Authors Note: I'm not raciest. The term "Mexi mother fuckers" is something I whole heartedly believe Jax would use. Please don't take offense.
Thanks Anne for being a great friend and Beta! Appreciate all you do!
As usual I don't own SOA or any part of it and I most definitely don't make any money from SOA. Kurt Sutter created these wonderful characters and I merely expand on them. Hope you all enjoy! ~A
I shut off the light and climb into bed next to Tara. The cast on my arm is making it hard to get comfortable and still cuddle with her. The doc said it was a simple break and should heal with no problem. I feel Tara scoot over to me and she lays her head on my chest.
"Jax?"
I answer. "Ya."
"I could have been killed."
And that's when I hear the crying start. I know there is nothing I can say to make her feel better. This is all my fault. If it weren't for me being SOA then she'd have never been in any danger. The only thing I can do is comfort her. I bring my hand up and place it around her neck rubbing softly.
"I'm so sorry, baby. We should have never left Charming. It was a stupid thought that with me being in this life we could get away from it all for even a few days."
She shakes her head.
"No it wasn't Jax. I know you did it for me, to do something special for me. If I hadn't decided to go out for ice last night after you passed out, they wouldn't have gotten me at all. I was stupid. I didn't think of the consequences."
Now it's my turn to shake my head no.
"No Tara. You can't blame yourself for something that happened to you because of MY club. So that's how they got you? I was wondering. I couldn't figure it out. Those stupid fucking mexi mother fuckers!"
Tara actually laughs at that.
"Jax, how did we get here? I mean you and me? We met because of an apple. Fate. Maybe fate put me in line with those mexi mother fuckers as you call them."
I can hear the laughter in her voice when she says "mexi mother fuckers" and I can't help but laugh myself.
"Eh darlin. I don't believe in fate. I believe we make our own destiny. You're my destiny. I don't know what I'd have done if something would have happened to you. No fuck that. I do know what I'd have done. I'd have killed every one of those pieces of shit!"
Tara places a kiss on my chest.
"My big bad biker hero. I love you, Jackson Teller. I always will."
That's when my resolve breaks and I just have to have her. I have to be inside her, feel her, be as close as possible to her. I crush my lips down on hers moving my hand up into her hair. Reaching with my other hand...
"Son of a bitch. This fucking cast."
Tara laughs.
"Let me do this baby. Let me love you."
And then she does, numerous times until we are both so exhausted that the only thing we can think of is sleep. She's lying on top of me almost passed out. Right at this moment, I'm in heaven. I brush her hair from her cheek and give her a light kiss. She murmurs something that sounds like "I love you Jax" and smiles and is out cold asleep. I should sleep, I know, but being here with her and watching her sleep is more important. She's everything to me. I know people say that the young don't know what they are talking about when it comes to love but how could this feeling I have be anything other than the real, true love that lasts a life time. I can't imagine a life without her in it.
My mind starts whirling. I see a house with a white picket fence, 2 kids, my SAMCRO brothers who my kids call uncles. It's all there and at the center of it all is her. That picture is the last one in my mind as I drift off to sleep. Tara and our boys. Yes, boys. They have to be. There is a SAMCRO legacy to fulfill and girls well, that just can't be.
We wake up in the morning to banging on the door. I scramble up grabbing my boxers and jeans off the floor.
"Who is it?" I shout before pulling the bolt free.
"Clay. Now get off that pussy and get dressed. We gotta head home."
I pull the door open and he's standing there with a smirk.
"Someone looks rode hard and put away wet."
I laugh.
"Ya somethin like that."
He asks me how I plan on getting home since I can't ride. He knew the truth even when I wouldn't admit it to myself.
"Well, I uh hadn't really thought about it. Been a little busy, ya know." I say with a grin.
He laughs "I called the prospects last night. Had them bring the van down. They got here this morning. They will ride you and Op's bikes back and you guys can take the van. More comfortable for the girls that way."
I nod.
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
He turns to leave.
"Get moving. We got shit to do back home. This Vegas adventure is over. No more BS. Time to get on the road."
I close the door and hear Tara climb out of bed behind me. Before she can get too far, I tackle her back onto the bed. She's laughing and squealing. I'm holding her arms down and kissing her, or trying. She's squirming around like a worm.
"Let me go, Jax! We have to get going. I'm not going to have the wrath of Clay come down on me because you can't keep your mitts off."
I shoot her the smile I know she loves.
"Are you sure darlin? We could repeat last night. I know I wouldn't mind."
She laughs. "Nothin I'd love more, but someone in this relationship has to think of something other than sex and right now I'm thinking about food. Let me up! I'm starving and I want to go home!"
I feign sadness with a pout and roll off her. I guess this little vacation away has come to an end. Time to get moving. We pack up what little we brought with us and head downstairs. Op and Donna beat us down and they already ordered our breakfast for us. Best friends. Can't help but love em. We make quick work of the food since we, well you know, used all our energy on more pleasurable things and head out front where all the guys are waiting. Op and I hand our keys over to the prospects with a warning about how they'd better treat our bikes on the way home and climb into the van. I'm letting Op drive. I figure he doesn't have a broken arm like I do. He should drive.
"So you going to use that arm as an excuse for everything you don't want to do once we get home?"
I nod.
"I'm thinking about it. I can't wrench with one arm so I can't work. Yup that's what I'm gonna tell Clay."
Op turns around looking at me with a grin. "You'd do that too. Leave me to the wolves in the shop alone. Thanks man. Thanks."
I laugh. "Just pay the fuck attention to where you're driving and let me think about all the excuses I'm going to make up."
And that's how this road trip ends. We make our way back to charming laughing and joking the whole way back home. I can't help but sit back and take in the interactions of my three best friends. Life. We live it. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but it's ours and no one, even mexi mother fuckers can take that away.
