Black Water | Jax Teller

Chapter 1

"Baby, you don't need all those toys." Vanessa told her youngest son, who was 3 years old, as he was trying to cram his whole new inventory of toys in his Avengers backpack. Thomas only erupted in a fit of giggles as she placed as kiss on his chubby cheek. Despite the family's personal problems, Thomas was a very happy toddler unlike her oldest son who was sulking by the door. His mood was becoming increasingly sour towards everyone including her. Abel, 5 years old, was the spitting image of his father. They possessed the same blonde hair and blue eyes and even the patent Teller attitude. Vanessa was sure they inherited that from Gemma's side of the family.

"Abel, why don't you help your brother put his shoes on. You dad is going to be here any minute."

Vanessa watched as Abel wordlessly walked in the room and grabbed a pair of white Nike's identical to their father's. With Thomas distracted by his brother, she grabbed the forgotten book bag and headed back into the foyer where Abel's and Thomas' weekend bag was resting. She was sure she didn't need to pack extra clothes considering they were going to Gemma's. However, she knew her boys and they needed certain stuff animals, blankets, and pajamas to have a restful sleep.

Checking her watch, it was ten to four meaning Jax would be arriving any minute to pick up his sons for the weekend. Thomas, running down the hallway with his Leap Frog tablet, distracted her from her watch. Abel followed his brother miserably into the living room and sat on the couch while his brother got comfortable on the floor.

She sat next to her oldest son on their leather couch where he immediately settled into her lap hugging her. She pressed a kiss to her son's head. "What's wrong, Abel?"

"I want to stay home." He told her as he tightened his arms around her.

"Are you not feeling good?" She questioned as she placed her lips to his head again. His skin felt normal and he did not have threatening complications with his heart since he was born. But her worries about a physical ailment quelled with him shaking his head. "Then what is it baby?"

"I don't want to go with daddy."

Vanessa's stomach dropped. She knew this was going to happen eventually considering her and Jax never explicitly explained to their oldest why daddy wasn't living at home anymore. After a year of being separated, the toll of their boys going back and forth would start showing. She knew she should have been better prepared for it.

Vanessa moved Abel so he was looking at her. "Abel, I know this is hard, but daddy looks forward to his weekends with you."

A scowl took over her son's face, and Vanessa was sure she was looking at Jax. "He is always on his phone and leaves." He revealed crossing his arms at her.

Vanessa frowned slightly. Since Jax became president of the mother charter, he had become busier than when he was as the vice president. She could understand her son's frustration as it took her awhile to accept that Jax had an obligation to such a time consuming organization. She went to reply when there was a knock on the door. She gave Abel another kiss and placed him down on the couch. "Watch you brother, okay."

Reaching the door, she had a concrete idea of who it was. Opening it, her estranged husband stood on the doorstep. She looked him over quickly. It had been a week since she seen him, when he announced he was going on a run, tersely over the phone, as he wanted to say bye to the boys. He didn't look any worse for wear with his blonde hair slicked back and his beard looking thicker. He was in his leather kutte with the President patch sewn proudly on it with a charcoal hoodie underneath with a white tee shirt. Since an argument a few weeks ago, he never ventured further than the doorframe unless the boys wanted to show him something or he tucked them in.