Tara's mind was running a hundred miles per second. Her body seemed frozen to the spot as she laid eyes on her spiteful mother in law. Keeper of ever darkest secrets created by none other than her and Clay Morrow. One thing Tara knew for sure was the distinct smell of hatred she could feel practically radiating off of Gemma's skin as if it were her own personal fragrance
Before Tara could even process what was happening, Gemma was advancing on her. One hit after another and Tara and Gemma were having a full out brawl. Out came the iron that sat for some unknown reason in the kitchen as Gemma jabbed it into Tara's lower stomach.
"I HOPE YOUR NOT PREGNANT NOW BITCH" Gemma seethed, her fingers dug into Tara's hair as she pulled Tara back before throwing her head into the counter, almost as if she was gonna bounce back like a basketball.
Her headache, prior to the contact she made with the countertop, further aching when Gemma was again rammed her face to the sink.
From the corner of her eyes, Gemma saw the all to familiar shape of a carving fork and her fury was long gone. She could see only one thing. Blood. Which she was out to get. Dunking Tara's head into the murky dish water, that for some unknown reason was still filled, she just managed to grasp the carving fork and raise her arm out.
Much to Gemma's appreciation, Tara wasn't putting up much of a fight. She silently wondered why if after everything the good doctor had done in the past few months was too guilty for her to handle, so she must've wanted to die.
In that moment questioning Tara's lack of fight, arms began to circle around her waist and to Gemma's horror, the carving fork she held was being yanked from her tight grip, holding her back in an attempt to stop her vicious intentions.
"FUCKING LET ME GO. THIS BITCH NEEDS TO DIE. SHE NEEDS TO MEET MET MAYHEM AND I'M GONNA SERVE HER SENTENCE. SHE RATTED MY CLUB OUT. SHE RATTED ON MY SON. FUCKING LET ME GO" Gemma roared out, adrenaline pumping, hands wavering to grasp Tara's neck as she inhaled deep breaths.
Jax could see a well beat and unconscious Tara tumbling to the ground causing Jax to gasp in shock. Throwing his mother behind him, he didn't care if she fell hitting the ironing board along the way as he towered over his wife's body.
"Tara… Babe wake up. Please babe" Jax sobbed out as he crouched down to be level with her. Checking for a pulse he inhaled sharply running his hand over her battered head taking in all her injuries about to show. Anger and fury fueled him as he glared at Gemma who was trying to shuffle to a sitting position.
"What the hell happened in here?" Roosevelt asked in complete shock, as if this was the first viscous attack he had ever seen. Spotting Gemma by the cupboards opposite Jax and Tara who were against the sink, Roosevelt took in the rest of the kitchen before looking back down at Gemma.
Roosevelt in some way felt sorry for Jax and knew he would want a word with her before he did his job. Taking a blind eye to the scene for a short moment, he stood back into the hallway meanwhile, Jax having caught on to what Eli was doing, he kissed Tara's soft porcelain skin and brushed her hair out softly before he laid her gently down as if she would break into a million pieces.
Standing to his full height, Jax crossed the short distance between himself and his mother and offered his hand out. She was shocked at his hand reaching out to help her until it was cut short when he forced her back against the cupboard and gripped the front of her shirt.
"What are you doing? She was nothing but a rat." Gemma rasped out thoroughly confused as to why he was aiming his anger at her.
"She didn't rat on anyone" Jax voiced low enough that it sent shivers down Gemma's spine. Jax could see clear signs of Gemma high on something and the smell of alcohol invading his nostrils causing him to keep his breakfast down. She gasped in shock, her eyes seemed to have turned black and cold in a second and she glanced down at Tara's lifeless looking body. "But you Gemma just did. You are not welcome here or anywhere where she takes my sons. Your dead to me and to them. You understand" he seethed. Gemma was in her own world of regret and sorrow that she hadn't heard her life sentence being served to her.
Jax only grew angrier and pulled Gemma by the side of her leather jacket and pushed her back with force having finally caught the elder woman's attention.
"Say goodbye to being grandma mother because your fucking dead to me" Jax growled out.
Roosevelt knew in that moment to step in. He looked to Jax apologetically "emergency services are on their way" he rasped then finally turned to Gemma. "Gemma Teller- Morrow, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Dr Tara Knowles- Teller…" He cuffed her tightly and read her her rights as he escorted Gemma out of her son and daughter in laws house.
His moment of pure rage was soon cut short as he heard his wife's coughing on the ground. He was reaching out for her before she could even fully process what had happened and scooped Tara up in his tattooed arms to checked her over.
"Babe? Are you okay? How hurt are you?" He asked.
"I- shit I have a splendid fucking headache. What the hell happened?" Jax stood up taking Tara with him and before he pulled her in for a bone crushing hug. Tara was shocked for a moment before it all came tumbling back to her at full speed. Her breath hitched as she recalled the scene play out in her head once, then twice then finally a third before she was pushing Jax back.
