Hello my fellow humans! I am new to the Sons fanfiction world, so please be gentle mmkay? Thank you and I hope you enjoy this story! It's set in season 3, when Jax cheated on Tara, with Ima. This is just my take on what should have happened, feel free to leave a review and tell me how you feel. OH! Tara does not yet know she is pregnant. First chapter is sloppy and very rushed, the rest of the story will be much slower, I just wanted this all to fit I guess. think that's all..
Jax- Finally.
Me- Shut up you bike loving-
Gemma- Jesus, don't have an argument on the first fuckin' chapter.Me- *sighs* Fine. Sorry. Continue to read my story!

Chapter one.

Tara felt numb as she took in the sight in front of her, Jax stretched out on the bed, and Ima leaning against the doorframe, wearing only Jax's t-shirt. Tara nodded and looked to Jax, the man she had once thought would never hurt her. "You wanted to push me away, you win. Sorry for interrupting your little... rendezvous" she says hollowly, and, pulling the door behind her closed, she walks to the exit of the clubhouse, ignoring the sympathetic eyes of the bikers she had began to consider family. She doesn't look back as she walks straight to the exit. Lyla stands up from Opie's lap, and follows her brunette friend while Gemma marches towards her son's room. She slams the door open, and glares frostily at Ima. "Get the FUCK out of my clubhouse right now" she snarls at the pornstar, who looks to Jax as if expecting him to defend her. He doesn't. "Fine. I got what I wanted anyway. He knows mine is the best pussy he's ever gonna have" Ima smirks, and Gemma grabs her by the hair, and drags her to the door, wearing only a bra and thong, no shoes. "Let me get my clothes first" Ima complains, and Gemma smirks. "Whores shouldn't wear clothes, it only makes the next fuck longer away" she spits and slams the door in the blonde's face, while marching back into her son's room.

"JACKSON TELLER! YOU ARE ONE STUPID FUCKING IDIOT! YOU BROKE THAT GIRL'S HEART!" Gemma yells, and Jax looks at her. "You have never supported Tara and me, why now?!" he demands, and her eyes narrow. "Because if not her, you'll go for someone like the pornslut I just threw out of here. At least Tara is a kind woman who can do more than suck a dick" Gemma tells him, and he looks down, avoiding his mother's eyes. "I had to, so I wouldn't hurt her" he says simply, and Gemma lets out a cold laugh. "You don't believe that. And she doesn't either. But well done, now she has no reason to stay around, and could just go back to Chicago right now" Gemma informs him, and his eyes widen as he shakes his head. "I don't need this Ma. I'll get Abel back, and everything will go back into place" he declares, as Gema shakes her head sadly, walking out of the room.

Back with Tara, Lyla had joined her and they were at Tara's dad's house, after they had just stopped at Jax's place to get Tara's stuff. Lyla had decided she was going to take Tara out to celebrate Lyla's decision to stop being a porn-star and do the other girls make up and costumes instead, and to make Tara cheer up about Jax. Tara had agreed, throwing caution to the wind. "I'll do your hair and make-up, and I'm loaning you a dress" Lyla announces and Tara suppresses the urge to groan. As Lyla sat down beside her on Tara's bed, she looked at the brunette. "Are you okay?" Lyla asks tenderly. "No, but I will be" Tara nods, and Lyla decides to stop prying.

As Lyla was doing her eye shadow, the doorbell rang. The women exchanged a look, and Tara shrugged. "I'll get it" she says, and walks to the door. She opens it to reveal Tig, who takes in Tara's current dressed state which was a white robe, and raises an eyebrow. "Lyla's bringing me out dancing, more like dragging" Tara explains. "SHE WANTS TO! PLUS THERE'S A FEW CUTE BARTENDERS WHO LOVE BRUNETTES AT THE BLACK CAT" Lyla yells from somewhere within the house, causing Tig to chuckle. "Well as hurt I am over not being invited to the party, I have some good news. Abel, we have located him. He's in Belfast. The guys are going in the morning to find him" Tig smiles and Tara puts a hand over her mouth in shock, and flings her arms around Tig. "Thank you for telling me" she whispers in his ear before she pulls away. "Not a problem. Wait did, did you say you were going to The Black Cat?!" Tig yelps, and Tara nods, crossing her arms over her chest. "Problem?" she asks, and Tig sighs. "Jax wouldn't like you going there" he explain, and the Tara's voice is cool as she answers. "Well Jax lost all right to care about where I was going, with whom, when he decided to fuck Ima" she snaps, and Tig raises his arms in defence. "Alright doc. Take care of yourself then" he chuckles, and walks to his bike.

"SHE'S GOING WHERE?!" Jax roars at the indifferent looking Tig. "Dancing, at the Black Cat. I told her you wouldn't like it, and her exact words were Jax lost all right to care about where I was going, with whom, when he decided to fuck Ima" Tig quoted, and Jax's face went pale. "She- She said that?" he asks in disbelief, and Tig nods. "Word for word". "I-I don't want her going there" he says, ignoring what Tara said. "If it makes you feel better, I don't think it's optional. Opie's old lady, she's one convincing woman" Tig chuckles throatily, as Jax starts to think. She's just a little mad about Ima, that's all and when Abel's here, she'll be fine he confirms to himself, repeating it like a chant in his mind.

