"Way to go, Delia!"

The little girl hopped around the field, her teammates celebrating with her after scoring their first goal of the game.

I could feel the glares of the other parents, even catching onto their whispers. I already knew that they felt as if I didn't belong there. They didn't like the fact that my daughter was on their children's team and the fact that she was actually good at the sport. The whispers and finger pointing really escaladed when either Gemma or Jax showed up to the games. Their attention was more focused on those two rather than their own kids out on the field.

"Way to go, baby!" Gemma exclaimed from beside me, Wyatt bouncing on her knee. "She's getting better and better each game."

I nodded my head. "Yeah, Jax was helping her practice the other night."

Gemma stayed silent for a moment, "Everything all right between you two? Jax's been at the clubhouse a lot lately."

I kept my focus on the field. It was obvious to the everyday person that things between Jax and I were not going so well. "Everything's fine, Gem." I answered.

Gemma was the last person I wanted to discuss Jax and I's relationship with. She would run to her son and tell him everything I said, and he would come home, and a fight would ensue.

"You sure?" She questioned again, removing her sunglasses. "I know how you two can be and Jax is going through a lot of shit right now."

Jax going through a lot of shit was his own fault. He was being reckless and going off the rails on anyone and everyone at this point. After Opie's death, Jax's whole persona changed. He was no longer the carefree, go with the flow kind of guy. He was all about revenge and whoever had to die needed to die then and now. He no longer thought things out. If you crossed him, you paid the consequences. Hell, I've even been on the receiving end of his anger here lately.

"Like I said-"I paused. "Everything between Jax and I are fine."

Before she could say anything else. Delia came running over, a wide smile plastered across her little face.

"Nana Gemma, did you see my shot!" Her little arms reaching out to give her a hug. "I got the winning goal, nana!"

I removed Wyatt from Gemma's grasp so she could give her granddaughter a hug. Gemma loved her grandchildren. She probably loved them more than her own children. When I found out I was pregnant with Delia, Gemma was over the moon. She of course wanted it to be a boy but was ecstatic when she found out the gender was a girl. When Jax was busy with the club, Gemma accompanied me to the doctors and even took me shopping for our new baby. She was in the delivery room that rainy night when Delia was born. Let's just say she was head over heels when she found out I was pregnant with Wyatt a couple years later. She finally got the grandson she had been waiting for. Her "heir to the Teller throne."

"Congratulations, Delia."

I looked up at the group of mothers that had surrounded us. "That was a lucky shot for a little girl such as yourself to make." The brunette mother, Hannah, spoke with a condescending smile. "You must have been practicing a lot."

"My daddy helped me." Delia spoke with pride. "He's been helping me all week." One of the mother's made a noise, my eyes instantly darting in her direction.

"Well, isn't that nice. I bet he's really sorry he couldn't be here today. Or any game for that matter." The other mothers started to chuckle as Delia's smile began to fall.

"Delia, why don't you go with Nana and help her get Wyatt into his car seat." I spoke, my eyes still locked on Hannah and her brood of desperate housewives. "Mommy will meet you guys in a minute."

Gemma picked up on my hint and removed Wyatt from my arms and started leading the kids to the car. I made sure that Delia was out of earshot before unleashing my anger.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Hannah's smirk remained on her face. "How fucking dare you speak to my child like that. What, you jealous because my kid won the game and all yours did was run around like a chicken with her head cut off?"

The other mothers stayed silent, leaving Hannah to speak for herself. "You kid doesn't belong on this team. She doesn't belong on any team in Charming."

"Oh yeah-" I questioned. "And why is that Hannah."

She stayed silent for a moment, "You're putting all of our kids in danger and I'll be dammed if I let my kid or somebody else's kid get hurt because of who you decided to have children with. Jackson Teller is a criminal and having his child on this soccer team is a hazard to everyone, especially the children."

"You know she's right, Chesney." Another mother spoke up.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. I had the same conversation with another mother when I enrolled Delia into daycare and a few months ago when Wyatt started preschool. Just because of who their father was and what he represented made it seem like my children were little monsters and the bad guys followed them everywhere they went. Granted, a prospect stayed close by the kid's schools when drama was going down, my children or anyone else's children have never been attacked.

"Don't fucking give me that bullshit line. Do you realize how fucking tired I am of you people and your judgmental glances and snide comments? Yeah, Jax has a criminal record and yeah, he may not be here to see his daughter score the winning shot, but I don't see the father of your children here either. Hell, I don't think I've ever seen any of them at a single game."

Hannah stayed silent for a moment, "Don't try to change the subject, Chesney. Jax Teller and his gang of criminals needs to get the hell out of Charming before the wrong person ends up getting hurt. If I were you, I would get my kids far away from this place and never look back."

