Hi Guys, I seriously want to thank everyone for sticking with this story even though I've been slacking. I know this is a shorter chapter and it's basically a filler before everything takes a turn. I'm working on Chapter 13 as we speak and I hope to have that up by tomorrow if not then thursday!

Let me know what you think and if you haven't already please check out Maple Hill Chapter 5. :)


1:42AM.

The digital clock blinked on the glass nightstand. The red numbers mirrored onto the top. Her eyes shifting between the clock and the door of the hotel room as she lay in the center of the large king bed. She'd been there since 4. She and Charlotte had unpacked all of her bags and had some lunch before she sent Charlotte back to Charming to give Jax the key to the room.

He said he had some things to take care of before he could leave - Club business - but he promised he'd be there by 9. She'd ordered room service for dinner. The whole room lit by candlelight and roses. 9 o'clock had since come and gone and still no Jax. A sense of worry came over her. What if something had gone wrong? He'd been shot at just recently. What if this time he hadn't been wearing his vest?

She tried calling his phone once more but got no answer. Placing the phone down on the nightstand, she laid back on the bed, staring blankly at clock until the blinking lights put her to sleep. It was all she could do. It's not like she could call anyone else to see if he was okay. This was the part of this relationship that she hated. Being left on the dark if anything was to go wrong.

3:26AM.

The warm sensation of a body pressing against her caused her to stir. Tilting her head to the side, she felt the stubble of facial hair scratching against her skin. Rubbing her eyes, Leila turned around to see Jax wrapped around her. His arms thrown around her waist, pulling her body into his large figure. The smell of cologne and leather encompassing her. His leg resting in between hers. He looked peaceful in that moment but lines of stress were drawn across his face. The night hadn't been a good one for him but she couldn't be more relieved that he was here safely.

"I'm so sorry, babe"

"Shh."

She hushed, turning to face him, her hands pressed against the harsh stubble of his cheeks as she kissed his lips. You could feel the tension leaving his body as he wrapped his arms tighter around her small waist, pulling her body harder against him in a hug. She could feel his need for comfort. His whole body was tight, still on guard and ready - scared in a way - until she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers twirling around his long blonde hair.

"You're here now." Leila whispered against his ear as he buried his face into her neck. "You're okay. That's all that matters."

Jax nodded gratefully against her, pressing soft kisses along her bare shoulder. She closed her eyes, running her fingertips up and down his back lightly until she felt his breathing steady to put him to sleep. Smiling, slightly proud of herself for knowing just how to relax him. Resting her head in the crook of his neck, she kept her arms wrapped around him, closing her eyes to finally get some rest.


"Good morning"

Jax breathed against the velvet skin of her back, feeling her rouse as her eyes fluttered open, leaning over her from behind. His fingertips running slowly, smoothly, up the curve of her body, from the tip of her thighs, down the dip of her waist, up the the side of her breast. She bit her lip. The pressure turning her pale pink lips red, but only for a moment before his lips captured hers. His hand making its way to her cheek, stroking it with his thumb as his fingers rested in her feathery hair.

"Good morning."

Leila whispered, her eyes slightly redden from the mostly sleepless night. Guilt came over him for being the cause of her worry, but this weekend he was hers. Just her and him in their own little world. He'd make it all up to her. His hand slid down to the side of her neck, brushing his thumb lightly as she looked up at him with that beautiful smile he'd fallen in love with years and years ago.

His head lowered to rest against hers. She lifted her lips to meet his, kissing him gently. She would be the death of him. If there ever was a weakness within him, she was it. His fingertips slide down through her hair, running through the silky strands slowly as he returned the kiss. Her lips were addicting. He'd spent years wondering what they felt like and now he had them to himself.

Leila pulled away slowly, her smile never faltering as she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. Her eyes examined his face, every line, every section, looking for any sort of cut or bruise but upon not finding any, her body eased up. His arm wrapped around her, as his fingers twirled through her hair.

"You hungry babe? We could get some breakfast."

His lips curled into a smirk as his hand ran down her body, fingertips grazing between her thighs. "I got all i can eat right here."

"Jax!" She laughed, tapping his chest lightly, "Lets go get breakfast, we have all the time in the world for that."

"Fine, let's go get some breakfast, babe."

She nodded, getting up slowly and making her way towards the bathroom. His eyes roamed her body. The way her hips swayed as she walked. The contrast of her tan skin to her white silk shorts and tank. The way her long blonde hair, hung low in messy waves. It was the most beautiful view. He'd seen it before, early mornings, but each time he'd appreciate it more than the last. She was his, despite everything she'd found out about him. He had the most beautiful woman in the world. All to himself. It wasn't anything he would take for granted.

