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Mo Astor Chapter 36

Jax

It's been a long time since it was just me and my baby sister. I'm looking forward to the one-on-one, though I'd never admit it out loud. She's been my rock through some hard times.

I imagine she'd say the same for me. When life around you is constantly shifting, you look to each other to remain stable. That's something most don't understand. That bond you have with someone who holds you down through all the bullshit is lifelong. It doesn't break when you do jail time, have a difference of opinions, or get busy with life. So yeah, I guess civilians right, we ain't like them.

"Morning," I call as I walk into the house and disarm and reset the alarm.

"You're making me regret giving you a key." I follow her voice into the kitchen.

"You love it when I visit," I retort.

"Did you tell the incubator I'm coming with you?" She asks cutting straight to the point.

I snicker. "Believe it or not, she prefers you." Journee scowls.

"Proves how fucking stupid she is," she mutters.

"Jesus, Baby J. hold a grudge much?"

"Pot meet kettle. Mr. Let's measure our dicks with Kick." She finishes rinsing off her dishes, and piles them into the dishwasher.

"That was setting boundaries."

"Riiight. Whatever you need to help you sleep at night. At least I own my crazy ass tendencies." She pouts.

"'Cause that's better?" I lean against the counter beside her.

"Oh, yeah bro. Always best to know yourself." She winks

"You're full of shit."

"Guess that's why my eyes are brown, huh? Wait that can't be true. Cause your eyes are sky blue, J."

"You're supposed to be coming along for moral support," I reminder her wryly.

"I am." She pats my cheek as we head out of her house towards my bike. "I'm breaking you down to build you up stronger."

"That's some fucked up Gemma logic." I mutter.

"She did raise us to be like her."

"You say that with a straight face and it becomes a scary story." She laughs.

"I know."

"Such a little shit." I'm smiling as I say it. Like a true little sister, no one can get away with more bullshit than her, and she knows it. It reminds me of the year she and Tommy were as thick as thieves. He was a lot like her in many ways—more soft spoken and thoughtful. As an only kid she had a crazy patience for him, reading him books, and letting him trail along beside her.

Part of me wondered if they'd have ended up together if things were different and she'd be a Teller for another reason. Especially with how things ended up for me and Lee.

I push the thought out of my mind. What if's did nothing but drive you crazy.

"So, what exactly did I agree to go to anyway?" she asks.

"Don't you think you should've asked that beforehand?" I tease.

She shakes her head. "You know I'm your ride or die."

"I do. Basic check-up, and then lunch. I get the feeling she's got some new man."

She whistles. "Damn that fast?"

"Hey. If it keeps her from dicking with me and Lee, and doesn't affect my boy, let her be happy."

"All kidding aside." She shuts the door to the dishwasher and turns to me. " I'm proud of you, big brother. You've come a long way."

My neck grows hot. "We both know Lee had a lot to do with that."

"Your, opening your eyes and seeing what was in front of you did that. You and Lee were always just a matter of when not if." She starts the wash cycle.

"So sure." I roll my eyes.

"I could see it. Over the years you got so close, but something always kept you from clicking." "Deep down I knew in order to keep her I'd have to get my shit together, and I wasn't ready to do that. So I stayed back 'cause fucking things up between us wasn't an option, you know?"

"Things came out the way they were meant to."

"You really think that?" I glance into her soft brown eyes, and she gives me that Madonna smile that makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. I can always be real with my sister because I know she's going to give me the truth. Wither I want it or not.

"I do." She reaches over and places her hand on mine. "You both had some work to do before you could commit to forever."

"You think I have it in me? Forever and kids and all that?" I ask cautiously. So far, I'm screwing up the baby thing with my first born. It's scary thinking of another person depending on me, let alone a child. It changes everything, and our life is unpredictable.

"You are your father's son. Is there even a doubt?"

"Naw." I lie, trying to fake it till I make it like I always do.

"Didn't think so. You're paying for lunch right? 'Cause I'm starving."

I laugh.

"You about to try to put a hurting on my wallet?" I hand her my spare helmet before climbing on my bike.

"Better than putting a hurting on your ex." She says with a shrug, clipping the helmet on.

I chuckle, pulling my helmet on.

"You have a valid point. Damn you are our mothers' child."

