A/N- THIS IS AU, JAX IS PRESIDENT, TARA IS GONE (AND NOT COMING BACK!) AND THERE IS NO THOMAS. THIS IS A FLUFFY STORY!
Jax was working on his last car of the day, with every turn of the wrench he could taste the cold beer waiting for him at the clubhouse. He sighed when his phone rang, dropping the wrench and checking the caller ID, it was his mother.
"What's up ma?" He answered, wiping his hands on his coveralls.
"Neeta can't pick Abel up from school, and I'm still in Lodi. You need to go pick him up." Gemma told him.
"When?" He asked her.
"20 minutes ago." Gemma said.
Jax rolled his eyes and swore under his breath. He grabbed his truck keys and waved at the few people milling around the bays of Teller Morrow before heading to Charming Elementary.
When he pulled up to the school, the lot was empty, the rest of the kids had already been picked up and most of the teachers had left for the day. Jax walked inside, following the signs to the kindergarten wing, and finding Abel's classroom. Abel had been in Kindergarten for a couple of weeks, but Jax hadn't been able to get away from the club long enough to visit the school. Generally Gemma or Neeta picked him up from school since Tara had split, and looking at the mural of the class' artwork he felt a pang of guilt that he hadn't been more involved. He knew Abel liked school and liked his teacher, and he wanted to share that with his son. He was going to be there for his kid no matter how busy he got.
Jax walked quietly into the empty classroom, smiling when he saw Abel sitting on his teacher's lap as she read him a story. He was already turning into a ladies' man. Giving his teacher a quick look, Jax couldn't begrudge him, she was a looker. Her light brown hair was tied up at the nape of her neck, and she had light makeup on, bringing out her bright green eyes. She had nice full lips, a nice body, and a great rack. In fact, had circumstances been different, Jax would have tried to get a look at those puppies, and anything else she was hiding behind the maroon wrap dress she was wearing.
Jax cleared his throat and Abel's face lit up. "Daddy!" he yelled, running to his Dad and hugging him while Jax scooped him up. "You have to see the picture I drew!" Abel told him, dragging him over to the wall of artwork the children drew of their families. "That's you, and that's your motorcycle, and that's Mommy in a airplane, and that's Granma!" He explained.
"Why does Granma look so mad?" Jax asked with a smile playing on his face.
"She always looks like that." Abel told him with a confused look.
Jax laughed and Abel tried to pull him to another area of the classroom. "Whoa little dude, I'm sure your teacher is ready to go home. I'll come get you tomorrow and you can show me everything." Jax promised him.
"Ms. Williams won't care." He insisted, looking at his teacher for support.
"Actually Abel, would you mind cleaning up the blocks in centers while I talk to your Dad a minute?" His teacher asked him. Abel nodded eagerly and went to the centers area while his teacher led Jax over to a small set of kid size tables and chairs; she folded her legs gracefully under her, sitting in a small chair. Jax gave her a crazy look, before attempting to fold himself into the chair, his knees in his chest.
"Listen I'm sorry I was late, we had some… confusion on pick up…" Jax began.
"It's fine." She told him, waving his concern away. "Abel is a great kid, he's smart, and polite, and sweet…" She said.
"But?" Jax asked.
"But, he's been getting bullied by some of the other boys lately. I've done my best to discipline the other students, but I thought you'd want to know. His Grandma told me his Mom left before school started, so I think the others are picking on him for having a hard time with it."
"Bullied?" Jax asked, incredulous. Jax Teller's son didn't get bullied, Jax Teller's son told bullies to eat shit and kicked them in the teeth. "I'll… I'll talk to him." He promised, glancing over at his tow headed son.
"He really is a great kid." She assured him, "and he's crazy about his Dad. To hear him talk, you're a superhero." Jax smiled at the compliment, his eyes appraising the teacher's body once more in appreciation.
"Thanks Ms. Williams." He told her, giving her his patented panty dropping grin.
"Holly." She corrected.
"Well, thanks Holly." He said in a sexy low voice, before taking Abel's hand and taking him to his truck.
SOASOASOA
After making a stop to buy some kid size boxing gloves at Lumpy's, Jax took Abel to the clubhouse, yelling for Chibs and taking him to the boxing ring. "Let's teach my son how we handle bullies around here." Jax said with a grin, lifting Abel into the ring and following him in.
"Aye lad, by the end of the day you'll have a better right hook than your da!" Chibs said excitedly.
SOASOASOA
Two weeks later Jax was smoking a cigarette on the picnic table, putting off the work to do on the cars on the lot, thinking more about his presidential duties and the things he needed to take to the table at church that night. Gemma stormed out of the office towards him. He rolled his eyes "what did I do now?" he muttered dropping his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.
"Your son's school just called." Gemma told him, folding her arms. "He got sent to the principal's office."
"Jesus Christ." Jax said to her. "For what?"
