AUTHOR'S NOTE: Woo-hoo. Another chapter. It's a short one, but I'm doing this things where I write one chapter (for those who don't know I'm in the early stages of S4. I've been a slow writer lately) and post a new chapter. So here you go. We're reaching the tail end of season one. I'm ready to be in season 2 now, as if you guys didn't know. Season 2 is my favorite season of the show and most of my story inspiration stems from that season. But enough talking. I hope grammar and spelling errors aren't too distracting for you to enjoy this.

"Jax, wake up!"

His eyes pop open as he feels his body jostled and instantly panic fills his bones. He turns to look at Cheyenne and only finds her brimming with excitement. Jax furrows his brows and turns to look at the clock and finds that it is 7 o'clock in the morning.

"What the hell, Chey?" He mutters as his head falls back on the pillows. He was tried, really fucking tired, considering he didn't get home late dealing with Cherry and Luann. Right now all he wanted to do was sleep, sleep, and sleep.

He didn't have any pressing matters to deal with as the club had to wait to see if Luann was able to get to Otto. He was slightly annoyed with Cherry. Considering she was practically Half Sack's old lady, the fact she could break to the point of ratting was making him rethink if One Nut would get his top rocker.

And for once, he was getting a peaceful sleep. He wasn't having dreams dealing with the club, his father, or even his kid. It was just a blank sleep. Something he wanted deeply. But it seems Cheyenne had other plans for him. As she found her way on top of him as she straddle his waist.

"Chey, if this doesn't end the way I think it is, please let me sleep." He grumbles with closed eyes.

But all she does is wiggle on top of him, which doesn't help his morning wood. He grips her hips to stop the movement and he opens one eye up at her.

"Don't worry, I'll suck your dick," she tells him with a smile not at all deterred by his mood.

He sighs and decides to appease her and to see what has gotten her this excited this early in the morning. "What is it, babe?"

"Abel will be coming out of the incubator today!" She practically screams. "So you need to keep your schedule all clear."

Any sleep vanishes from his system as a wide smile over takes his features. Cheyenne tackles him back to the bed and he is left with a burning kiss to his lips as he feels her hands slip between him and into his boxers.

. . .

Settling back up into Jax's arm, he waits a minute to catch his breath before he relies to her some recent things happening in the club. Cheyenne frowns as Jax explains to her why he was out late last night. Apparently Stahl approaching all the women was a scare tactic, but it had apparently worked when it came to Cherry and Otto. Cherry's real name wasn't even Cherry, but Rita who was wanted for arson and grand theft. Otto was having Luann leveraged against him unwillingly.

"Seems Stahl is quite resourceful though." Cheyenne says seriously. "And a little bit desperate."

Jax nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, but she doesn't have shit on us."

"Jax, if those words are supposed to comfort me they don't." She tells him bluntly with a slight edge in her voice.

He frowns at her. "We do the time, it's what we do."

The brunette leans away from him. "I get that, Jax, but you get caught with something it's going to hurt our little boy."

"It's not like I look forward to jail time," he drawls out.

"I know and I'm not trying to start anything. I just…I know what it's like to be raised without a Dad, Jax."

"Being in jail is different from being a dead junkie." He points out a bit harshly.

"My dad is only dead because of Clay," she bites out. Jax tenses from beneath her. "Jax, I'm not trying to start a fight." If anything she would think after a blow job he wouldn't be this tense.

"Then what the fuck is this conversation Chey?"

"Donna's thinking about leaving Ope," she tells him bluntly.

Jax freezes as he looks at her. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Cheyenne sighs as she runs her hands through her hair. "Donna came to talk to me after Stahl questioned her. She's not happy, Jax." She tells him even though she had opened her mouth to much about what Donna said to her, she wasn't going to tell him everything.

"Well no shit. It's not like she's making things easier for Ope."

Cheyenne bristles at that thought. There could be blame on both sides, but she wouldn't put the fault on Donna.

"What you tell her?" Jax asks.

Cheyenne moves away from Jax, but before she can move off the bed, he grabs her. "What did you say, Chey?"

