Running up the steps towards Juliet's hospital room Jax didn't know what to expect. Her last hospital visit left her without child and broken limbs. He continued to run down the hallways scanning all the door numbers frantically, before coming to a stop at number 2350. He prepared himself for the worst in front of the room, taking a deep breath before walking in. Walking into the room, he was a bit taken back; David Hale sat next to Juliet, her hand clasped in his, while Gemma sat on the other side. Although shocked to see David, his attention was on Juliet. The left side of her face was decorated with a large, angry bruise. Her black locks were tangled and held down by bandages wrapped around her head. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was steady signaling she was sleeping. There was no constant beep of a heart monitor, which meant she wasn't in that bad of condition. As he stood in front of her bed all eyes were on him. He said nothing as he continued to stare at Juliet; she was the only thing that mattered.

Gemma watched her son as he asses Juliet's health. He was disheveled looking, his hair was a mess and the shirt he was wearing was inside out. Standing up she walked over to him, grabbing his shoulder and motioning with her head for him to follow her out of the room. Mother and son silently walked out of the room, David's eyes on Jax the entire time. Jax followed his mother out to the hall before coming to a stop at the end of the hall. Gemma leaned back against the wall, looking at her son. She stayed silent, trying to find the right words to explain to him what had happened. But he wasn't content with silence.

"What happened?"

It was a simple question, but Juliet had already told Gemma that under no circumstance did she want the club to retaliate. Not with ATF on their backs. It was something that made Gemma love Juliet even more, she just had the shit kicked out of her and the first thing she says to her was that the club was not to kill the pricks that did it. Licking her lips, she let out a shaky breath Juliet was all too similar to herself. Both women had been attacked, and both wanted to protect the club above it all.

"They came for Luann, didn't realize it was Juliet that was in the studio. "

"Who came for her?"

"That son of a bitch porn producer."

"Goddamn it."

Jax turned around slamming his fist on the wall, before both hands ran through his hair. This was his fault. If he hadn't gone after Georgie, Juliet wouldn't be laying battered and bruised in the hospital bed. Keeping one hand in his hair, he let out a sigh turning back to his mother.

"I'm going to kill that fucker. He'll never lay a hand on her again."

"No, you won't."

"Are you out of your goddamn mind? He attacked Juliet, she's club!"

Gemma grabbed her son's shoulders slightly shaking them and bringing him closer to her.

"Listen to me. We've got ATF on our backs; you being arrested and thrown in Stockton ain't going to help anybody."

"I'm not letting that asshole get away with this."

"We won't. But right now you need to use your brain. You need to be here. That woman needs you HERE. Not behind bars. Once we get this bitch Stahl out of Charming, you can have your revenge."

Jax felt helpless. Every fiber of his being was telling him to run out of the hospital and kill the man that laid hands on his beautiful Juliet. But his mother was right; they couldn't afford a body to wash up on their doorstep. He sank into his mother, letting her wrap her arms around him. It didn't matter how old he was, his mother could always comfort him.

"I don't know what to do ma." He said, resting his head on her shoulder he allowed her to comfort him.

"You stay strong, for her, for the club, for our family. "

Callous whispers brought Juliet out of her drug induced sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, only to be assaulted with the harsh bright florescent lights of the hospital room. Juliet made no sounds, just slowly allowed her body to wake up and her eyes adjust to the light. She made no sound as she awoke, she knew where she was, but seeing Jax arguing with David was a surprise.

Both men were standing toe to toe, their faces red and bodies tense. The leather cut and the police uniform were a stark contrast to the other, neither man liked the other. But the biker and the deputy had one thing in common, Juliet. She bound the two men together, whether they liked it or not. Both men wanted to protect her, but they had different ways of handling revenge. The pair weren't yelling at each other, but their words were strong and their voices strained, attempting to be quite. Juliet continued to watch the two men argue about her safety. David's hand pushed on Jax's shoulder, things were about to get explosive. Before she could speak up her mother came into view.

"Juliet!" she cried, running towards her daughter through the two men that were blocking the doorway.

The two men turned their attention to the woman lying in the hospital bed, watching Luann embrace her daughter. Luann placed kisses one her daughter's face, holding her body close to her.

"Mom, I'm fine."

Luann pulled away from Juliet, but kept her hands on either side of her daughter.

"No, you're not okay. I'm so sorry honey."

