Black Water | Jax Teller

Chapter 4

"Go Abel!" Vanessa shouted as she watched her son run across the field, the soccer ball in his possession. At first Vanessa was worried about Abel playing soccer or any type of sport considering his heart despite doctor's assurances he was fine. When Abel took an interest in soccer, she even insisted to the coach she would have liked him to be the goalie, however, Abel hated that position.

Despite her reservations, she looked forward to the biweekly games and she knew her son did too. It's almost funny to her, besides her, outlaw bikers all looked forward to Abel's soccer games as they cheered along with her for her son.

Despite her and Jax being separated, she still had a good relationship with all the guys despite her slowly isolating herself from that world. She knew the men would go to any length to protect her boys, but even Jax. With him being the president, she at least had some relief there were a group of men willing to die to protect her husband.

Even though she knew these men, despite their gruff and surly appearances that turn to putty when Abel brought out the puppy dog eyes, they still made imposing figures on the sidelines. People tended to avoid the section of the bleacher where they sat on and they were all too generous in throwing cagy looks there way. After six years being with Jax, she learned to ignore them in public for the sake of her children.

"Abel's getting good." Jax said proudly to her.

Vanessa looked up at Jax, who was still wearing his sunglasses. "Yeah, I know." She replied with a smile of her own. Jax smiled sweetly at her and she wanted to slap him for looking so handsome in his sunglasses on top of the beard that he was growing out. She knew he was growing that out purposefully.

"Ahh, ref that was a bullshit call!"

Vanessa eyes' snapped away from her husband's face to Tig, who was walking down from the top of the bleacher, where Bobby and Hap were holding him back from probably going to attack the referee. Vanessa rolled her eyes at Tig's theatrics mostly because somehow he found people who placed bets on adolescent soccer games.

"Hey, I'm going to go to the concession stand. You want anything?" Vanessa asked Jax when the game entered halftime. She watched as Jax went to stand up presumably to follow her or go get the food for her, but she placed her hands on his leather clad shoulders and kept him seated. "I got it Jax; just tell me what you want."

Jax's eyes went from her feet and trailed up to her face and gave her a cheeky smile. "I don't think what I want they have on the menu, darlin." Jax replied cockily.

"Jax," Vanessa admonished lightly as she looked at him unimpressed and crossed her arms only giving Jax more of an eyeful, as it pushed up her impressive cleavage despite her not even wearing a V-Neck.

He only chuckled while his hands went into his pocket bringing out a wad of cash and handing her two $20 dollar bills. She hesitated in taking the money, but knew better than to make a fuss about it in public. Being with Jax, she knew when it was an appropriate time in picking where most of their battles took place.

"Get me a pretzel and a water, babe."

Vanessa nodded her head, ignoring the term of endearment, before asking if anyone else wanted anything. By the time she got everyone's order Filthy Phil and the Prospect Rat Boy were following her over to the concession stand to assist in carrying back the food.

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"So how long do you have until you patch in?" She asked Rat Boy in line as the silence was killing her and she wanted to give him something to do like talk other than looking at her boobs.

Rat Boy's cheeks turned red as his eyes snapped up from looking at her legs and boobs. Phil even slapped him in the back of the head. "I have nine months to go."