"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
With the common ground that was Kohn, gone, Sydney and Jax struggle to keep their volatile relationship on an even keel, which sends the storm that has been brewing in the widening pit of his stomach, raining down onto the club.
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Jax sighed as he made his way through the empty halls of St. Thomas at the early hour, with his hands stuffed into his pockets, and the limp that he was still recovering from. He had managed to find the perfect time slot to visit his son where Gemma was busy opening up the shop, and Tara was at home - some place that she had been spending a lot more time at now that she was no longer living at the hospital in attempt to seek refuge from Kohn.
He shook his head as he intentionally scuffed the sole of his gleaming white shoe against the freshly polished floors, desperate for something to fill the silence that had been anything but kind to him over the past few days that he had managed to avoid the noise from everybody else.
But that blaring noise and deafening silence was about to come to a screeching halt as he strolled into the room to see Gemma sitting in the rocking chair.
"Mornin." She looked up from the book that she had been reading to the sleeping baby, a hollowness behind her eyes as the moment that she had been waiting for, for the last forty-eight hours, finally presented itself.
Jax sighed as he looked down at his son, fighting the soft smile that tugged at his lips as he rounded the incubator, peeking up at her through his eyelashes as she fidgeted across the room.
"I'm sorry." He smiled knowingly - the kind of knowing smile that only came from burying the hatchet with a family member who knew that it was unnecessary, in the first place. "I didn't mean to go off on you the other day." He nodded sincerely.
Gemma chewed the inside of her lip as she playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, too." She sighed. "It was a crazy day..." She pushed herself to her feet, making her way over to the incubator, as well. "Strange time, Jax... So much shit is changing. I just worry..." She looked down at the innocent little boy. "About you, about him..."
"About Tara." Jax nodded, bringing her eyes shooting back up to his. "What happened with me and Tara? It's ancient history, mom." He was sure of that now.
"She hurt this family." Gemma shook her head, her voice following soon after as she recounted the mere thought of losing her last living son. "Tried to pull you away."