He threw on a pair of clean jeans and a blue flannel, sweeping his long hair back behind his ears before taking a cigarette out of the pocket of his cut and walked out onto the balcony to smoke. The pressed his lips around the stick while he took in the scenery. The courtyard of the hotel had a fresh cut lawn, bushes of flowers placed around. He could see the ocean from their suite. The sound of waves crashing along the waterfront as kids and families played in the sand. It was peaceful. Just what he wanted. Although, aside from getting food, he hoped most of their time would be spent inside.

Small arms wrapped around him from behind, before he felt soft flutters of kisses along his back. Jax turned, wrapping his arms around Leila's neck before lowering his head to kiss her lips. She'd done her hair and makeup, but only lightly, leaving it as natural as possible just how he liked it.

"You look beautiful babe, ready to go?"

"Definitely. " she nodded."I'm so hungry!"

"I mean, like I said, I could give you something to eat right here."

He smirked suggestively, taking her small hand placing it into the front of his jeans to cover his groin. Her cheeks turned red in a blush but her eyes screamed in excitement. Her coyness was the biggest turn on. So innocent in the eyes of the public but a goddess in the bedroom. His breath hitched as she wrapped her hand around the hardening member before biting her lip playfully and pulling her hand away to grab her purse and wait for him to regain himself at the door.


The restaurant was quiet. Different from the diners in Charming. This place was high class. Two floors and Leila preferred the balcony seating overlooking the water. He could see the differences in their lives in moments like this. She was clearly comfortable in expensive places where people waited on you hand and foot just because you were rich enough to be in there. She didn't seem to notice though. Didn't seem to care that she was with someone who didn't deserve her. She seemed happy and that's all that mattered.

Looking down at the menu, Jax scrunched his face at all the different names of the food. All he wanted was some eggs and bacon, what the hell was all this? Leila must have sensed his confusion when her giggle caught his attention. Her eyes adoring on his stumped face. She smiled and folded her arms across her chest, leaning onto the table closer to him.

"Can't decide what you want?"

"What the hell is an Omelette a la Greque?"

She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "What is it you want babe?"

"Just some eggs, toast, and bacon."

"Then just order eggs, toast and bacon."

"Do they have that? This whole menu is in a different language."

"They'll make anything you tell them to make."

She smiled again, leaning back in her seat as she overlooked the menu again. Jax smirked big, closing the menu and leaning back in his seat. Anything he wanted? This could work for him.

"I could get used to this."

"Well you should. You deserve it baby."

He laughed, and shrugged his shoulders. "Can't say that i do, but I'm glad you think so."

They put in their orders once the waiter came and Jax handed him the menus, noticing him looking at Leila a little too closely. He raised his eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat to catch the guys attention. The waiter caught Jax's eyes before lowering his to the ground and heading back down the stairs.

Leila who had noticed the entire interaction, laughed lightly under her breath causing Jax to ease slightly . Clearly she was amused by this but back home if anyone was caught staring at his old lady, the club would have something to say about it. He watched her turn her gaze to look out at the water. Short wisps of hair blowing against her face as the ocean breeze hit them. He smiled to himself, knowing she had no interest in anyone else. Was his jealousy getting the best of him?

He felt inferior when he was with her. Knowing all the men that would be better matches for her. He knew these rich girls had a thing for bad boys. He prided himself on how many LA types he'd fucked, but with Leila - he cared about what she deserved. He wanted to be better for her. To be that man she didn't need to sneak around with. To be someone she could proudly walk hand in hand with down the street or take to these appearances.

"Hey."

Her voice was heard, breaking him of the thoughts that kept echoing in the back of his mind. His eyes lifted to meet hers and her smile always seemed to erase all doubt. Knowing that her smile was for him and him alone, brought a sense of peace to him.

"This weekend isn't about you overthinking."

She smirked, leaning forward against the table, closing some distance between them. Her fingertips ran up his arm, brushing it gently. Goosebumps started to form along the trail of her touch.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked, biting the corner of his lower lip. "What is it about then?"

Leila opened her mouth to speak when the waiter came back with a few others to bring them their plates and juice. She looked up at the waiter with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you Ms. Heaton." He smiled back excitedly.

Her eyes widened, but only momentarily before smiling at him and lowering her gaze to her food. This guy knew her. Shit. This was not supposed to happen. The last thing she needed was to be recognized. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes lifted to meet Jax's worried gaze. His hand reached across the table for her own. The feel of his touch bringing down her panic.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." She nodded weakly. " I just wasn't expecting anyone here to recognize me."

"It's alright, babe. Just try to enjoy yourself this weekend. You've been stressed enough."

"Speaking of - where were you last night?"

Her eyes locked on his and he took a deep breath, shrugging his shoulders. "Had some club business to take care of with the Mayans."

"Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah babe, everything's good. But no club talk. Just me, you, and an empty hotel room."

She laughed lightly biting her bottom lip. Just him, her, and an empty hotel room. Sounded exactly like the vacation they needed.