The Pull | Jax Teller

Assurances

Delilah woke up alone in bed. Moving her hand next to her, the sheets were even cold. Sitting up, she frowned and realized Jax must have left early in the morning to head to the clubhouse. Sighing, she got out of bed to relieve her bladder and brushed her teeth. She was going to make her way into Abel's room when a body came out of the doorway startling her.

"Jesus," Delilah exclaimed as she slammed a hand to her chest. It's only Jax.

"What are you still doing here?" She questioned.

Jax looked at her with a tired smile. "Needed the day off."

Delilah cupped his face as she remembered how he came home last night. She knew they killed the rapist. "Is everything okay?"

A smile tugged the corner of his lips and his hands found her waist. "I'm fine, babe, really."

She didn't believe him. "You want some breakfast?"

She almost regretted asking that question as he shot her a wolfish grin. "Depends what you're serving?"

She rolled her eyes. "Muffins aren't on the menu."

Jax laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Whatever you make is fine with me, babe."

...

Lip wiped the sweat off his forehead as he leaned against Fawn's small Honda. She was leaving it here. With her officially out of the hospital, she's leaving to go to rehab. He thought the least he could do was help her pack her things. It's been awkward between them. This was the longest any of them have been all together in five years.

It's honestly sad. There wasn't any other word for it except sad. Knowing he could've been more cruel and restrictive in regards to her access to Isla, she never made the effort for their daughter. Their relationship was something he wasn't going to try to dissect outside of trying to remember the girl he once held feelings for.

Even more, Lip thought he just had learned the difference between love and lust.

He knew that he loved her once, but it wasn't the love for someone he envisioned Clay and Gemma had, hell even his parents. And even more disgustingly the love he could see blooming between his sister and Jax.

The only love he had for his ex-wife is for their daughter. He wanted her to get better – be better – for this perfect girl they created. But even now as she packed up her things, and will no doubt make more promises about getting clean, he knew he had a better chance of winning the lottery. He found himself not angry about it.

He thought after ten years and experiencing denial, anger, bargaining, and hell even a bit of depression, he had finally reached acceptance. He knew that as long as she was alive he'd be dealing with her problems. She'll always be in his life because of Isla and now he has accepted that.

Besides, he knew who Fawn was when they were younger. He also knew that he played a role in how bad her addiction got. Instead of being angry and bitter about what in his eyes he thought was weak and pathetic, he could've helped her more. He could've been more supportive. After all, she had always used drugs recreationally. She knew when to stop and what her limit was, but then they had Isla and he found himself going deeper in the club. He didn't shy away from the fact he was fucking women that weren't her. He wasn't that great of an old man as he just saw her as someone who was there for him to come home to and fuck while she took care of the house and kid. He treated her like shit and she gave it back to him.

"Hey, Lip, can I talk to you?"

Lip blinked as Fawn appeared in front of him. Since her release from the hospital, she had regained some color back in her skin. He thought she would look better if she would get rid of the blonde and go back to being brunette completely.