She saw the look of hurt and confusion in his eyes before she cupped his face. "What changed your mind?" Tara asked. She knew from his plans earlier that he was gonna head to the ice cream shop to inform the club of their deal and to spend the rest of the afternoon with their sons. She rubbed her head in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure building up as Jax answered her.
"You. I had this gut feeling something was about to change. And not for the better either. Besides being arrested later on tonight I just knew it. Lucky I-" he stopped himself as he fell into the hold Tara had on him. "She was gonna kill you Tara. I saw with-" he broke out sobbing now as he pulled Tara into him.
She had only just woken up from being knocked out for a few moments but she needed him to be okay. She couldn't have her husband spiraling out of control before he got arrested. She reached for his hands and walked back to their room. Tara sat him down on the edge of their bed as she headed for the bathroom to change out of her wet clothes, and cleaned herself up a little making sure her vision was still good, apart from the headache and a few bruises that would soon reveal itself, she was good.
She listened from the bathroom as Jax spoke with someone on the phone.
It was 2pm which gave him enough time still to have church, he just needed an extra hour to process what happened just minutes ago. Dialing his Vice President, he waited out the ringing before Chibs thick accent came to life.
"Chibs, slight change of plans, church in an hour and at my house. Bring the boys too. There's no fucking way I'm leaving my wife unprotected" Jax rasped out more angrier than he thought.
Without waiting for an answer, Jax slammed his phone shut and shrugged out of his kutte. Throwing it over the hamper he rid himself of his dark blue hoodie along with his brand new white looking shirt revealing the best of himself.
She could see he was fighting with himself internally and sighed softly as she padded across their room in her robe and reached for his dresser pulling out one of his SAMCRO shirts that filled her nostrils with his strong cologne. Letting her black silk robe gather at her ankles, she slipped on Jax's shirt and stood leaning against the doorway holding herself.
The eruption of sirens in the background indicated the ambulance had just pulled into their driveway and Jax sighed. "I'll tell them to leave" he rasped almost brokenly. Tara didn't say anything as Jax left her alone. Moments later he was padding down the hallway and stopped in the doorway looking down to the ground with his hands in his pockets.
"Jax. Baby. Look at me" Tara rasped softly. Jax ignored her plead and instead rid himself of his perfectly clean white sneakers.
Turning his back on Tara he disrobed out of his baggy jeans, letting them gather at his ankles leaving him with just his plain boxes as he crawled onto their bed and pulled Tara into him.
Neither Jax or Tara could seem to move after a moment. Tara knew after today, he would be locked up in jail. The same thoughts from earlier kept rolling around in her head but they couldn't avoid it now.
"Jesus fuck babe. I'm so sorry for not believing you" Jax sobbed out causing Tara's heart to well. Flipping over to hold him too, she wrapped her arms around his waist as tight as she could, comforting her husband in the only way they knew how to. Crying along with him and inhaling their sex from earlier on both of their bodies, Tara felt the need to connect with him one last time.
"It doesn't matter, baby, you were there when it mattered." Tara whispered full of emotions she couldn't handle right now.
Squeezing her with bruising force, Jax inhaled sharply overthinking what he just witnessed. His mother was just about to kill his wife in her own home. Her own daughter in law, the mother of her grandsons and he saw no regret in Gemma's eyes or any kind of love for Tara in that moment. All he saw was a woman out for blood which if he hadn't changed his course and head to the ice cream shop instead, then he would be coming home when he originally planned and would've been caught hovering over his wife's lifeless body. As he opened his eyes and cast his sights over her once unharmed face, he could see bruises starting to form along with slight swelling and a little blood being drawled out but he couldn't seem to muster up the courage of spending his last few hours a free man in the hospital and pulled her into him once again with bruising force.
After a moment she rasped out of breath slightly. "Jax your-" Tara gasped out. "Your killing me here" she joked which sounded a lot better in her head than when they flew out of her mouth but as he pulled back holding her at arms length with regret she saw no joke in it and welled up with tears. "I'm sorry" she whispered again bowing her head in embarrassment.
"Don't ever fucking feel sorry for anything again Tara. Gemma is gonna get what's coming to her and you… Well you will too. Your gonna get everything I couldn't give you. When I get taken in a few hours, pack your shit up and hit the fucking road. Don't ever look back and don't ever stop trying to protect our sons. They deserve everything you give them. The safe and stable life I could never provide for you. It's taken until a near death experience of loosing you to see just what a manipulative bitch she can be. And for that, I am so sorry…" Wiping away Tara's tears, Tara wiping away a few of his too, they cupped each other's faces pulling them both together with shear force as they kissed once again. This time the need to feel one another overpowering anything they'd ever felt for one another.
Jax couldn't seem to let her breathe as he shield her body with his. Hovering over her as he wrapped her arms around her, his legs finding their bearing as he straddled her slightly but managing to keep his weight off of her. Their kiss intensifying as she sat up slightly wrapping her arms around his waist. Jax pushed her back down before parting her legs with one then the other as he stilled for a moment between her thighs.
