-The first of the many chapters I have written, let me know if it's worth updating, I love it, but that's probably because I wrote it. :) Let me know what you think and if I should keep updating.

Ben Teller sat at the bar with his brother Jax, and Juice. They were talking about something, Ben didn't know what, and he didn't care. His green blue eyes were trained on the girl behind the bar. She was pretty, and familiar, with blonde hair and green eyes. Something in the way she smiled was too familiar to him. He'd definitely seen her somewhere before.

Turning back to his brother he tried to engage in conversation again. Only a few seconds later, mid-sentence, the girl walked down towards them, "Can I get you guys another beer?"

Jax nodded and smiled at her, "Sure thing Darlin."

She smiled in the way women normally did when Jax smiled at them, and pulled out three cold beers. Setting them in front of each Son, she smiled. For some reason, beyond all reasoning, Ben stared at her. "I'm married."

She went wide eyed, and looked to Jax, who was now laughing, before responding. "Either you think that's the best pick up line in the world, or… I'm supposed understand why you'd tell me."

HE nodded, "Just thought I'd tell you."

She nodded, shaking her head before moving down the bar. Juice and Jax both burst out laughing. This was just great. Jax smirked, "You know, if you planned on cheating on your wife, it's probably best not to inform the other woman."

HE didn't plan on cheating on his wife, not by a long shot. HE just felt compelled to tell her, like she should know. The rest of the night passed somewhat in the same manner, he hadn't spoken to her again. But he had learned her name. Rebecca.

Ben went home that night thinking about her, even as he changed clothes and climb into bed with his wife, Angie, he was thinking about Rebecca.

"Babe, where the hell is my purse?"

Ben Teller looked up from his guitar to see his wife Angie standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and pissed off. He shrugged slightly, the guitar pick now between his lips as he lifted the pillow next to him, "Don't know."

Standing up he set the guitar back into its case and the pick on the dresser, "You check the car? That's where it was last time."

She glared at him, moving laundry from the top of the dresser around. "You think I didn't check, Benjamin?"

He smirked before watching her leave the room, only to hear the car door a few minutes later, followed by the front door again. The red head moved into the bedroom with her purse in hand, "Found it."

"Knew you would."

She turned and shot him a deadly look. "I don't need to hear I told you so."

He nodded, picking up his cut, "Good, cause I'd hate to have to say it." Grabbing his wallet and keys he shoved them both in his jeans pockets before leaving the bedroom and into the living room. Getting married had seemed like a good idea two years ago, when he and Angie both thought the stirring in their loins meant they'd be together forever. Together forever turned out to be a sorry excuse for a life, the both of them fighting constantly but neither willing to say it was done. He was done.

"I'm going to my moms, you coming by later? Family dinner." HE leaned against the breakfast bar as Angie came into the room, a look on her face saying she wasn't coming.

"Can't, testing next week and I have to be ready." She looked up after grabbing her jacket and sighed, "Besides, your mom hates me, I'd be getting dirty looks the entire time and you know how I hate awkward situations."

Like their wedding, their prom, any family function he'd ever dragged her too… It was like pulling teeth trying to get her to the house on Christmas for dinner. He nodded, "Fine, I'll be home late then."

She nodded, picking up a small stack of books from the table before heading towards the now opened door, "See you."

Once the door shut it was like the apartment was dead, the only thing living was the soft hum of the fridge. Marrying Angie was a huge mistake. Everyone called it, but he hadn't listened. He should have listened. With a shake of his head he left the apartment, getting on his bike and starting for the garage. Time for work.

Gemma Teller looked out into the garage and smiled. If forty years ago you'd have told her she'd have three boys, one would die and the other two would be just like their daddy, she'd have laughed. But now, looking out at Jax, blonde and blue eyed, expecting his own son soon, and Ben, with his blue green eyes and dirty blonde hair, married. It was shocking how much they were alike, but still so very different. Of course looking at Ben, she'd always wondered if his twin, Thomas would have looked like him. If he'd been out there in the garage, oil on his hands with a cut waiting for him.

With a shake of her head she started towards them, not missing the smile Ben sent her way when he noticed her. "Morning."

Ben grinned, "Morning, mom." He wiped his hands and looked down, "I talked to Angie, she's not coming."

Gemma nodded, "Figures, she never does."

Jax shook his head, "Just cause you scare her, ma."

Gemma shook her head while Ben laughed a little. "She married my baby, she should come to family dinner."

Ben nodded soberly, "I know."

With a sigh Gemma smiled, "It's alright; maybe she'll come next time." Brushing her bangs out of her eyes she sighed, "I'm gonna go grab lunch, any requests?"

"A burger, coke and fries would be great."

Gemma nodded at Jax before turning to Ben, "And you?"

He shook his head, "I was actually thinking, I'd go pick it up." He caught curious looks from both, his mother and brother so he nodded, "I gotta swing by the post office anyways."

