The Pull | Jax Teller

AK-51

"What are you doing?" Delilah asked with a laugh as she looked at the sight of Jax and their son.

Jax Teller was sprawled on the floor wearing nothing but some basketball shorts while their son was clad in a diaper covered in what she would assume would be fingerpaint.

"Hey, it's daddy and me time," Jax said seriously as Abel slapped the paper with his hands.

"You're going to be cleaning up this mess," Delilah informed him as she stepped away from the door. She was putting this on the fact Jax had to be stressed about the ATF being camped in their backyard.

He had disclosed that they didn't have anything, but they had to have something to make camp in Charming. All they needed was something little to make a case. One thing could get the dominoes falling.

She decided she wasn't going to stress about it if Jax wasn't going to give her anything to stress about. She would trust that Jax would keep her in the loop if something happened. She began making herself some tea and was scrambling to find what to make for breakfast when Jax came down the hall with Abel.

He looked at her with a sad smile. "I gotta go."

Delilah looked at him in disbelief as he handed a dirty Abel smothered in paint into her arms.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips in apology. "I promise I'll pay you back."

...

With Jax gone for the day it seemed, Delilah plotted her revenge on him for having her clean up their finger painting mess. Instead of sitting in the house, she called Rosie to check-in as it's been a while since the two had gotten together.

With Abel satisfied with his plastic keys, Delilah asked Rosie to meet her at the community garden. Rosie said she had no problem bringing in the lunch. Delilah was rocking Abel's carrier when Rosie approached with their subs and chips.

Delilah greeted her friend with a hug.

Rosie pulled back and immediately went over to Abel. "And how is my nephew doing?" She asked as she unbuckled him.

"Growing," Delilah answered. "He is looking more and more like Jax every day."

"Are you prepared for that especially if he starts acting like his Daddy," Rosie muttered as she cradled Abel close to her.

"Let's not even think about those teenage years yet." Delilah did not want to think about her son taking after his father. She hadn't even factored in the influence her uncle and brother were going to have on her baby boy. "So tell me what's going on? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

Rosie shrugs. "Well, you've been busy with the baby and work. I've been taking more shifts at St. Thomas."

"How are things with Juice?" Delilah probed. It's then she felt guilty as she hadn't made more of an outreach to her best friend. As she sat across from her best friend, she realized she had no clue what was going on in her life. She barely knew what was going on in the last two years once she was too busy with school. She and Rosie would only talk about once a month if that while Delilah focused on her future.

She knew that Rosie had managed to get her nursing degree, which was a feat for Rosie. She also knew her friend was a party girl and Delilah should have not been surprised that Rosie became entangled with a club member.

"We're good. I've been so busy with work lately..." Rosie said. "I mean Juice hasn't said anything and I know he is at the clubhouse most nights..."

"You think he is..." Delilah trailed off.

"I don't mind it," Rosie answered. "I know my place."