Son of a Rambler.

Chapter 19.

It's been the ruin of many poor girls, and me, oh god, I'm one.

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I've been at the clubhouse all morning. We had a late night run last evening, so I spent the night here to prevent waking up the boys and Al. Tig is at my side as we sit on the picnic table, having a smoke. He looks up at me and clears his throat, "So, you sorted everything out, eh?"

I look down at him with a confused look, "It's always been sorted, Tig. Why do you keep bringing this up?"

Tig shrugs, "Listen, Jax. This girl is causing problems. She keeps coming around her and asking for you... Something must be done. She can't keep trying to stir up shit. Al has been through enough, she doesn't need the constant reminder that Tara is back. First Wendy, and now Tara. You can't expect her to be fine with this."

I raise my eyebrow in curiosity, "And what exactly are you suggesting I do about it?" I take another drag from my smoke, waiting for him to respond.

Tig chuckles, tossing his cigarette in the empty coffee can and standing up with a shrug. "Maybe she needs a warning, is all."

I follow his lead, standing up and throwing out the butt of my cigarette. "Tig, I can't just threaten Tara like that. You know she's my ex-old la-"

Tig turns out, glaring at me. "I know what you've done to some of the women in your life. Don't let your head get clouded up because you and Tara used to be married. I know what you've done to Ima and the others. I'm not stupid, Jax." I shake my head, not knowing how to reply to his hostility. "If you can't do it, then I will. I have no problem protecting my daughter, even if it's from your ex." He hisses at me.

I know why I'm not able to deal with this like I would normally. I've always had a soft spot for Tara, even when we weren't together. I mourned for over a year about her death. I cried myself to sleep and watched as my boys had to deal with the trauma and heartache of losing their mother.

I sigh, "I'll figure it out, Tig."

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I pull into the drive-way of Gemma's home and see another car parked behind her black SUV. My eyebrows knit together as I park on the cement and get out of the vehicle, locking it behind me. I walk past the navy car and frown, knowing exactly who's it was. I pull open Gemma's front door and look over at her and Wendy sitting at the table.

"Where are the boys?" I ask bluntly before glaring at Wendy.

Gemma sighs, "They're in the backyard with Neeta, don't worry. They haven't seen Wendy. She just got here, wanted to talk about visits." Gemma points to the chair across from her and I slightly roll my eyes, pulling it out and taking a seat.

I look over at Wendy, my arms crossed across my chest. "So?"

Wendy nods quickly, clearing her throat and then looking over at me. "I know you and Jax have been thinking about everything, and I know it's a lot to ask with what's been happening, so I didn't want to keep bugging you two..." I raise my eyebrow, wondering how she knew about Tara being alive, probably Gemma. "I just really want to be in Abel's life... I'm clean, I've been clean for 6 months now, and Jax said if I was clean for a while, he'd think about i-"

I sigh, "Wendy, I'm glad you're sober now, but you're asking for a lot right now... We have a lot going on, and I don't know if it's in Abel's best interest to now be introduced to his birth mother..."

Wendy raised her eyebrow, "I'm still his Mother, Alexis." She hisses at me.

I chuckle, "I forgot, you've been raising him this whole time. Silly me."