Hello again. Over the next day or two I will be posting the last few chapters (I'm off on holiday so I won't be able to write for the next three weeks – what am I going to do?!) Anyway, I wanted to post them before I jet off, so I don't leave you guys hanging.
The next two chapters focus on a newly reunited Jax & Tara. They're probably going to show a softer side to Jax (one we don't always get to see) but I figured is he's going to be a bit mushy then it will be with Tara.
Thanks for all of the lovely reviews and the time you take to post them. They put a smile on my face xx
I will be posting a longer story when I get back (hopefully after I've tanned my English rose complexion)
Reaching across to her bed side table Tara looked at the time. 9.37a.m. Christ, she thought and berated herself for oversleeping on today of all days. She had meant to fix the alarm on that clock days ago but with the funeral and moving back she hadn't got round to it.
She stumbled out of her bed, shrugging on a thin satin robe to cover her practically naked body.
As she made her way to the bathroom she heard knocking at the front door. She cursed, what time had she told the undertaker? She hastily made her way to the door, trying to avoid the numerous boxes that she had packed full of her dad's belongings that would soon make their way to the local charity shop.
She opened the door wide and as she did the tie of her robe became loose, exposing her naked thighs to the visitor at her door.
Jax stood in the doorway, his eyes making their way down her body to her long naked legs. He discovered, somewhat disappointingly, that she wasn't naked, with panties and a small t shirt covering her modesty.
''Good morning to you too Knowles. Is this how you welcome all your guests?'' his cheeky smile tugged his lips.
Tara was flustered and quickly covered herself up, knotting the satin tie tighter across her thin waist.
'Jax, morning. What, er… what are you doing here?'' She felt even more naked without the little make up that she usually wore. That goddamn alarm clock.
Jax stepped across the threshold, walking into her living room ''I figured you might need some help. Funerals are more hassle than they're worth''
He looked across at her and realised that he had probably got her up. ''I was going to come in through your bedroom window like I did when we were kids but I didn't think you'd like the intrusion, so I figured that the front door was the safest option''
Tara looked at him in confusion, casting her mind back to yesterday's reunion with him. She had mentioned her father's funeral but she didn't think that she had invited him. She knew that there was no love lost between Jax and her dad, so she didn't think he'd want to go.
Jax looked around the living room, noting all of the boxes that were stacked in every available place. ''You been busy Knowles?''
Tara looked around the room and instantly felt embarrassed. The place looked like a mess. She had been busy packing all of her dads shit that she hadn't really thought about how the place would look to an outsider. And she hadn't counted on having visitors. ''It's some of my dad's stuff. Most of it is going to charity, some of the more sentimental stuff is going into storage. It's a complete mess but I didn't think anyone would come round''
Jax noticed how embarrassed she looked and felt guilty that he had brought it up. ''It's alright. You should see the state of my place. Gemma shits a brick every time she comes near the dorm, she's convinced that I make it untidy deliberately just to wind her up'' Jax shrugged and smiled ''Maybe there's some truth in it''
Tara laughed, feeling more at ease. She remembered how OCD Gemma was about cleanliness. It would seem that some things never change. Jax continued into the kitchen where he placed down the brown bag that he was carrying.
''So, I got eggs, bacon, bread and milk. I bought some coffee too, in case you didn't have any. I remember how grumpy you get in the morning without it''
Tara followed him and watched as he started to take the items out of the bag. In her rush she had forgotten to do any food shopping and her cupboards were looking sparse to say the least.
Jax looked across at her. ''What time is the funeral?''
Tara snapped out of her thoughts, bringing her hands up to her face and wiping her sleepy eyes ''It's at 12.30 at St Judes''
Jax nodded ''Ok. So you go in the shower and get dressed while I get started on breakfast''
Tara looked at him as if he had three heads; this wasn't the Jax Teller that she knew. ''Jax, you can't cook. You don't know how to''
Jax smiled across at her, her gobsmacked face making him laugh some more ''I'm a different man, sweetheart. I also know how to hoover.…..on occasion''
Tara giggled, the stress of the day momentarily forgotten. ''Wow, Jax Teller, domestic goddess''
And with that she went to get ready for the day ahead.