"It's not club business, Jax," she tells him.

Jax is taken back by her answer and a cruel smirk comes across his face. "What business is it?"

Cheyenne shakes her head. "You wouldn't be able to understand Jax."

"Understand what?"

"What is means to be a mother," she tells him. "How maternal instinct and betrayal intertwine."

. . .

Cheyenne's a little put off by how her morning with Jax went. She's honestly confused as to where the conversation sprung out of. She can tell he is a little bothered by it, but it doesn't stop him from asking her to head up to the cabin with him to check on Cameron Hayes.

He insists on her riding on his bike as his mom can take her back. She decides against arguing against it.

Reaching the cabin, she finds Gemma waiting along with Happy and Half Sack although she is informed that he is in the back busy with Cherry.

She finds Cameron laying on the couch and tends to his healing gunshot wound. Jax and Gemma hover over her.

Jax moves his gaze from Cameron to his mom.

His still perturbed by how his and Chey's morning went, but it doesn't distract from the fact he will finally be able to hold his son tonight.

"Abel's getting out of the toaster today," he tells his mom.

Her eyes that were watching Cheyenne work intently flies over to his. A bright smile overtakes her feature. "Really?"

Jax nods his head.

"We're just waiting on Dr. Namid's call. He's in surgery for most of the day," Cheyenne adds and she begins covering the wound with a dry bandage.

"You have a son?" Cameron asks.

Cheyenne looks at him while Jax looks down at the Irishman. "Yeah, he's almost two months." Jax tells him.

"I have a son, myself. Boys are wicked lee lads," Cameron tells them.

"I think that says more about the fathers," Cheyenne pipes up causing the Irishman to chuckle.

"You could say that. You have a gentle touch." Cameron says.

"Takes years of practice," Cheyenne replies as she pulls off her gloves. "Try not to move around too much. But everything looks good."

"Cheyenne!"

As soon as she stands she finds herself brought into a big hug by Cherry. Cheyenne smiles and she finds herself a little sad that the girl is leaving for Ireland.

"I'm going to miss you," Cherry tells her and Cheyenne hears Jax snort from behind her. She doesn't hide her glare from him.

"Maybe when the heat dies down you can find your way back here to Kip.".

"I'm not going to do that to him." Cherry informs her sadly. "Don't want him missing out on finding another old lady that can help him."

"I'm sure he won't forget about you." Cheyenne assures her.

Cherry smiles at her, but she can tell the young woman is trying hard not to smile.

. . .

After following the cargo truck carrying Cameron and Cherry, Jax makes his way back to the clubhouse where he finds his mom in the office.

"Hey, baby," she greets as he steps in and takes a seat on the couch. "Excited for tonight?"

"Yeah. A little nervous." He admits. Even with Cheyenne pregnant and being there every step of the way, fatherhood was always abstract to him.

It wasn't real until he has seen his baby boy tiny and screaming before they whisked him away that he was responsible for this kid.

His son was his legacy. Just like he was his father and he didn't want his son inheriting any of this shit he had. And after his talk with Cheyenne in the morning, he knows that she was right. What he does only hurts their kid. There wasn't any guarantee that Abel would follow him into this life. He knows Cheyenne wasn't going to groom him like his mother did and he knows he isn't going to force his child into something he may not want. Sure, he would love to pass this club down to his own son, but not this club. If he could change it into something he was proud of then maybe.

"You and Cheyenne seem to be going good." His mom says. "Look happy."

Jax raises one eyebrow at his mom. "I sense a but."

"No buts. I just want you to be happy. I'm glad you found an old lady along the way." She says. "She is your old lady, right?"

Jax sighs as he searches for a cigarette. "We haven't talked about it."

"A house, a baby, I thought it would be pretty clear that is where that was heading." His mom points out.

"I think we had more things to worry about then me slapping my crow on her."

"You know it's more than the crow."

"What are you getting at, Ma?"

"If she loves you Jax, she'll learn to love the club."

. . .

"You nervous?"

Jax looks over at Lip while they wait at the hospital. St. Thomas had called and gave them a thirty minute wait period before Dr. Namid would be done to get Abel out of the incubator.