Gemma nodded, still suspicious, "Alright, go clean up, I'll get everyone else' orders."

He nodded, making a quick jog towards the clubhouse. Jax shook his head, "What was that about?"

Gemma shrugged, "Don't think that boy even knows where the post office is." She put her hands on her hips, "Everything okay with him?"

Jax shrugged, "I think so," Setting down the crescent wrench in his hands he crossed his arms, "You want me to talk to him?"

She nodded, "Just… he worries me sometimes. Don't know what's going on in that head."

Jax nodded and turned to go back to work, "No one really does, mom."

Rebecca Garrett stood behind the counter in her dad's restaurant, Phillip's. In front of her was a worn copy of Vanity Fair, turning the page slowly while twisting a curly lock of blonde hair around her finger. She'd grown up working behind this counter, whether it was folding silverware into napkins for the dinner shift, or wiping down menus before her dad closed up, she always had a place. Now of course, it was working behind the counter while her dad worked behind the window, cooking the food she'd grown up on. Life should have been simple for her, easy maybe. But no, due to choices within the year or so … she was going crazy.

Speaking of crazy… Out of the corner of her green eyes she caught the familiar bike pull into the lot, the rider taking off his helmet before mussing his hair with his hand on the way to the door. Ben Teller. He'd been a senior when she was a freshman, she'd cheered at football games for him, ran into him in the halls on more than one occasion, and even dated one of his best friends that year during the winter. Now of course things were different. He'd gone into the army, come home with a bullet around his neck that they'd pulled out of his stomach, and become a Son. HE was different and so was she.

Standing up straighter she smiled as he slid onto a bar stool, his smile out for show. "Hey, Becca." His eyes darted down to her stomach, his smile growing wider

Sliding her book mark in, she shut the book and started over to him, "Ben, What can I get you?"

He pulled a list out of his pocket, "This, for the guys, your dad still delivering?"

She nodded, "Yeah. I'll be right back."

With the list in her hand she made a move to turn away, but was stopped by his much larger hand wrapping around hers. "Hey, did you find my hat?"

She nodded, "Yeah, hold on."

He nodded, letting go of her while she moved to the window and gave her dad the order before slipping into the back. A few minutes later she returned with the black hat, "Here, it was in the kitchen, but…I didn't even think you'd gone in there."

HE smirked, "Coffee, Angie doesn't let me make it in the house, she hates the smell."

Rebecca nodded, "Well, I like it."

HE smiled again, this time leaning in a little closer, "Meet me by the bathroom?"

She looked around the mostly empty room and nodded, "Yeah, go ahead."

With a huge smile he took off towards the bathroom. She sighed. It was wrong, so wrong. But why did everything to do with Ben Teller seem so right? Even when they were sneaking off to the bathroom hall for a few kisses, it felt like normal, safe. Shaking her head she turned to Gail, the other waitress. "You mind watching this for a sec, I gotta use the bathroom."

Gail smiled, "Sure thing, I've been pregnant, Becca, babies like to sit on your bladder."

Rebecca nodded and smiled before moving into the back of the restaurant, where Ben waited in the bathroom. Stepping inside she was immediately held in his arms, pressed tight against his chest. He smelled like after shave, oil and leather. A safe smell she'd grown to love.

He released her and shifted his hands to her stomach, round and big. He smiled and shook his head, "I think she knows I'm here."

Becca raised a brow, "How do you know it's a girl?"

Kneeling down in front of her he kissed her stomach through her shirt, "I just do." Directing his attention to her stomach he grinned, "Hey, baby; I know you like it in there, but it's just about time to come out, meet your old man."

Becca smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, watching him stand and brush his hands off on his jeans. "I'm sorry about this, you know that, right?"

She nodded, her hands on her belly as they usually were lately. Ben stressed a lot, mostly about the fact that his family didn't know about her, even when she got pregnant, and even when Ben convinced her to keep it. She smiled, "I know Ben. But I love you, and I know that it won't be this way forever. Someday… we're gonna live in a house together, with our beautiful baby, and be so happy that we can't even remember a time when we weren't."

Ben smiled and moved to wrap his arms around her again, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Rebecca. I love the baby you're carrying, and I love that you look at me the way you do."

She smiled and nodded, kissing his lips quickly. "I love you too, Ben." Smoothing her shirt out over her stomach, she started for the door. "I'll see you later?"

HE nodded, "Count on it."

She left the bathroom first and resumed her spot behind the counter. A few seconds later he came out, water fresh on his hands and a smile on his face when he picked up his hat, "Alright, I should go." Pulling out his wallet he set some cash down on the counter for the lunch. "See ya later Becca," He turned and smiled at Gail, "Miss Gail."

The older blonde grinned, "Benny."

HE waved one last time before disappearing out the door, casting one last look in the window at Becca before getting on his bike and heading back towards the shop. Life was complicated for Benjamin Teller, juggle club, work, wife, and lover; and be a good enough liar to keep certain ones separate.

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