"Awesome! Daddy, you're like Frankenstein!," Abel exclaimed with excitement as his dad showed him the staples that was currently taken up residence by his hairline.

"It is pretty cool, isn't it? It'll probably leave a scar," Jax moved his head straight, feeling a little dizzy from moving it too fast.

"A scar?"

"Oh yeah. That's how I got your mom. Chicks love scars, Abel," Jax winked at me.

Abel turned his head and looked at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we do. But I don't need you hurting yourself on purpose to get yourself some scars, okay?"

"Okay."

"Chicks love artists too. "

Gemma came back into the room after talking to the doctor that was taking care of Jax.

"The doctor insists you stay the night just for precautions. Alaina, you can stay here with him. I'll watch my grandbabies for the night."

"Are you sure? "

"Yeah. You ready to get some dinner, buddy?", Gemma asked Abel.

Abel nodded, and gave both Jax and I a kiss on the cheek.

"Be good, Abel."

"I'm always good, mommy."

I went over to the stroller, and kissed Sophia and Michael as gently as possible.

"That goes for you two, also," I whispered to my sleeping angels.

Abel grabbed his bookbag by the small handle located at the top, following his grandmother out of the room.

Jax sat up in the hospital bed, trying to adjust the arm sling he had to wear for the next six to ten weeks.

"I can't believe I fucking broke my arm. You never realize how much you need your arms until you break one."

I smiled, and joined him on his hospital bed.

" You gonna take care of me? Help me shower, get dressed, get undressed ..," he began to kiss his way up my neck until he reached underneath my chin, causing me to let out a soft moan.

"I'll be the best caretaker ever."

"You'll be the hottest one too."

"Stop flirting with me, stud. I have to abstain from sex for my body to heal. You talking like that is tugging at my self control."

He smiled, and pulled me into his chest with his unharmed arm, kissing the top of my head.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do if this accident took you away from our kids, from me."

His hand played with my hair as I sobbed on his chest. My tears stained his white shirt.

"Hey, hey look at me darlin'."

"But, it didn't. The universe is decided to give me another shot. It knows I still have a lot of shit I want to do still. Like make you my wife."

My eyes found his, and I gave him a light peck on his lips.

Chibs and the rest of the club left Sam's home address with frustration riddling their bones.

He was not there nor was he working.

"We should split up. Half of us at the station. The rest of us will stay here. All his shit is still here. He's going to come home eventually," Chibs threw his leg over his bike, lighting a cigarette.

"Okay Vp, where do you want us?", Bobby asked.

"You, me, and Hap will stay here. Half Sack, Tig, and Phil will watch the station."

It was close to nine now.

I was able to stay past visiting hours due to hiding in the bathroom while the nurses did their rounds.

The off white blinds that hung in front of the hospital window let the quarter moon peak its way into the room, lighting the room with a dim light.

Jax was snoring lightly next to me with his good arm draped around my waist.

With my hand, I lifted it slowly so I wouldn't break him from his sleep.

As I sat up in the hospital bed and my feet touched the floor, I felt a hand on my back.

"Where are you headed, babe?", he asked with his eyes still closed.

"I'm just going to get a soda from one of the vending machines. Do you want anything?"

"No, I'm good."

I stood to my feet, and kissed his temple. I picked up my purse, and headed out of the hospital room.

Doing my best not to draw attention to myself, I quickly made my way to the elevators.

I know where Sam is.

If he wasn't at home or work, he would be at the local strip club with a few other cops from the station.

I didn't tell the club because I felt like this was my fight.

Jax was in the hospital because of Sam's dangerous attraction to me.

Seeing what Sam did today proved to me he would go to any lengths to get Jax out of the picture.

I have a feeling he won't stop until he was.

Once I finally made it to my car, I opened my purse to make sure my gun was inside along with my badge.

I placed my purse on the passenger seat and drove to The Pink Flamingo.

I rolled to a stop, parking my car across the street.

Just looking at the outside of the strip club made me feel incredibly sleazy.

My cellphone rang, shattering my train of thought.

I pulled my cellphone out of my purse, looking at the caller id first.

It was James, one of the newest cops to start working at the station.

"Hey, James. What did you find?"

"Everything with Sam checked out. Except, this threw up a red flag for me."

"What?"

"While he was in Arizona, the woman he fell in love with got married."

"How is that a red flag? He told me about that."

"Did he tell you she's been missing for two years now?"

"The husband... did he.."

"He was working at one of the resturants he owns. Real solid alibi."

"Thanks for the help, James. "

"You're welcome."

I hung up as I opened my car door.

I approached the bouncer outside with confidence.

"You a dancer, sweetheart?", he asked, biting his bottom lip as his eyes trailed over my body.

"Not exactly."

"That's a real shame cuz.."

Before I let him finish that sentence, I showed him my badge, and he stepped to the side, letting me into the club.

I narrowed my eyes, scanning the club for Sam.

He was at the bar, waiting on a few drinks for his friends who were sitting at the closest table by the stage.

"Hey Sam."

After taking a sip from one of the beers in front of him, Sam turned around, smiling at me like he didn't do a fucking thing.

"Alaina. What brings you here to my side of the woods?"

"Isn't it obvious? I came here to see you."

"Really? Jax finally let you off that short leash?"

"You can say that. I'm just want to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

I moved closer to him, running my hand over his chest.

"For denying about how I felt about you. You think you can forgive me? I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"He places the beers down that he was holding and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom.

What do you think will happen next, my readers?