The Pull | Jax Teller

The Sleep of Babies

Jax didn't remember what he was dreaming about. He couldn't even grasp an image that would bring it back to consciousness. All he knew is that whatever the dream was had left a nauseous feeling in his gut. He could feel bile clawing its way up to his throat.

But whatever it was, he didn't want to linger on it any longer than he needed to. He rolled to his side and he immediately sought Delilah. Since they've begun to share a bed together, he's used to waking up with their limbs usually tangled together.

Except for this morning, she's laying on her side in her spot while he was sprawled on his back. He moved to rectify that. He met her halfway into the bed. Considering that it was still relatively early, he didn't want to wake her up. She had gotten home at 3 am helping Luann with wrapping up a new film. He didn't exactly like those late hours, but he decided it was best to keep his lips sealed on the matter.

He delicately maneuvered his arms around her as he pulled her into his chest - her back against his. His lips quirk up as she began mumbling something intangible before she sighed contently and fell back into a deep sleep. He's surprised that she didn't start snoring.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and he felt some of the tension from his sleep leave in his shoulders, but he still felt it in his belly.

He thought it was now because he was up and was flooded with everything that had been happening in the past few weeks – days.

His mind still reeled from Clay's attempted assassination attempt. He knew it had been handled with the Mayan-SOA truth. In the end, it still was a good thing for the club – kept them gun-running. ATF was still circling them as they watched their every move. It made him think about Bobby and how in the fuck they were going to pay for his counsel as Rosen charged $1200 an hour. The worst was that Jax and the club knew that they had solid Intel – a rat - on Bobby, if it was nothing he wouldn't still be locked up.

And he couldn't help but have the feeling that despite Opie being taken that same night as an obvious ploy to unravel the club, some still were shaky on his best friend's innocence. Specifically, Clay and Tig. Jax was unsure how he felt about it.

He knew in this Life, emotions needed to be kept tightly contained. Decisions couldn't come from an overly emotional state. He understood Clay's needs to be objective – cold – even. He's President of an outlaw club and that shit wasn't easy. But he didn't see how Clay could only see a certain part of this situation. How he would let some skinny ATF bitch unravel him like this.

He thought maybe now wasn't the best time to think about this. He's in bed with Del and he hated bringing shit into the bedroom.

He thought that maybe club shit could take a backseat for once. Besides, it was Delilah's birthday.

Delilah had been surprised waking up to an empty bed. She rubbed her eyes and moved off the bed. She made a detour to the bathroom and began her simple morning routine. She walked into Abel's room and found the room to be empty. Frowning, she walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday!"

Delilah jumped at Jax's voice. Abel laughed in response.

Jax came forward and gave her a kiss. "Made you breakfast."

Delilah looked past him and saw a plate of pancakes with sausage and bacon on the table. There was also some cut-up fruit.

"Didn't know that you knew your way around a stove?"

"Funny," Jax deadpanned.

Delilah giggled and pressed a kiss to her baby boy's head. "Thank you."