Jax looked at Tara expectantly, waiting for her to explain. He had looked around the room they were in and immediately recognized it as their bedroom in his house. It's where she felt the safest. With him. It looked a little cleaner, neater, and softer.

The sound of a baby crying broke through the air again, "It's okay Sammy," the male voice soothed, "Let's change your diaper and get you cleaned up."

Tara smiled as she listened to the teenager speaking, then looked at a confused Jax. She reached out and took his hand, smiling at the wedding ring he still wore. She lifted it to her lips and kissed it gently, "I know you're confused. You'll understand more if you come with me."

He nodded his head in agreement, standing when she pulled him towards the door. He was struck with the memory of the day she was released from jail. He was an asshole and slept with the madam that Tara would later beat the shit out of. She tugged on his arm in an attempt to lead him out the door, but was surprised when he tugged her back to him, released her hand, took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, "Whatever happens next, I need you to know that I love you."

Resting her hands on top of his, "I love you too Jackson," she assured him smiling softly, "Just please come with me."

Again she began leading him out of the bedroom and into the nursery. Standing in front of what Jax knew to be a changing table was a male who looked to be almost as tall as himself, dirty blond shaggy hair, pants sagging, white t-shirt and white Nike's. Jax's breath caught in his throat. The feeling of familiarity struck him. Like he just knew who this was. The figure turned around, holding a gurgling baby in his arm.

"See I told you she was coming Sammy," Nathaniel Teller cooed to his baby sister.

Tara walked over to Nathaniel, taking Samantha in her arms, "Let's go eat a bit," she bounced her gently and walked out of the room leaving Jax and Nathaniel by themselves.

Jax stared wide-eyed at the boy in front of him, speechless.

"Hey pops, quit looking at me like that," Nathaniel cringed under the scrutiny, "You can call me Nate. We've been waiting for you," he extended his hand out to for Jax to shake.

Choking back on the tears that had formed, Jax took the hand offered and pulled the kid, who he had come to realize was his son into a tight embrace, slapping him hard on the back a few times, before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him even tighter to him. Almost like he was holding on for dear life.

Nate began squirming, "Ugh, pops, I can't breathe."

Jax quickly released him then wiped the tears that fell from his eyes away with his thumbs, "Yeah, sorry about that," he choked out gruffly, "It's just…"

"No worries," Nate assured him, "I get it." He gestured to the door, "Mom's probably in the kitchen if you want to…"

"Yeah, yeah," Jax agreed. Walking down the hall towards the kitchen they heard happy voices and laughter. A little pair of legs carrying a flurry of long curly dark brown hair came flying down the hall, launched themselves into the air forcing Jax to catch her before she hurt him or herself.

"Hi daddy! I'm Grace!" she squealed hugging him tightly around the neck, "Mommy said, you'd be here soon!" then she forced him to set her down and began tugging on his hand to follow her into the kitchen. He looked at the little girl and recognized her as all Tara. He didn't quite feel the same connection as he had with Nate, Abel or Thomas, but felt the need to protect and love her all the same.

Grace pulled on his hand until he was in the kitchen. The same kitchen he found Tara dead in. His eyes moved to that spot, and he could feel his chest attempt to tighten up on him. He shook his head to clear the image of Tara's cold lifeless body lying on the linoleum.

"Jax," he heard Tara call his name. He looked at her, "Don't…" she soothed, smiling. He knew she meant don't think about that. He smiled softly back at her, moving towards her, he leaned into her so that he could kiss her. She understood, and kissed him back softly. His hand moving to the pink bundle that she held. Short stubby arms and legs just a moving in excitement. He let one of the groping hands latch on to his finger, as the tears came again. He knew who this was too. He didn't have to be told this was his daughter. One arm wrapping around Tara, the other around the baby, he leaned down and kissed his daughter's head.

"You want to…?" Tara prodded.

