Endless Legacy

Goodbye

{Charming 2014, Teller-Morrow Automotive}

"I love you son," Jax clutched his brawny arms around the young boy, collecting him in his grasp in an embrace that made it evident that something was causing him reason not to let go. Only the blonde haired, blue eyed biker knew that reason; it had not been relinquished to anyone other than Nero only moments ago as they stood in the emptiness of his mother's office, the walls that held many secrets, lies and even a few truths. Some truths that Jax wasn't ready to express so freely. His mouth ran dry and it was difficult for his own saliva to pass through the lump in his throat as the soft voice graced his ears, the little arms squeezing him back. "I love you too, daddy."

Wendy looked on at the little boy her and Jax had created together. Despite their differences, Abel was the one thing they had done right. Amidst the fighting and hatred her and her ex husband shared, that emotion never overflowed towards Abel; their son was the love of each of their lives and it showed, especially at the exact moment she realized Jax was struggling to untangle his flannel covered arms from around their pride and joy. A sense of concern and dread suddenly washed over her as she caught herself tightening the grip on the small boy resting on her hip, the son that belonged not to her but to a woman who so graciously cared for Abel as her own when Wendy could not. Tara had stepped up to the plate and raised Wendy's flesh and blood while his biological mother struggled to barely look after herself. How the irony had fallen; Two women who loved Jackson Teller, raising the children brought into the world by the other when each of them were unable. Luckily for Wendy her reasoning was short lived. Tara's however was not and Wendy's thoughts drifted for a brief moment to the headstone on Tara's grave. ~Devoted Wife and Mother ~ Devoted mother, yes. Wife, of course but devoted? That was one assumption Wendy would disagree on. Forcing herself forward she rested her dainty hand on the cool, smooth leather that rested on Jax's shoulder like a second skin, hoping it would help ease whatever it was that seemed to have him off kilter.

"Jax, you ok?" The pads of her fingers caressed the seams of his leather kutte as she spoke.

"Yeah.." Her angelic voice graced his ears and instantly Jax felt the tinge of warm tears threaten to emerge from beneath his lids. Quickly the back of his hand swept across his unshaven face, a move he hoped would keep the threatening emotions at bay as he stood and faced her. For the first time in all the years Jax had known Wendy Case, this was the first time he truly looked at her. The golden strands of her hair draped perfectly around her beautiful face, accentuating every feature he had in the past chose to ignore. He knew deep in the pit of his dark and dreadful soul that she, not Tara Knowles, was the woman meant for him. Wendy was the light in his dark, the other matching half of his god forsaken soul. The mother of his oldest son was the right to every wrong within him. She was there despite the chaos, despite the monster that now lived within him. She never left; she chose to embrace the shit storm he called life and had always wanted to do it standing at his side even in times he pushed her away. Not only did the tears threaten because of the impending doom lingering in his heart but because of all the bullshit he'd done, especially to her. She never deserved it but somehow, each time, he justified it. He wished he could tell her he was sorry, show her that his heart had truly always been hers. She embraced the MC life but most of all she embraced him, in all the bull shit he put her through, she was still here. For him. For his sons. Wendy Case was the one woman Jax Teller could finally admit was everything he ever needed and wanted. But now...now it was too late.