Bumper Cars [EDITING]

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- Henley POV -

"We were supposed to get shit for your kid, not have a quickie on the side of the road, Jackson", I said, pulling her shorts back on.

Jax just smirked, and started the car.

He lit a cigarette, before pulling into the storage facility.

"You still smoke, darlin ?", he asked, offering me one.

"Some bad habits are hard to quit", I answered with a flirty smile, before taking the cigarette and letting Jax light it for me.

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After, we had gotten some stuff for the baby, I was looking through some baby books when I ran across a box.

It said, John Misc.

"Hey, Jax. I think this is a box of your dad's stuff", I said, picking up the box and handing it to him.

He sat down on a cooler. I was going to let him be alone to go through it, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap.

He pulled out some old pictures of his dad, and my dad, and his mom. They were actually all pretty hot back then.

"This is interesting", I said pulling out a big yellow, envelope.

Jax opened it up. It was a thick stack of papers. On the first page it said, 'The Life and Death of Sam Crow: How The Sons Of Anarchy Lost Their Way'

"This looks like some super deep shit", I said, mostly to myself.

He turned the page, the next page said, 'For my son Thomas, who is already at peace. And for my son Jackson, may he never this life of chaos.'

I looked at Jax's face. His expression was unreadable.

We read a little bit more.

"Who knew our old men were such hippies ?", I said to Jax, trying to lighten the mood.

He smiled. I think he realized what I was doing.

"Gun running, it was never apart of my dad's vision for the club", he said, more to himself.

I knew a little bit about what the club did. I didn't act like an idiot, like the croweaters... But, I wasn't all in it, like Gemma.

I love Gemma to death, but I never wanted to be an old lady, like her. I could never see myself being, so down for everything that came with the club, like she was.

I'm not an idiot. I know that if I choose to be with Jax, they'll be some pretty dangerous shit that goes on. I would just, rather be told what I needed to know. I would never need to know every single detail of what the club does.

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After we got some stuff for the baby, we went back to the clubhouse.

We were only there for about 3 minutes when Jax got a call.

I could tell whatever was being said to him, it wasn't good. His entire demeanor changed. He looked like a mix between devastated and infuriated.

He hung up the phone and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go", he said, pulling me out of the door.

"What's going on, Jackson ?", I said, worried.

"It's my kid", was all he said before we got on his bike, and sped off.