"I'll be fine. Gemma said I'd only be in here one night."

"And you'll come straight home with me. I'll take some days off and get you back to perfect health."

"I've got a black eye and a busted lip, I'm not disabled. I can go back to my own house"

"Honey…You need someone to take care of you."

"I'll take her home." Jax spoke up.

All attention turned to Jax. Juliet held a scowl on her face, while Luann was relieved. As if David sensed Juliet's discontent he spoke up.

"I think it's best if I took her home."

"I'll handle this, Hale." Jax paused looking over at Juliet, "I look after what's mine."

"And you've done a great fucking job." David stopped, pointing at Juliet. "You're not the one that found her knocked out and bleeding on the floor. I did!"

David was getting angry; he'd had enough of Jackson Teller and the Sons of Anarchy. He would not let Juliet end up like Donna. Jax advanced on David getting in his face.

"I will handle it. Get the fuck out, you're not needed here."

"You are the reason she was attacked."

Juliet saw Jax tense up and his fist tighten. David was right, Jax knew that, but it still drove him mad. Jax didn't need Hale throwing his mistakes in his face. If David pushed Jax any harder, Jax would end up in a cell for assaulting an officer.

"Stop it!" Juliet shouted, trying to ease the tension but all it did was cause her pain. "Owww!"

Grasping her head Juliet let out a pain filled moan, but that didn't stop her from speaking.

"Since you two are going to fight like children, I'll take her home." Gemma said stepping into the room with a tray of coffee in her hand, handing them to the men and Luann.

"I can take care of my daughter Gemma." Luann spoke up.

"I know, but you've got to deal with the feds. Plus she and I can heal together." Gemma pointed to her swollen face. "You know misery loves company."

Luann didn't bother to fight back; she knew it was worthless against the SAMCRO Queen. Deep down she knew, as much as she loved her daughter and cared for her, Gemma always was the one there for her. When she was busy on her knees making a living, Gemma was picking Juliet up from preschool. Luann didn't have to option of running a family business and having her daughter around at work. She'd accepted that, but that didn't mean she didn't have regrets. Luann nodded her head, accepting defeat. Juliet was a Delany by blood, but she was Teller raised and Luann had no doubt that her last name would officially be Teller once Jax came to his senses. Gemma had been grooming Juliet to take over as the matriarch of SAMCRO since the girl was running after Jax in diapers.

"When the fuck can I get out of here?" Juliet asked.

" Bout an hour. We'll sign you out and then take you home." Luann told her.

Juliet slumped down on the bed, just letting her body relax. Letting out a deep breath Juliet looked to her mother and Gemma, ignoring the two men starring at her. "Just get me the fuck out of here."

Three hours later, Juliet was in shuffling around in her kitchen making tea.

"Ma, said you're supposed to stay in bed."

Turning around Juliet saw Jax enter the kitchen. He came to a stop, grabbing the kettle and pouring the boiling water into a tea cup.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my house."

"I was told not to leave you alone."

"She left on purpose, didn't she?"

Jax just shrugged his shoulders and followed Juliet to the living room. She sat down on the couch tucking her legs beneath her, while he just plopped down beside her. Silence engulfed the pair as she sipped on her hot tea. Although Juliet looked off into the distance, she could feel Jax's eyes on her. She heard the loud sigh come from Jax, a sure sign he wanted to talk about something.

"Do you ever think about what would have happened if our baby had survived?" He asked, turning to face her.

Juliet made no move, shutting her eyes a rogue tear fell down her face, she allowed herself to relive the moment she found out she was pregnant.

"Please don't bring this up now." She begged, still refusing to look at him. She was exhausted physically and emotionally, she did not have the energy for this conversation. "I can't deal with this right now."

Jax stood up, moving in front of her before getting on his knees taking her hand in his right hand. With his left had he gently reached up, wiping the tears of Juliet's bruised swollen face. The warmth of his hand was soothing, and she couldn't help but lean into his touch, enjoying the moment. Neither said a word, just relished the moment.

"I realized something today. I never want to lose you. Nothing is going to get in my way of having you."

Juliet looked up, locking eyes with Jax. She may not want to admit it, but she needed him more than ever at this moment.

"I'm never going to let you go Juliet Delaney. I love you and I will do whatever it takes to have you back in my arms."

And he sealed his vow with a kiss.