Chapter 10
When we got to the clubhouse I headed straight up to Jax's old room while he and the rest of the guys went straight to the chapel. The room hadn't changed much in the years we were away. Not that Jax was really here long enough to decorate with anything more than a few pictures. I threw my bag on the bed and looked around the room. Everything really was the same. All of a sudden a wave of tiredness rushed over me. I didn't want to unpack, all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and sleep until all of this went away. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the first thing my hands touched. One of Jax's shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. I changed quickly and was almost asleep when Jax came through the door. I heard him pull off his clothes and drop them on the floor before laying down on his side of the bed. My body automatically turned so that my head was laying on his chest. I always loved that we fit perfectly together and he wasn't the kind of guy who in the middle of the night would wiggle away. I always woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. it somehow comforted me. I breathed in his smell of cigarettes and gasoline finally finding the right words. "You guys planning something?" I asked softly.
"Nah not yet, we need to find out who it was and then they will be delt with" he said.
"I can't believe they came to our house" I said still in disbelief. I paused a second before continuing. "I need to go by the house and clean it up".
"Babe you don't need to do that I will get some of the guys to take care of it."
I shook my head "no really I want to do it. I don't want anyone else touching my stuff". I could feel his eyes boring into the top of my head but I wasn't ready to look at him yet. I could feel him relent as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.
"Ok but take someone with you, I don't want you going there alone" he said sternly.
We layed there in silence for a few minutes. He hugged me tighter to him with one arm as his other ran down my leg. He let out a small laugh. "What in the hell are you wearing?" he asked curiously. He knew me too well. I always get hot at night and rarely wore bottoms to bed for that reason. I felt a smile creep up to my lips.
"A pair of your sweatpants" I say innocently.
"Why in the world are you doing that? You are going to get hot and try kicking them off and end up kicking me instead" he said a matter of factly. I look up to find his smug smile on his face and that tiredness that was there disappeared.
"Well you could help me take them off now" I say smiling. Nothing else needed to be said. It wasn't one of our wild and crazy nights or one of our rough nights. It was a tender night, the kind of night we needed to remind us of what we are together and bring us back to that.