Tara bucked her hips up to him as she clawed at his back not giving a shit if anyone would see her marks. Right now they were marks of love and passion she had for him. The only mark that would be left after two weeks.
Jax stilled her movements at the hips as he thrust his hardened member over her lace panties feeling that she was soaking already but wanting to play this out for as long as he could, he ran his hand under the hem of his shirt slowly as he skimmed her soft skin.
"Make love to me Jackson" Tara rasped out of breath as he finally aloud her to breath. She found herself saying that a second time that day.
Her hands were running through his greasy hair as they glanced into one another's eyes. With a single nod in acknowledgement, Jax reached behind her and unclipped her bra, freeing her puppies for only his eyes to see. Taking one into his mouth, he pushed down her panties slowly as he sat back up and admired his wife's body. The only body he wanted and loved. Cherishing this moment forever, he finally laid over Tara as she reached down for his thick, pulsing member.
Without warning he thrust into her causing Tara to arch her back and him to grip the sheets as he filled her completely. Taking it remarkably slow, he relished in her sweet and soft moans as they swiftly met each other's thrusts. Connecting on all levels as if they hadn't in weeks he relished in making Tara feel good. His hips working her over in all the right spots as she came around him for a first time. Stilling inside to feel her walls pulsating around him, he picked up his pace this time and worked his hips. Assaulting her neck with his bruising mouth, he marked everything he hadn't earlier as he rocked inside of her.
"Shit Jax I'm-" Tara began before her moans of clear signs of a climax ripped through her body once again.
"Shit babe" Jax rasped as he gripped the sheets. Wanting to come with her this time, he didn't stop his movements and instead picked up the pace, working on her clit to keep the climax going he thrust long, hard and deep inside of Tara until he was coming with her third climax.
Spilling his seed inside of his wife Tara cupped his face and smiled flush up at him. "I miss you already Jax" Tara whispered causing Jax to pull out, fall to his side and pull her into him.
"I miss you too Tara. Already and I haven't even gone yet. I don't know how I'm gonna get by these next few years" Jax rasped softly as he let his tears join his wife's. Laying side by side they cupped each other's faces.
"How is this gonna work Jax?"
"Honestly Tara, I have no idea. I don't want you or our boys in Charming though. This place is toxic. With Gemma out of the way and me out of the way, your free to go or do anything you want" Jax rasped hating every word he just said. "Sell everything I own, I'll give you all of my earnings from the club. Set up in another city and raise our sons the way we should've when I got out of Stockton the first time… You have to do this. For yourself and as much as it kills me to say that, it's the truth. Nothing but the truth. You have to do this for yourself" Jax rasped causing Tara's tears to fall more now as she pulled herself out of bed.
Heading straight for the bathroom reaching for her robe first, she slammed the door and put it on before leaning against the door and falling to the ground holding herself. It hurt to hear those words but it was everything she had wanted. Not in the right contents but it was still everything she wanted. Coming to the conclusion too soon about everything that would happen after today, she just wanted to spend time with her husband alone before the chaos of today hit like a ton of bricks.
She picked herself up and threw the door open just in time to stop Jax from knocking on it. She could see him broken once again and instead of arguing about anything, she flung herself into him.
"Can we not talk about me? About us after today? All I want to do is spend time with the man that I love for as long as I possibly can. Do you think we can do that?" Tara sobbed out.
Instead of answering, Jax picked Tara up bridal style and lowered her to their bed before curling into her and holding her tight.
Tara began sobbing as she squeezed Jax. They were already bound together at the heart, she didn't think she could manage a lifetime without him now but she had to do it for her sons. She needed to give them a life outside of the club and outside of Charming.
AN. I always did wonder why there was an ironing board in the kitchen and why there was dirty water still in the sink. Like WTF? I don't leave dirty water sitting in the sink for days and I'm pretty sure no one had been there since or was I mistaken? Anyways that was still a question mark behind it.
So this idea came to me last night and I don't think there is another one like it. If there are please let me know and I'll end it but as far as I'm concerned, I haven't read any (in so many words.)
Just for upcoming chapters, (I've read in a few of the other stories a while back that take place after Jax gets out of prison) that he actually doesn't become president again. Is that by choice or because the club decides the leadership then and there is better? Does he have to reclaim his spot or does he choose his own place at the reaper table or does it really matter? For now I can only see one thing but I just wanted people's opinion.
Please if anyone is reading this, I just need a few opinions referring to the comment above because if I don't then I'm taking it in my own way and I don't think it would be right.
I'm stuck there which I can see myself totally giving away but I just need to know so I can adjust it in the following chapters.
And lastly, it would mean a lot if you could all review. I have a few good ideas on where to take this and we may see a certain someone live out a happily ever but idk just yet. I'm still deciding.
