A/N I am overwhelmed at all of the reviews follows and favourites I have gotten overnight. I woke up to 50 emails in regards to this story. Thank you.

You just left me here waitin
Left a wound that won't heal
God, you're so far away you don't know how I feel
So say you'll take a chance on this heart of mine
Don't make me the one that you left behind
And I'm not saying anybody's wrong or right
Just know I'd die to be with you tonight

-Jimmy Barnes, I'd Die To Be With You Tonight


Jax had decided that until they told Gemma about Thomas he had to stay with Tara. He still didn't know why she came back, but he didn't think it was about reuniting his family. Not after the way she had left all those years ago. He hadn't wanted her to leave, and she refused to stay. Tara was the first woman to break his heart, and since then he hadn't allowed anyone the chance to do it again.

Jax escorted Tara to her old house. It had been empty since the death of her father, and the neglect showed. He helped with the bags and even found himself joking with his little brother. When Thomas darted for a bag, and Jax had begun to wrestle with him he realised there was a question he hadn't asked yet. A question he needed to ask. The laughter died on his lips, and his expression fell into dread. Both Tara and Thomas had noticed the sudden change.

"Jackson?" Tara asked, placing her hand on his arm, which was still holding Thomas in a headlock. Jax shook his head and stepped back.

"Your heart. Is it fixed?" Jax asked his brother awkwardly.

"They, uh, had to wait until I was twelve to do the operation. Now I take meds every day to make sure it stays working, or something. I don't understand it as well as Doctor Knowles." Thomas replied, making a face at her.

"He means I know the doctor terms, and he is too immature to pay attention." Tara joked, playfully punching him in the arm.

"But, you're okay?" Jax asked, for added security.

"I'm fine big brother, you always worry too much." Even Thomas seemed a little surprised at his recollection if his childhood. After the bags had been brought in, Jax and Thomas brought Tara's old bed in from the garage. Just as they set the bed down Jax's phone began to ring.

"Hello."

"Alright brother, I'll be there shortly."

"Don't tell Gemma I was late. She will kill me."

"No, it's not because of that. I ran into some old friends."

The snippets of conversation she heard sounded familiar. When he became a prospect it had seemed like every little moment they had together had been interrupted.

"Let me guess, the club calls?" Tara said scathingly.

"Yeah, the Vice President is needed," Jax said, pointing to his badge. Tara snorted, picked up her bags and went towards the master bedroom. Jax looked the where she had stood, almost in confusion. And Thomas just shrugged, unsure of what to do or say.

She heard the motorcycle get fainter and fainter and sat heavily on her bed. She wasn't going to cry. Not over him. Not again. She didn't see Thomas standing in the doorway, he stood watching her for a minute or two before talking.

"You know, he's just like you described him. And… I think I remember him. Not clearly, it's almost like remembering a dream. If I try really hard I get more of an impression than a distinct memory." His voice was wistful, and far away, he looked at Tara, "The club is really important to him, huh?"

"You know Gemma will expect you to join, and when Clay steps down Jax will become the president, she'll want you to become VP," Tara commented absent-mindedly.

"That won't happen. I will leave before that happens. And we need to get Jax out of that club too. I don't want to lose him, Tara."

"I don't think anything in the world could make Jax Teller, the prince of Charming leave Sam Crow," Tara said softly, and sadly.


The next day

"So you haven't told Tara about Wendy, and you haven't told Gemma about Thomas?" Opie asked, summing up their conversation. After dealing with the club business Jax had gone to Opie's house to tell him what was going on. He may have gotten out for Donna, but Jax needed his friend. So now they sat at his dining room table talking about Jax, as usual.

"What am I gonna do?" Jax complained, with a loud groan.

"You can man-up and tell 'em, or suffer in silence, never get your girl back and break your mother's heart," Opie commented, taking a swig of coffee.

"Helpful as ever Op," Jax muttered darkly, taking a swig of his Jack Daniels.

"They're gonna find out anyway, brother, it's better they hear it from you."

"Look at my Opie, being all wise," Donna said as she poured cereal for the kids. Jax wasn't sure if it was sarcasm or pride in Donna's voice, but Opie seemed to take it as a compliment.

"I married you, so I must be the wisest man in Charming," Opie said with a smile.

"EW!" exclaimed their two kids and Jax.

"Call her Jax."


Tara, I have to talk to you before Thomas and I go see Gemma." Jax said, slurring his words slightly.

"Everything okay?" She asked concerned.

"I just need to talk to you. I'll be at your house in 15 minutes." He said, promptly ending the call.


"Hey," she said opening the door.

"Hey darlin', " Jax said, smirking.

"Do you want me to make tea?" Tara asked awkwardly, moving to the kitchen.

"No," he said, grabbing her arm, "I need to tell you this." Tara gazed up at him, as he moved to stand right in front of her, and searched his face which was full of shame.

"I'm having a child, with my ex-wife." That was not what she had expected, anything else she could have dealt with, but not that.

"Oh." He watched her face crumple, it had gone from wonder to misery in two seconds flat, "I'm really happy for you."

"Tara. It was an accident. I didn't even love her when we were married. I gave her the divorce papers, and we uh… I guess you don't really want to hear about that…" Jax was still holding her. Tara's head almost touched his chest, as she looked down, trying to hide her grief.

"Hey, guys!" Thomas said cheerily, the two sprung apart. He was about to make a sly comment but saw Tara's expression.

"Hey! What the hell did you say to her?" demanded Thomas angrily.

"The horrible truth," Jax said miserably.

"Don't you dare say that! A child is not horrible. If you view this child as a burden you shouldn't have it." Tara protested. Jax, of course, didn't understand how personally she felt that comment.

"Can we talk about this later? Please." Asked Jax, ignoring his brother's presence. She nodded.


The two brothers entered the garage office together. The younger one had darker blue eyes and shorter blonde hair. But they looked similar in their face shape and the way they stood.

"Who the hell is that?" Gemma demanded, she couldn't understand why this person looked so much like her baby- or at least what she imagined her baby to look like.

"Just read this letter, and then ask questions," Jax said, ignoring her questions. A few minutes passed, and Gemma looked more and more outraged.

"That son of a bitch!" She shouted, shoving all of the papers off of her desk. She looked at her second son, and her expression softened, "My boy." Gemma pulled Thomas into a tight hug, refusing to let go.

"Who the hell is that?" Clay asked as we walked in, unbeknownst to him copying his wife's words.

"It's my brother," Jax said smugly.

"I can't believe it's you." Gemma breathed, pulling away from her child, "How did you find him?" she asked Jax in wonder.

"Tara's back."