She blows a raspberry, before mounting my bike. Little sis knows since she's doing me a favor, she has the upper hand—and she's going to milk that shit for all it's worth. It's the Teller way.

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I'm pleasantly surprised and slightly bewildered by the manicured lawn and uncluttered space by the garage. The large black garbage cans are lined up neatly by the curb on the street.

Pulling into the driveway, I remove my helmet and pause to take in the freakish cleanliness it's lacked in prior visits. This is above and beyond the duties we assigned the prospect keeping tabs on Wendy's house.

"Well. This is different," Journee whispers.

"Yeah." I frown and turn to look over my shoulder.

"Maybe Ma sent over multiple prospects to tidy up."

"Nu-uh." Journee shakes her head.

"She said this was your mess to handle." I purse my lips. "Which means it's up to me to help you out with the pile of shit you've landed in." Journee sighs.

"I feel the love."

Journee shrugs. "I'm only speaking the truth big bro. You choose poorly for your first baby Mama. I told you how I felt about her long before you decided to give her your crow."

I scowl. "No need to rub it in."

"I'm just reminding you to listen to me. Sometimes I know things." She flicks my ear and climbs off the back of my bike gracefully.

"Let's get this torture session over, please."

"You think it's bad for you? I got eighteen years of this bare minimum."

Storing our helmets in my saddlebags, I wrap an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, be my buffer."

"I should let you go up in flames," She mutters.

"That's not sisterly," I say with a grin.

"Jaxass." She mutters.

We climb the steps, and the door swings open to reveal Wendy before we can even knock. My jaw drops at her appearance. I glance over to find Journee equally shocked.

She looks like a fucking Stepford wife in a pale-yellow sundress complete with a flared skirt and heels. Last time she dressed like this a waffle iron came flying at my head.

"Jackson. Cat got your tongue?" Wendy smirks.

Journee growls. "Aaaah, the little cocoa sidekick."

"You know it only takes nine months to bake a baby, and you've got what..." Journee taps a finger against her cheek. "Less than three months left?"

"Nice to know you can count," Wendy sneers.

This is a new woman in front of me. I'm glad that she's gotten the idea of us getting back together to be a family out of her head, but this one-eighty makes me uneasy.

I scan her body, and notice the thick strips of white medical tape over her entire right forearm.

They stand out against her nineteen-fifties get up.

"The fuck." I grab her arm. "What are you hiding?"

"Your mark. Which meant nothing." She spits, tugging her arm away.

"Let me see."

"Fuck you, Jackson."

Journee moves forward, blocking the doorframe with her body to keep me from dragging the smart-mouthed bitch out.

"I swear to God. If you're using again." My breath quickens, and my visions tints red as rage builds up inside me like an inferno about to blaze out of control.

"You can take it off on your own. Or I can make you," Journee says softly.

"One of these days, someone is going to put you in your fucking place. You don't even belong here," Wendy growls.

Journee climbs up another step, getting in her face.

"I know exactly who I am, where I belong, and where I'm wanted. You could never say the same, could you? Poor little lost girl, with loose legs begging to belong."

Wendy blinks and turns away. Her hands tremble as she unwraps the tape and thrusts her arm toward me. "Look your fill. You dick."

I peer down at the unmarred skin, and my knees nearly go weak with relief. "It better stay this way."

"I have someone to take care of me now, Jackson. I don't need your bullshit concerns."

"The minute you give birth to my baby you can do whatever the hell you want. Until that time, your business is mine."

"It's my baby too." Her tone makes me stand up straight.

"What was that Wendy?" My voice drops an octave. "Is the junkie with no job trying to tell me she thinks she's the better parent?"

"Inside." Journee whispers.

Of course, We always have to keep up appearances here in town." My mother's voice plays in my head.

The fresh scent of cleanser and scented candles greets me. The house has never looked this good.

Who turned her into June Cleaver? I search the place for clues. The laundry basket resting on the couch has t-shirts that are far too big for Wendy, and the black boxers are a dead giveaway.

I don't feel anything for her. I haven't for far longer than I care to admit. But I do worry about the company she's keeping with my boy still in her belly.

He's not a junkie. Shit's too put together for that.

"Going somewhere?" Journee asks, nodding toward the kitchen.

