A/N: To all my wonderful reviewers…Thanks for keeping my creative juices flowing.
A gift to you. Just a little snack… Although some may be cussing me by the end….
Jax
Jax and Able took the car that Opie and Happy had remembered to "pick-up." Juice drove, while Jax rode in the back with Able.
God knows he wasn't letting the little guy out of his sight. Jax couldn't believe how big he'd gotten.
As the crew pulled into Belfast International, Jax pulled from his pocket a little blue hat with a reaper on the front.
Jax put the hat on his son, and smiled.
Able immediately reached up and ripped the hat off. Then, as adorably as possible, attempted to put it back on himself.
Jax just smiled again, and helped the little guy get it back on.
Once it was secure, Jax let it go. "There you go little-man." He damn near almost cooed.
When they parked the car and got out, Jax knew this was it. He needed to call Tara.
He fumbled the phone from his pocket, still holding Able with his other arm. He dialed that 10-digit number like it was the only number in the world.
He felt like he'd been drowning, and with every ring he was getting closer and closer to air.
On the third ring, Jax heard the most beautiful sound.
"Hello," was all it said, but that was enough.
She sounded like she'd been sleeping.
Jax suddenly had a mischievous idea, now that his humanity had returned. Keep it short and sweet, and she just might mistake it for a dream.
"I'm bringing our son home," was all he said. Though anyone would be able to here the massive amount of joy in his voice.
"I love you Tara. WE will see you soon."
And with that, he hung up the phone and walked through the doors of the airport, Able in tow.
Tara
Tara was having the most restless dream.
Able was in a black car speeding away, while Tara chased behind on Jax's motorcycle. She was losing the car. She kept falling farther and farther behind.
Behind her a police siren rang out. She didn't want to look behind her, for fear of losing the car all together. Again, the siren rang out.
This time, she glanced behind her, and-BAM! Tara realized she was in bed, and the siren was actually her cell phone.
Tara snatched the phone up before the third ring was complete. She glanced at the clock. It was just after 3 am.
"Hello," she groggily answered.
"I'm bringing our son home," was all he said. Though anyone would be able to here the massive amount of joy in his voice.
"I love you Tara. WE will see you soon."
At the sound of the dial tone, Tara dropped the phone from her ear.
"Everything okay?" David muttered rolling over and squinting into the darkness.
"Fine." Was all Tara could respond, with both fear and joy passing through her brain.
"Go back to sleep."