It's Been A While [Tig Trager x Reader]

Chapter 2

“Mommy, who’s that?” Y/D/N asked. You just stared at Jax and at first you wanted to smile but then you thought about the circumstances.

Jax walked closer, “Y/N Y/L/N. What in the hell are you doing here after all this time?” he asked.

You sighed, “Hey Jax..I’m moving back. I’m here because there is a funny sound from under the hood. I just need to get my boyfriend’s car fixed, that’s all.” you replied, putting your sunglasses in your hair.

Jax scoffed, “Right. Here, give me the keys. You and I got to talk.” You handed him the keys and he got in the car and drove the car into the garage. He then got out, gestured for you to come into the office. You stepped forward and walked in. He shut the door and the blinds and hung the keys up where all the others were. He motioned for you to sit down on the couch and he sat in the desk chair.

“What’s this?” he asked pointing to the top of your eye, which had a cut on it, looking pretty fresh. You didn’t say anything you just looked away. Jax looked at your face, his eyes scanning around your body seeing a bruise on your collarbone, scratches on your arms.. “Your boyfriend do that to you?” he then asked, you were still silent.

He stopped questioning it and then looked at your daughter and smiled, “Well, who are you?” he asked sweetly. You looked at your daughter and she looked cautious of telling him because you told her about giving her name to strangers. You chuckled, “Tell him your name, sweetheart.” you said.

“Y/D/N.” she said. He chuckled, “Well, hey there. Do you wanna go play on a swing set outside? You can meet my boy, Abel.” he said. Your daughter quickly nodded and he asked if he could take her and you obliged. He took hold of her hand and led her to the door, he yelled for Chucky and then the man with prosthetic hands led her away. Jax walked back in and sat back down. “So..is her dad-”

“No.” you interrupted. Jax looked confused, “She’s got those blue eyes, the dark hair.” You looked away then looked back at him, “I guess I have a type.”

Jax nodded and then there was silence until he broke it, “Sorry for assuming but, when you left, three ideas of why were brought up; You were tired of the club, you ratted, or you were pregnant. Tig really believed you were pregnant. He gave us some detailed explanations about your sex life.” he said.

You smiled at the sound of his name, laughing internally because of what he did. You cleared your throat, “I left because I couldn’t take the club. I mean, all I had gone through, kidnapped, beaten, threatened because of all the shit SAMCRO was involved with.” you said, “And yeah, after I left, I didn’t exactly get into a better relationship. But during the last 4 years, through the insults, the negativity, Y/D/N has been the best thing and piece of positivity in my life.”

“Why did you come back?” Jax asked

“My boyfriend lost his job, he said he wanted to start fresh. He chose Charming and made it clear we were moving here, no questions asked. Regardless of my history here.” you replied

“You realize that you're going to run into Tig sometime, right?” he asked

“I know, Jax.” you replied quietly.

“You left him in pieces, Y/N. He was reckless after you left. Instead of reason, he shot first and asked questions later. Got us involved with a lot of shit.” Jax said

“I get it. I do. He probably hates me.” you said, feeling tears creep up in your eyes.

Jax didn't say anything and stood up, “Let me go see what needs to be done with your car, then I’ll get your kid.”

You nodded and played with your hands.

In the garage, Jax pulled out his burner and texted Tig: Two minutes. Come out to the garage. It's important.

He then came back in and gave her a piece of paper with the things that needed to be fixed and the price. He then went to get Y/D/N and brought her back in. When he passed her to you he didn't shut the door, he was standing in front of it, looking outside every now and again while engaging in small conversation. 

“You need to deal with this,” he said, pointing to your collarbone and eye, “You don't deserve that.” he said.

You nodded and your daughter played with your sunglasses. He then looked out again and saw Tig walking out of the clubhouse. He looked at you and gestured for you to leave, and you stepped in front of him and left.

Tig was walking towards the garage and you were walking towards the end of the lot when you stopped in your tracks, as did he.

Your (e/c) eyes looked at his icy blue ones and your heart dropped.

He looked from your face and then to your daughter, noticing her dark hair with some curls and her blue eyes. His heart skipped a beat and his breathing got heavier.

“Y/N.” he said

Your face softened, “Tig.”