Jax agreed nodding his head 'yes,' and smiled a tear filled watery smile. Tara gently passed Samantha to her father, "Jackson Teller, this is your daughter, Samantha," she said softly, as she looked at Jax and Sam proudly and lovingly.

Swaying gently, he walked over to the kitchen table and slowly sat in one of the chairs, careful not to jostly the baby.

"Here you go, daddy!" Grace handed him a bottle proudly. "Isn't she pretty? She's like one of my baby dolls!" Grace squealed.

Jax looked at his daughter, Grace, saying, "She gets it from her momma and sister."

"Nate did you get all the garbage together and take it to the curb?" Tara asked the teenager.

"Ugh," he groaned, "Noo….. Why do I have to?"

"It's that, the dishes or laundry… Take your pick," Tara smiled at him.

"Fine," he mumbled out, slouched his shoulders and sulked around to do his chores.

Tara waited until Nate was out of earshot, and walked over to sit across from Jax and Sammy, "I know you probably have a lot of questions. I'll explain what I can tonight."

He looked up briefly from admiring Samantha, "Take your time, babe," he assured her smiling.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Nate spoke loudly as he came closer to the house.

"Nate? What is it?" Tara asked standing up quickly.

"He's back!" he exclaimed charging through the house, grabbing something from the closet in the hall, then charging back outside. Jax turned his head in time to see his teenage son charging outside with a baseball bat in anger.

"Woah! Woah!" Jax shot up, startling the baby, who began fussing. Tara quickly took the baby out of his arms, "Who's back?" he caught up to Nate before he hit the door.

Jax was taken aback by the rage he saw boiling behind his oldest son's blue-green eyes. The violent protective streak had been passed down to another member of the Teller family.

"Some psycho jerk who's been saying Gracie is his… Uncle Opie and I have told him several times to back the hell away but…."

That's all Jax needed to hear before he was out the door, Nate a few feet behind him, "Dad! Here!" he tried to hand his dad the ball bat, but Jax just scoffed at it.

"This is the part of me your mom REALLY hates," Jax stormed past Nate, hands balled up at his sides all the tension and hate he ever felt for the man he knew was trying to harass his family again, all draining into his hands. He spit out, "Have your mom call Opie then you stay by that door and swing at anything or anyone who tries to get to your mom and sisters."

It didn't take long at all for Jax to find the car he was looking for, even though he had no idea what kind of car he was looking for. He tapped on the window lightly to get the attention of the stalker/driver. Once he did, and the driver, Kohn twisted his head to look at him, Jax pulled his arm back and punched a hole through the window, and pulled Kohn out of the broken window, through him on the pavement of the road, and held him down with his knee on Kohn's chest. He did smirk a little when he thought he heard Kohn gasp, "Oh shit," when he saw Jax. "STAY" FWAP of a fist to the face, "AWAY" another, "FROM" another, "MY" another, "FAMILY and another, Jax bit out through clenched teeth.

"Just wanna see my daughter…" Kohn managed to gasp out.

Grabbing him up by his now bloodied shirt collar, Jax brought him up closer to him, so that they were nose to nose, "Leave MY DAUGHTER and MY WIFE alone," he growled low and deep, his nose and lips flaring, "I don't want to have this conversation again, you got me?" Jax raised his eyebrows for emphasis, twisting the collar of his shirt a bit to tighten around his windpipe, "I put you down once, and that was before I put a bullet in my own mother's head for hurting my wife and family," Jax chuckled and smirked at the shock and terror that lite up Kohn's eyes, "Come at them again, see what happens."

"But…" Kohn attempted to choke out but Jax reared his head back and snapped it forward quickly letting his forehead connect with Kohn's affectively rendering him unconscious. Releasing Kohn's shirt, he let his unconscious body hit the pavement. Jax stood up and rolled his neck a few times, then stopped too look at the person that he saw in his peripheral-vision.

"Well it's nice to see being president hasn't made you soft, brother," Opie greeted.

AN: Well? I know it may be confusing but just keep bearing with me people :)