"Fighting. Apparently this is the third time they had to pull him off of someone at recess this week. He's 5 Jax, what are you teaching him?" Gemma demanded.
Jax rolled his eyes. "I'll take care of it." He told her, heading for his truck.
"Oh no, we'll take my car." Gemma told him matter-of-factly.
"We?" Jax asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"He's my grandson, and I want to know what you're teaching him." Gemma told him, getting in the car.
The two got to the school during dismissal and went to the office, telling the principal, Mr. Hill's secretary why they were there. She gave them a disapproving look before telling them, "His teacher came and got him, she… smoothed things over with Mr. Hill but I suggest you figure out a way to contain him, Ms. Williams won't be able to keep him out of trouble forever."
Gemma leaned over the desk, "Thank you for your very worthless opinion." She hissed at the woman, who shrunk back slightly.
"Come on Ma." Jax said, pulling Gemma away before she unhinged her jaw and swallowed the snotty woman whole. The two made their way to Abel's classroom, where he was coloring while his teacher was hanging pictures on the wall. Holly smiled when Abel ran up to them, wrapping his arms around their legs. "We gotta talk to your teacher a minute, little man, ok?"
Abel nodded, but made no move to leave the adults to talk, clasping his grandmother's hand, swinging it back and forth. "Well, the good news is, Abel isn't getting picked on anymore." Holly said optimistically. "The bad news is, he's turned into a one kid wrecking ball. He gave one child a black eye."
"With my right hook!" Abel said looking at his Dad for approval.
"Look, you said he was getting bullied so I made sure it wouldn't happen anymore." Jax told her, exasperated.
"And I'm sure the school would have had no problem over looking those incidents, but today he shoved Kristin Hardy down and kicked her for the ball she was playing with."
Jax's eyes widened, and Gemma's narrowed at Jax. "Hey little man, I told you to hit bullies, not hit everyone!" Jax explained to him.
"That's what Uncle Tig taught me!" Abel told him with a stern look.
"We already talked about not doing anything Uncle Tig does." Jax told him.
"You shouldn't be hitting anyone at all." Holly tried to explain to him.
"And what do you suggest he do?" Gemma questioned.
"Use his words." Holly told them.
Gemma and Jax both scoffed and Holly gave them a confused look. "If you hadn't noticed, I'm not a use your words kind of guy." Jax told her.
"And that's fine, but in Kindergarten it's not ok." Holly told him gently.
"Alright, I'll talk to him." Jax promised.
"And I'll have a talk with my son about his child rearing skills." Gemma added. "Come on Abel." She said, walking the boy out to her car.
Jax paused at the door and turned around. "Thank you, by the way, for keeping him out of the principal's office."
"It's fine, like I said, he's a good kid, plus our principal tends to take things a little too seriously. I think he would bring back paddling if he could." Holly told him with a laugh.
"If he's such a hard ass why did he let Abel off?"
"Well Mr. Hill has a soft spot for me… or I guess more accurately, my cleavage." She told him sheepishly.
"Who wouldn't?" He said flirtatiously. The two stood there, the remark hanging in the air.
"Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. I should probably go." She said with a laugh. Jax laughed with her, he'd always appreciated a hot girl with a sense of humor.
Jax ran his hand through his hair before telling her, "Well, I appreciate someone looking out for Abel. Sometimes I worry that he thinks he gets forgotten."
Holly shook her head. "All the things he says about his family are wonderful, he feels very loved, and thinks he has a great father."
"Thanks teach for… using your cleavage for good. If you ever need your car looked at, bring it by the shop, I'll take care of you." He told her as he left with a wink.
SOASOASOA
Later that night, he sat with Opie drinking beers while they watched Happy and Miles, the prospect, spar.
"Taking some pussy home tonight?" Jax asked him.
"Nah, just gonna call it early." He said, taking a drink of his beer. Jax raised his eyebrows at Opie.
"I'm changing my tactics, I want what I had with Donna, and I'm not going to find it fucking porn stars and croweaters." Opie told him. "Why don't you get back out there? Tara's been gone 3 months, why don't you ask some girl out, try something besides croweater hookups."
Jax looked at him like he'd suddenly gone gay. "Do you know the last time I asked a girl out? When I was 16. I'm fine the way things are, and even if I wasn't there aren't a lot of chicks in town worth my time."
"None?" Opie asked him. Charming was small, but he doubted that Jax had managed to go through the entire female population.
"They're either married, old, off limits, or I've fucked them already." Jax explained.
"Off limits?" Opie asked. "Who could possibly be out limits to the great Jax Teller?"
"Well… have you seen Abel's teacher?" Jax asked him with a knowing look.
"Oh the hot kindergarten teacher at the school? Yeah… I'd tap that."
"Heh, me too." Jax told him. "But she's Abel's teacher, that'd be weird, even for me."
"She's not Kenny's teacher." Opie reminded him with a shit eating grin. Jax shot him a look. "Alright man, I was just kidding, enjoy your croweater, I'm going home."