Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller

Imagine Accidentally Getting Pregnant by Jax

The two of you hadn't been dating long, hell, if that's even what you'd call it. Jax wasn't big on "labels", neither were you, so you weren't quite sure what you two were to each other. You didn't worry too much about it, because at the end of the day, he was in your bed, with his arms wrapped tight around you every night. At that time, there isn't really much to think about, it was simple.

But now, today, there was plenty to think about, and even more to stress about. How was Jax going to react to the news of him becoming a father, you didn't even know if he wanted kids, hell you didn't even know if you wanted kids.

You had been dodging him all afternoon, even since you took the home test, more than a few actually, all the same outcome. Finally after hours of staring at yourself in the mirror, you built up the courage to tell him.

On your way to TM, you had to tell yourself over and over that this had to be done today, because if you waited, you'd overthink everything, and probably do something you'd regret.

"Just breathe," you said to yourself as you spotted Jax in the garage, "breathe, everything will be fine."

You were trembling all over by the time you made your way to him.

"Hey babe," he stepped away from the bike he was working on to peck your cheek, "what are you doing up here? I tried calling you."

"Yeah," you tried your best in steadying yourself, "sorry, I got caught up with cleaning, you know how I get," you gave him an assuring smile.

He smiled, "Yeah, you can give Juice a run for his money," he smirked. " So what's up?" He grabbed the pack of cigarette's from his work shirt pocket.

Watching him as he lit the thing, he stepped back a bit.

"Can we talk real quick?"

"Um, sure," he nodded, confused.

You two walked over to the old empty loading dock, your heart was beating so hard and fast, it felt as if it might jump out of your chest.

"I uh, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been feeling a bit, under the weather lately," you had to take a quick breath, feeling as if you might pass out, "I took a pregnancy test..."

You didn't want to look up at Jax, you could just imagine what his face looked like, what might be running through his head.

"And...?" He asked after a long pause.

You needed to look him in the eyes for this, you needed to man up, and prepare for whatever this brought.

"They all came out positive."

"Oh. Shit." His eyes grew big as he scanned your face before glancing to the ground.

Bouncing your leg nervously, you used everything in you to maintain your calm composure,

"And yes, it's yours."

In a not so playful tone, he scoffed, "Well yeah, I'd sure hope so, or else this would be a lot different." He then immediately threw the cigarette that was between his fingers, to the ground, and stomped it out.

"What are you gonna do?"

Now it was your turn to scoff, "Well, I was really hoping that 'we' would decide on something mutually-"

"You know what I mean-"

"But being how it is my body, I'm pretty much going to do whatever it is I feel that I need to do," this wasn't really going the way you had hoped, but it's not like you were planning for the best.

"I meant that...wow, I've never even really thought about kids," he stared straight at you, "I need some time to think."

Swallowing the lump that was crawling up your throat, you nodded, that was the least you could give him, time.

"You know how to reach me when you're ready," you couldn't look at him, so you just walked off.

It was late, the house was dark and empty, and you still hadn't heard from Jax. At this point, you weren't exactly sure what was going to happen, Jackson Teller was a complicated man. But it was late, he wasn't in your bed, and you saw that as a bad sign.

You were beginning to doze off when you heard the front door open and close, too exhausted to even check who it was, knowing it could only be one person, you just stayed in bed.

Jax didn't say anything as he walked in and removed his clothes, leaving just his boxers as he crawled into the bed, reaching over to pull you into him. You wanted to cry, but didn't, damn hormones.

Cradling you closely, he reached down to run his hand over your stomach, rubbing it gently. Nothing was said, but that was his answer, you let a single tear escape as you laid your hand over his.

[Written in 2015]