A few hours later, a beaming Lyla and an uncomfortable looking Tara are ready. Lyla is wearing a gold mini dress, one sleeve lon and the other not there, so it her shoulder was exposed, with gold heel and her her hair crimped. Tara was wearing a red dress that accented her chest, was skin tight, yet still somehow classy and these subtle strappy black stilettoes, her hair straightened out, she had her arms across her chest. "No, I'm not going" she decides and Lyla sighs. "But you promised! You have to or I'll be really sad" Lyla begs, using her puppy dog eyes. Tara attempts to ignore them, but visibly gives in, her shoulders slumping. "Fine let's go to your stupid club, and dance" she grumbles, and Lyla immediately perks up.

The club is positively buzzing with electric energy as the two women arrive, and get in straight away, mainly because Lyla knew the bouncer. "SHOTS!" Lyla yells, and as they go up to order, two good looking men come sidling over. "Hello ladies. Can we buy you a drink?" they taller of the two ask, as the shorter eyes up Lyla like she's a piece of meat. Tara opens her mouth to reject them when Lyla accepts. "Oh sure, c'mon over here" she winks, and within seconds, Tara is handed a red drink, that she recognises as vodka and cranberry juice. She warily takes a sip, and enjoys as the fruity liquid slides down her throat. In that moment she decides to let go of all the pain of that week, and just have fun.

The men, who reveal are Lenny and Fred, the taller being Lenny, also tell them they are gay and just buy women drinks so if some of their work buddies come clubbing it will appear they are straight. Tara enjoys their company, and as the night goes on, and the alcohol keeps flowing, she finds herself liking them more and more, all four exchanging numbers. "Care to dance guuurls" Fred slurs, and giggling, all four stumble to the dance floor. Lenny's eyes widen, as someone calls out his name. "LENNY! ANOTHER GIRL ON THE GO HUH?" a group of men yell over, and Lenny gives them the thumbs p, shooting Tara and Lyla apologetic looks. "Those the work buddies you talking about?" Tara asks, and the two men nod.

Lyla and Tara exchange a glance and a nod, grabbing Lenny and Fred, and pulling them off a little bit. "Let them watch this" Tara yells to Lenny over music, pressing herself to him, and dancing with him, swaying and sashaying her body all around his. He grabs her waist and joins in, and she sees Lyla and Fred do the same. Lenny presses his face into her neck, whispering his thanks into her ear. That's when they are violently yanked apart, and suddenly Lenny on the floor clutching his nose, and Jax is standing over him, looking positively murderous, Opie with him, glaring at Fred and Lyla, who have broke apart by now. "LENNY!" Tara yells, and kneels down beside him. "So, this is the guy you were telling me about. Nice right hook" he compliments weakly, and Tara glares at Jax. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" she yells. He doesn't answer, just stares at her and her dress, and she starts tugging at the hem, attempting to make it look less... Revealing. It doesn't work. Jax and Opie look at each other and nod, grabbing their individual partner. Lyla pulls away as does Tara. "I can walk" she hisses coolly, and turns around to the now standing Lenny. "I am so sorry about him. Please forgive me" she pleads and he holds up a hand. "Don't even mention it, all in the past" he smiles, and kisses her cheek.

Jax moves to hit him again, but Tara pushes him back. "You have done enough damage for now, don't you agree?!" she snaps, and walks away, Lyla walking after her. As they get out and turn as if to walk back to Tara's, Jax stops her. "I brought the truck. Get in. Both of you" he growls, and Lyla complies, but Tara crosses her arms. "I am capable of walking myself home Teller" she informs him, and his jaw tightens. "Get. In. The. Fucking. Truck. Now" he warns and she climbs in, Lyla sitting on the furious looking Opie. The ride back is tense, and the air awkward. It's when the four get into Tara's living room, where world war 3 breaks loose.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING DANCING WITH THOSE CREEPS AT A PLACE YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM?!" Jax roars, as the door closes. Opie stands at his side, and looks to Lyla for her explanation. "I was having fun. You do not hold any right to forbid me from anywhere!" Tara answers. Lyla and Opie have gone into the kitchen and the sounds of their argument can be heard, slightly muffled. "I have every right to tell MY old lady where she cannot go" he tells her,, and she looks him in the eye. "But, I'm not your old lady. I'm not even your family" she reminds him, and he crumbles. "You will ALWAYS be my old lady" he says, and she rolls her eyes. "Until the next croweater wants you after we fight" she spits. "YOU WERE THE ONE PRACTICALLY FUCKING A GUY WHILE IN PUBLIC!" Jax accuses and Tara slaps him across the face.

"They were gay, and Lyla and I decided to help them act straight in front of their work buddies you ignorant bastard" she fumes, and his eyes widen. "Oh" is all he says. "So we are even?" he asks, and she scoffs. "You fucked someone else Jackson!" Tara yells, and he gets defensive. "I was pushing you away so you wouldn't get hurt" he says quietly. "No you were pushing me away because you were scared. Imagine if I had slept with Lenny tonight. Could you honestly tell me you'd be okay with the knowing he was inside me? Knowing our sweaty bodies were joined as he made me cum? Knowing another man has enjoyed my body while I was meant to be with you? Knowi-" Jax cuts her off with a kiss. "You. Are. Mine" he tells her, and she pushes him away. "I was. But that was a distant memory now" she says firmly, and she walks up the stairs, as he watches her in something akin to shock.

SO that was chapter one... Whaddaya think? Do you think I should continue or just ... Delete and forgot about it? Tell me in PM or review :) Until later my lovelies.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Sons of Anarchy, all rights go straight to the Genius that is Kurt Sutter. No profit is made from this story, entertainment purposes only.