Hey guys, I think my writer's block is almost gone! Enjoy, and as always let me know what you think!

It has been about a month now. Jax and I have found a great house right outside the city. We have the perfect view of the famous bridge from our bedroom window.

This past month is what I can call perfect. Shayna likes her new school, and is finally doing what I know she is capable of.

Jax got a job as a mechanic at this place called Frank's. He really loves it, and always has a story to share when he makes it home.

My babies, Abel and Gracie were growing quickly. Abel was crawling and has even tried to take his first few steps. I'm finally able to see who Gracie looks like. She has my brown eyes, but Jax's nose and smile, and she had olive skin tone. She looked like her father the most. Whenever he wasn't home yet and I looked at her, my heart would have this dull ache, yearning for him to be standing in front of me at that moment.

Me. What can I say about me? Well, I got my old job back at the firm. I would work eight to five, five days a week. It had great benefits too. There was a day care for Abel and Gracie, and they covered me with medical and dental. Having a family that grew rapidly in a short amount of time, I needed all I can get. The cuts on my face fully healed, but my burns were still visible. I used to be so self conscious about them. But, since I have taken physical therapy, I learned to accept them. They don't define me. My personality does.

I was cleaning up the dinner table when Jax walked in, filthy from head to toe letting out a heavy sigh.

"Hey baby. Have a seat. I'll heat you up some food."

He came over to me, and kissed me.

"It's okay, Jules, I can make it."

"Babe, you worked double shifts. Let me take care of you for once."

He nodded and sat down at the table.

"Where are the kids?"

"Shayna is at a sleepover, and Abel and Gracie went down after they ate."

Jax ran a dirty hand through his short hair, his eyes following his wife as she prepared him a plate of food. She was wearing a light blue tanktop paired with dark blue jeans and her hair fallen freely. She wasn't uncomfortable in her skin anymore. The thought made Jax smile.

I turned around and put his food on the table.

"Why are you staring at me like that?, " I asked rubbing the top of his back.

"No reason. Just admiring the view."

I hit his shoulder playfully, and he caught my arm,pulling me onto him, my body now straddling him on the wooden chair.

"No Jax. you're filthy! "

"I know."

He placed a hand on the back of my head, making melt into the kiss. The dirt and engine grease on his hands started rubbing onto my clothes and skin, causing my skin to create goosebumps. His hands moved down my body and he grabbed my ass, automatically making me giggle. He moved his mouth down to my chest, placing light kisses against it. He lightly trailed his mouth an toungue up my neck to under my jawline. My fingers entangled into his hair, making his mouth let out a throaty moan. He didn' t know why, but whenever she did that to his hair, it would be like a fucking aphrodisiac. I pulled away when I needed some air.

"You need a shower. You smell."

"As long as you wash my back."

"Deal."

Jax stood up out of the chair with me in his arms. He backed up too far and knocked over the chair. I let out a small screech and we both hesitated, waiting to hear a cry from either one or both of the kids.

Nothing.

We both laughed and he continued his way to the bathroom.

Gemma sat in a local bar, trying to drink her pain away.

What if her son and his family are really dead?

Everyone she has come across said they seen them before they went missing and they were fine.

Mayans? Niners? A brand new crew? The possibilities were endless.

Shayna's high school said she left at a normal time that day with Julia picking her up.

Everything was falling apart.

Her and Clay barely spoke to each other.

The only family that she had was a glass of alcohol,

Unser was the only cop who continued to give a shit. All the others gave up, and figured the worst had already occured. She took another sip of her whiskey, letting it burn in the back of her throat. Her cellphone started to ring.

It was Juice.

"Yeah?"

"Hi Gemma, I'm sorry to bother you, but I found the number of Julia's old boss in New York to see if he has heard from her.

"And? What did you find out?"

"Your son and his wife are very alive."

Gemma's eyes widened and she nearly dropped the glass on the counter.

"What?"

"Yeah, her boss said they jusr bought a house outside the city."

"Get the address and book us some tickets Looks like we are heading to New York."

Sorry guys I know this one is a short one, but I promise the next chapter will indeed be longer!