Jax looked down at Able wondering how he could have brought something like him into the world. He was an angel sent from god, and he realized how lucky he was. After he had been born he was scared to even look at him, afraid he'd never get to see him grow, become a man. He still had those fears, but not as bad. The baby had survived two surgeries, and was proving he was going to fight for his life.
Jax sighed holding his son to him thinking about the club. He knew that he didn't want his son to grow up to be a part of what it was. His father's vision though was more what he wanted for his son. How to make that happen though was the question. He knew he would have the support of Piney and his son Opie who was his best friend. Piney had started the club with his father, and shared the same vision as John Teller had.
He felt that Juice would probably go his way also, Bobby and Tig were a different story though. Tig was Clay's best friend and ally. He would stand by him through it all. He knew without a doubt that Tig was the one who had killed Donna, Opie's wife. He hated keeping that from Opie, but he knew it would only put more of a rift in the club than there already was. Piney would kill Tig if he only knew. He thanked god that it hadn't been Opie that was shot down, and he knew it was selfish of him.
The gun running had to stop. It hadn't been what his father had wanted. He idly wondered if it was what his mother had wanted though. He quickly pushed the thought away. He loved his mother and would do anything for her. He wanted to kill those that were responsible for her rape. He would kill to protect those he loved even if it was against the law.
Thoughts of Tara invaded his mind and he groaned some wishing she was home instead of at work. Her shift wouldn't end for six more hours. He had never gotten over his love for her even after ten years. After he had told her how he really felt when she was telling him she was leaving again, she had stayed for him, and that mattered to him more than she would ever know. She loved his son also, and that ate at his heart. His mother was starting to bend also where Tara was concerned. That surprised him more than anything. He only hoped it would last this time. He wasn't going to hurry into anything though; he would let it ride to see where it was heading.
He got up walking over to the crib. Kissing his son's head he put him in the crib and covered him up smiling some as he looked down at him. He finally left the room and headed to take a shower thinking he would get some sleep before Tara got home.