Son of a Rambler.

Chapter 26.

When the pain of my mother will not let me go.

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I hear a loud knock on the door and I wake up confused, rubbing my eyes. I look over to Jax who's laying beside me and his eyes burst open. He looks over to me lets out a sigh before getting out of bed and throwing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt on. I follow his lead and throw on a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt, my messy hair up in a bun.

I walk down the hallway behind Jax and check in on the boys who are sleeping quietly. The knocking happens once more, and I hear voices talking behind the door. Jax reaches for it and the officer gives him a straight-faced look. "Jackson Teller, you are under arrest for the murder of Tara Knowles."

My eyes go wide as do his and I shake my head, tears immediately rushing down my face. "No! He didn't do i-" I cry out as my husband gets handcuffed in front of me.

"It's okay, Al. It's okay." Jax cuts me off. He looks over to me and gives me a small nod, signalling that he's taking the place of his mother for good reason. I feel my breathing get heavier as the seconds pass, and my crying gets louder. The officer starts to lead Jax out of the house, but he stops and turns to look at me, "Can I just say good bye to my wife and kids?"

The officer nods, letting Jax walk over to me, his hands cuffed behind his back. He leans in and gives me a soft kiss. "I love you so much. I'm sorry, I had to. The boys can't see me like this. Tell them I love them, and I'll be home soon." He says quietly so that the officers can't hear him.

I nod, kissing him once more. "I love you too. Please be safe Jax, please. You need to come home to us." And with that, Jax was being led outside of the house and put into the back of a cruiser and taken away.

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Months have passed and Jax is still in prison for taking the blame of Tara's death. I walk down the hallway of the quiet housing, hating the silence since the boys are in school and I'm off due to my mat-leave. I walk into their room, trying to clean it to the best of my ability. I let out a loud sigh, giving up on being the maid. I look over to the bookshelf and my eyebrows knit together in confusion as I see a piece of paper sticking in between two books.

I walk over and pull the folded paper out, opening it up and reading the scribbles. I feel my heart pound through my chest as I read Jax's writing. I look at the date and sigh, he wrote the boys and I a letter the night before he got arrested. He must have written it when I was asleep on the couch and before he decided to wake me up and move me into our bed. I feel a tear trickle down my cheek and I wipe it away, a small grin on my face.

I walk to the kitchen with the piece of paper in my hand, and I attach it to the front of the fridge as a reminder of Jax while he's gone. I stare at the note, my heart glowing and aching at the same time due to how much I miss my husband. I hear the front door open and I turn around to see Gemma and my dad standing there.

"Ready to find out what Teller is coming into the world?" Gemma says with a grin on her face. I nod, returning the smile. I've been feeling confused with Gemma. Part of me can't help but think that she knew Jax would take the fall and do everything he could to protect her, another part of me thinks that she deserves to be in prison for the murder instead of Jax, but my dad has reminded me many times that it's Jax's job as a son to protect his mother, and that my sons will do the same for me if I was to ever come across trouble and mayhem.

"Let's go, sweetie." My dad says to me as he leads me to Gemma's SUV. I sit in the front with Gemma and she looks over to me as she starts the car.