She wasn't the first person to tell me that and she wouldn't be the last. I knew what keeping my kids and myself in Charming was gonna do. I knew of the hazard that would come of their futures, especially Wyatt's when he got of age. I wasn't a fucking idiot. I watched Jax fall down the rabbit hole that Clay created and Jax helped dig a little deeper each day. It was a fucking trench at this point and each member was falling in one by one, my husband standing at the top, pushing everyone in.

"Go fuck yourself, Hannah."

I walked away from the group, tears forming behind my shielded eyes. I mentally kicked myself for crying. Why the fuck was I crying? I was crying because she was right, and I fucking knew it. I knew that my husband was not only a danger to those in the town, but he was the biggest danger to me and his children. I didn't care if I got hurt but my world would crumble to pieces if Wyatt or Delia were hurt. Jax Teller wouldn't have to worry about some rival gang at that point. That would be the least of his worry…

I loaded the final dish from dinner in the dishwasher when the sound of Jax's bike pulled into the driveway. 11:23pm shined brightly from the microwave. I enjoyed the last moments of silent before Jax's heavy hand opened the backdoor. I watched as he tiredly placed his keys on the shelf, removing his white sneakers in the process. He ran his hand through his short hair as he turned around, connecting his bloodshot eyes with mine.

"You're late." I spoke, taking a sip of wine. "What's the excuse this time?"

He stayed silent, choosing to walk over to the fridge to search for leftovers. "The kids ate the rest of the pizza. I didn't make anything for dinner." A sigh escaped from his lips. "Who knows if you were gonna be home tonight and I didn't want to spend all my time cooking when I've been doing everything else today."

I don't know if it was the wine or Hannah's words that were still vibrating in my head, but I fucking felt like picking a fight. I wanted to get him pissed off. I wanted him to storm out of the house, get back on his bike, and ride his stubborn ass back to the clubhouse. I already knew he wouldn't be alone.

I jumped in shock when the refrigerator door slammed shut, Jax's back still facing me. He still remained silent, his grip on the handle causing his knuckles to turn white.

"You're gonna wake the kids up." I poked. "Not like you deal with them anyway."

I removed myself from counter's edge, finishing off the rest of my wine, before heading towards the bedroom. Jax was still planted in the same spot, her head hanging low. I felt a sense of pride, maybe foolish pride as I removed my shirt and pants, reaching for my pajamas. Before I could unclasp my bra, the bedroom door slammed shut, Jax's tall figure stalking right towards me.

"What the fuck is your problem!" His voice dark and loud.

"You're my fucking problem, asshole." I yelled back. "You think that you're all high and fucking mighty, dealing with your club shit and being the president that's gonna send Charming to the pits of fucking hell!"

We were standing toe to toe at this point. "Do you know what I have to deal with and the comments that my fucking kids have to hear because of who their father is? Do you think I like having to explain these complicated things to my young daughter? Do you think I enjoy having to look over my fucking shoulder every five minutes when I'm out with our children? I don't like having the feeling that in any moment we could be kidnapped, beat, or even killed because you pissed someone off! I'm tired of this fucking life, Jackson!"

He stayed silent, his chest rising and falling quickly. "And let's talk about our fucking marriage since we're on the subject of family-" I exclaimed. "I just love going to bed knowing that my husband, who I dedicated my life too, is back at the fucking clubhouse boning some whore who doesn't love or even give a shit about you. She's just there so she can tell her other whore friends that she fucked Jax Teller! I can't begin to tell you how many times I've heard that in the 10 years that we've been married. And when you do decide to come home, which is a rare occasion nowadays, you're either pissed off or too tired to talk."

"You done?" His voice like gravel. "Because I'm done listening to you scream like a fucking mad woman."

I decided not to say anything else. I stepped away from him, shaking my head in annoyance, continuing to get ready for bed. I unclasped my bra, throwing it to the side as I searched for my top.

"Looking for something?" Jax asked.

I ignored him at first, removing the covers to find Jax's shirt I always wore to bed. I tore back the covers on the bed, not realizing that Jax had moved from his spot near the door to stand right behind me. I turned around, walking right into his hard chest. The air between us was already hostile, me standing without a top on and only my underwear on was not helping the situation.

My body began to shiver as his fingertips lightly danced on my side, slowly moving towards my breast. Everything that I had just yelled about was flying out the window. This was his tactic. He knew that he could use sex and the use of his hands to square away any argument. How do you think Delia and Wyatt were conceived? That was his way of trying to get off the hook. He knew that I was a gluten for his touch. I was fucking desperate for it.