Cheyenne, his mom, Fawn, and Isla were inside while he and Lip decided to go outside for a smoke break. Really it was for Jax to catch his goddamn breathe.

"A little," he tells Lip, who only snorts.

"That's a goddamn lie." Lip counters. "When Nina was pregnant with Isla, I was a goddamn mess. Especially when I found out Isla was a girl."

Jax nods his head as he remembers how Lip was petrified and a worry wart when it was revealed that Nina was pregnant with a girl.

"So I guess I'm lucky I have a boy, huh?"

"And you didn't have to deal with a junkie being the mom." Lip points out. "But fatherhood is the greatest thing that can happen to you, Jax."

"Is this a pep talk?" Jax inquires.

"Maybe. I just know you are pushing for change," Lip starts. "I know Abel is probably a big factor behind it among other things. Just be careful, Jax. But know I'll back you as it would nice to grow old, watch Isla walk down the aisle, and give me some grandchildren."

"You'll have to allow her to date first," Jax drawls.

Lip chuckles and the sliding doors open and Isla comes out with a smile on her face. "They're ready."

. . .

Jax takes his place next to Cheyenne, who immediately latches on to his hand with hers. Jax wraps his arm around her shoulders as he brings her into his side and presses a kiss to her head. Cheyenne's arms wrap around his waist in response as she looks up at him with a blinding smile. He goes to place a sweet kiss on her lips but all of their attention is diverted to the soft gurgling of Abel, who is being carried in by Dr. Namid. Cheyenne immediately goes and reaches for their son causing all of them to smile at her impatience.

"You have a beautiful son." Dr. Namid says as he transferred the bundle over.

Cheyenne makes sure Abel is content in her arms as he immediately latches on to some of her long hair, "Thanks."

As Dr. Namid exits the room, Lip nudges Gemma and Fawn with Isla to leave and give the new family a moment to themselves.

Cheyenne wipes more tears that are leaking from her eyes realizing she is hogging their son, "Oh god Jax. I'm sorry."

Jax realizes Cheyenne is actually talking to him and tears his eyes away from the sight of Abel in his mother's arms, "No, hold him for as long as you want. I can wait a few more minutes."

"Don't be ridiculous. Sit down in the rocker." Cheyenne insists.

"Why?"

"Because I am afraid you are going to drop him." She says with no preamble. "Now sit."

Jax does as he is told and sits down opening his arms to accept his son, he watches as Cheyenne gives Abel a kiss on his forehead before gingerly transferring their little boy to him. Jax would actually admit tears were lining his eyes.

Looking at his baby boy, he cannot help but have a cheesy grin on his face as his takes in his sons little fingers, his chubby cheeks, and the blue eyes that were the exact same shade as his, but were outlined with grey rims. "He is beautiful Chey."

"I know he looks like you though blonde hair and all. It was like I didn't even carry him." She says as her heart melts at the scene of her baby's father holding his son for the first time.

"Well maybe the next one will sprout some brown hair." Jax says without thinking, "Shit-"

"It's fine Jax, but you are going to need to work on your mouth. No swearing around the kid."

They both stew in a comfortable silence committing this scene, this moment, into their memory.

Jax sees Cheyenne still standing offers his chair, "Here take the kid and sit in the rocker."

"No Jax it is fine. There is an extra chair."

Ignoring her protest Jax gets up from the chair to hand Abel back to her, who immediately starts cooing excitedly at seeing his mom's face, "I think the kid likes you more than me."

Cheyenne cradles her baby in her arms as she makes silly faces. Jax thinks she was born to be a mother, "That is because I am mommy."

Jax smiles at the obvious joy in Cheyenne's eyes and the sight of her and his son, "A mommy's boy in the making."

Cheyenne looks at Jax and raises her eyebrows at him, "Like you aren't."

"Which mommy are we referring too?"

Cheyenne only smiles in response before he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips. It's on the tip of his tongue to tell her those four letters words, but for some reason he can't.

But Cheyenne responds with a kiss of her own and he thinks that he doesn't need too.