Here is chapter six. I am glad there are people who are enjoying the story. I do apologize for the long wait but college has restarted and I am taking 16 credit hours. I promise to do my best to update once a week and it may be either Sundays or Teller Tuesdays. But anyway! :) Thanks for reading and enjoy the new chapter! I hope you like! Sons of Anarchy and most of the characters belong to Mr. Kurt Sutter.

"Yeah, I am. My fiancé got a job here in Charming."

"Oh? Doing what?"

"He is a….well…he started a new job. But I don't remember him telling me what it was. But he works with the company, Diotech."

"Are you sure you know the guy?"

"Donna. Listen, it's just we have been busy wedding planning and everything either he hasn't thought to mention it or I just didn't hear it. We have been crazy busy lately."

"Yeah, sounds fishy."

"Anyway…what about Gemma? She is right and wrong?"

"She is right about what she said about you and the club, wrong about you hurting Jax again."

"Excuse me?"

"What? Come on! You two were perfect together."

"That was a long time ago. That…isn't me anymore."

"Please, I see the glimmer, the sparkle, in your eye when the club and especially Jax is mentioned. It is like you never stopped loving this world."

"I did."

"Deny it all you want. This life you have now, isn't you. But, I am glad you aren't giving in."

I look at Donna as if she had grown ten extra heads. "You—you—you are?"

"Of course. Opie did time for the club and just recently got out. He promised he would quit the club and get a normal job to take care of the kids and me. And he could have more time with us instead always working a job that has him leaving town and constantly away from us."

"Then why try to get me to go back?"

"I just wanted to see how strong you were. Because I overheard Opie and Jax talking about how Jax will win you back."

"What? How?"

"Well, Jax is determined to prove that you two belong together. I didn't catch how."

"Great." I sigh as my phone starts ringing. I pull it out of my pocket and look to see who was calling. "Brady. I got to take this. It was nice seeing you again." I say, waving bye.

"You too."

I answer the phone. "Hey. I am on my way."

"I was wondering where you were but something has come up. I have to go do something for work."

"What? Now? It's late and I got the steaks you wanted."

"We will have them tomorrow. I am sorry, sweetums." He says, just before hanging up. I drive home and put the groceries up. I sit on the couch waiting for Brady to come home. I try watching TV, I try snacking, I try everything I could to stop thinking about Donna said about Jax. But it got the best of me and I found myself grabbing my purse and keys off the table and walking toward the door. I lock the door behind me and head for my car. I drive to the Teller-Morrow Garage. When I get there, I notice a lot of bikes, fire, and tons of people. "A party. Awesome." I put the car in park and slowly climb out. I make my way toward the party.

"What are you doing here?" a blonde girl asks. "This is a private party."

"I am just looking for Jax."

"He has plenty to take care of him, honey." She snaps.

I step closer to her. "I am looking for Jax. Get out of my way." I growl as I walk around her. I walk around the grounds, looking for the blonde shaggy haired biker.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" the familiar accent calls behind me.

"Hey, Chibs." I say, turning around.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need to speak to Jax."

"He is a little occupied, dear."

"I need to tell him—" Someone grabs my arm and swings me around. Their arms wrap tightly around me.

"Looky, looky. I got a sexy woman in my arms. What brings you here? Missed me?"

"Tig…let me go!"

"Oh, I can't do that. I need your help."

"Stop it!"

"Tig, man. Let her go!" Jax yells as he pulls Tig off me. He turns to look at me. "What are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you."

"Now?"

"Yes. Please."

"Yeah, of course, darling. Follow me." I follow him to the away from the garage to the clubhouse. "What brings you here? I mean, I am glad to see—"

"Leave me alone, Jax."

"Uh, you do remember that you came looking for me, right?"

"I mean, I heard you were discussing a plan to win me back. I want to make this clear right now. We are never going to happen. Just let it go."

"You don't get it."

"Get what?"

"We love each other. We had plans…dreams. You left me and it tore me apart. I felt that I had lost all reason to live but I couldn't do anything that would me that my mom lost another important person from her life. But all I wanted to do was chase you down and bring you back. You should have my crow on your back, you should be wearing a ring from me, you should be the one carrying my child."

"You're going to be a dad?" My question causes him to look down. "Who is she?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't but—"

"Then it doesn't matter."

"Fine. You're right. Just please let me live in peace without the fear of you tearing up my family."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Why you have been following me around for a year? What has you so interested in me?" I ask.

"There is something about you. The look in your eyes, the sound of your laugh, the sweet smell of your hair. I lay awake at night thinking about you. I can't get you off my mind. I want to be around you all the time. I want to be with you."

"What makes you think that I want to be with you?" I ask, turning to face him.

"I don't. I can only hope, darling." His hands gentle rest on each side of my face. He stares at my lips. He must have sensed I was uncomfortable. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Um, well. I came with Meg."

"I will bring you back."

I silently laugh. "Okay." He grabs my hand and leads me back toward the party. "Where are we going?"

"Just trust me." We walk past the party and walk up to his bike. I pull back. "What?"

"I haven't rode on a bike."

"Will you just trust me?"

"Is it even legal to drive that at sixteen?"

"I got my bike license." I just nod my head. He hands me a helmet and he climbs onto his bike. He holds his hand out to help me on. "Are you ready?" he asks.

"Yeah. Please be careful."

"Of course, darling." He starts the bike and waits a moment for me to get used to the sound and feel. Then he takes off. He drives through town and soon we pulled up to the garage his family owns. He helps me off the bike before getting off himself. We remove the helmets and walk into the garage. He turns the lights on and I see quite a few bikes. "These are the clubs bikes that we are working on. The guys are probably asleep in their rooms in the club."

"Wow. These are actually really cool." I say, carefully looking at each one.

"You think so? How did you like the ride?"

"I have to admit I loved it."

"Yeah?" He asks. "Come here." He leads me out of the garage and over to the building I guess was the clubhouse. We walk in and there are naked men and women everywhere. "We will walk past this mess." He leads me to a hall and we come across a bike on display.

"John Teller." I read. "This was your father's motorcycle?"

"It was." He smiles, staring at the bike in front of us.

"It's a really cool bike."

"I think so, too." He says just as one of the guys snorts. "Come on. Let's get out of here before they wake up." We walk back toward the garage and he helps me onto the picnic table. "I know this isn't exactly what you were expecting."

"No, but it is better."

"You think so?"

"Well, I was afraid you were going to go somewhere quiet where we were going to be alone…" we both look around. "…I mean, to, well, you know."

"You thought I was going to get you alone to sleep with you?"

"Yep."

"I may not really know you, but I know you better than you think I do. I wasn't going to try unless that was what you wanted. I told you. I really like you. I don't want to scare you away. Course, the clubhouse was not the best place seeing there were naked bodies all around." He says, placing his hands on the table on each side of me. He leans in closer. "I am glad you came tonight." I stare at him for a moment before leaning in to kiss him.