had escaped during my restless slumber. A sense of relief washed over me, knowing that my nightmare had gone unnoticed by anyone else in the house. But the haunting image of Tiki, my ex-girlfriend, had been tormenting me for weeks now, replaying memories of our time together in an endless loop within my mind.
The arrival of a letter from the parole board, informing me of Tiki's impending release, reopened old wounds that I had believed had long since healed. Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I finally mustered the strength to leave the comfort of my bed. Quietly, I made my way to the bathroom, hoping that the cold water splashing against my face would wash away the lingering memories of Tiki.
As I stared at my weary reflection in the mirror, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. The burden of keeping Tiki's parole a secret had begun to weigh heavily on me, leaving me looking worn and exhausted. I couldn't bear the thought of upsetting my family with the news that Tiki, the woman who had once been such a significant part of my life and the mother of my son, would soon be free from the confines of prison. My mother would undoubtedly be overwhelmed with anger, and the thought of breaking the news to Abel, my young son, filled me with a mix of apprehension and uncertainty.
After completing my morning routine in the bathroom, I quietly made my way towards Abel's bedroom. As I entered, I couldn't help but notice how peacefully he slept, cocooned in his blankets. Abel definitely inherited my Viking good looks, but his quirky habits were all from his mother, Tiki. She used to wrap herself up like a burrito, leaving me shivering beside her. I shook off the memories and approached Abel's bed, gently pulling off his blanket to let the cool morning air wake him up. His face scrunched up in annoyance before he let out a grumpy sigh.
With a cheerful tone, I chirped, "Come on, little man, it's time for school." Abel groggily responded, his voice scratchy from sleep, "Dad! I'm too tired, and I'm almost taller than you." I couldn't help but laugh as I left him to get up and headed towards the kitchen. My steps were slow as I noticed Tara sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in scrubs and sipping from a coffee cup. I made a conscious effort to push aside thoughts of Tiki and put on a content smile as I approached my old lady.
"Good morning, Darling. I thought you had already left for work," I greeted her. Tara stood up, walked to the sink, and placed her cup down with a sigh. She stood there, staring out of the kitchen window, lost in her thoughts. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked,
"What's bothering you?" Tara turned her back to me and replied, her voice tinged with frustration, "I asked you to talk to Abel." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her request. "He's just a kid, Tara. Teenagers always have an attitude. It's part of growing up," I explained.