I spot the half-packed boxes and bare spaces on the counter.

"I don't want to stay in this house of lies." Her dark eyes burn into mine.

"And where do you plan on going?" I ask. She looks away.

"Do you really want us to have to find you?" Journee asks.

Wendy crosses her arms under her breasts, pulling the material tight around her waist.I take in the bulge that's grown over the past month.

"I'm just preparing."

"You're not supposed to be lifting heavy things right now."

"I have help," She snaps.

"You aren't the only person who'd ever want me." Her hands ball into fists. "If you can move on, so can I."

"No one is saying you can't, you crazy bitch. Calm the fuck down before you distress my godson. There's no reason for everyone to get all worked up. We get it. Wendy bagged herself a new man. Good for you. We're here to get our report on the baby, and we'll be gone. The quicker you update us, the sooner we'll be out of your hair." Journee holds her hands out like she's wrangling two high school kids about to fight.

Huffing, she stalks over to the large chair and sits down crossing her ankles, like some kind of proper lady. I'm in the fucking twilight zone. I lean forward with my arms on my knees, drinking up her reports. My boy is growing properly and healthy. It's more than I could've hoped for, considering how fast and hardcore we were living when she got knocked up.

We were both empty shells looking to fill up spaces neither of us could ever fit into.

It'd been fun for a while, but it had never been built to last. She wasn't even a consolation prize post-Tara tear down— Wendy was a pretty thing to warm my bed and play by the club rules without question. Now I'm paying for my poor choices.

"You satisfied?" Wendy asks. Journee looks at me, and I nod.

"For now." Journee nods her head, and we both rise.

"Same time next month, Case." Journee drawls. Such a little shit. Makes a brother proud.

She scowls as we leave.

"What. the fuck, Jax?" Journee whispers.

I shake my head. "Not sure, but if he keeps her shit together for the next 2 and half months, I don't much care."

Sitting down at the table in Hannah's, I wait for J to finish most of her meal before bringing up the main reason I wanted to go out to lunch after.

"All right Baby J, so…I gotta admit there's another reason I brought you along today." I begin, wiping my hands off with my napkin. She rolls her eyes playfully at me.
"Of course there is. So, which of my skill sets will you need for this favor? I've got a few spots saved in the woods for disposal and Hap gave me an amazing cleaner kit for my birthday."
She says with an excited grin and a bloodlust in her eyes. She is so her father's daughter.
I can't help but chuckle, shaking my head in Disbelief. By looking at her you'd never guess what she was capable of. But with her dad the Sergeant at Arms of Grim Bastards, and her mentor Happy Lowman…there's a side to her that I never want to get on the bad side of.
"Well I do need your skills, just not those ones." I say, taking a sip of my water.
She raises a curious eyebrow at me before smirking.

"Sorry bro, my other skills are only allowed to be enjoyed by my husband and my wifey. As kinky as my old man is, I don't think we're ready to swing just yet."

She teases with a wink and I damn near spit my sip out.
"Jesus J, not that either! Shit little sister, I've only just begun playing in Lee's pussy myself. No other dick is going to be poking around in her till it's been claimed to completion."
Her eyebrows shoot up."Already planning on making her your second baby mama?"
"Second and final. But not just yet. I just got her to say I love you to me. If I plant the seed too soon, I'm worried she'd rip out the roots."

She rolls her eyes. "Naw Bro, Lee'd never terminate."

"Oh I know, I wasn't talking about the baby. I was more concerned with her going Loreena Bobbitt on me." I say honestly, shifting in my seat at the imaginary pain.
She bursts out laughing, nodding her head in agreement. "Yea, that uh, that might be more likely." She says between adorable little snorts.

I nod my head in agreement. "Exactly and seeing is how I ain't planning on changing my singing voice anytime soon, I'm real careful how I'm navigating this one." Feels like the story of my life right now. It's been a unique experience having the girl be hesitant with Tara and Wendy, we went full steam ahead, and the crows afterwards all but jumped on my dick the minute I looked at them.

Lee is different. And being with her like this has shown me just how special she is.

She's worth the time and the energy to make this work for both of us.

J offers me a soft, approving smile.
"That's good to hear."
I nod. It's a relief knowing how much baby sister supports us. None of this would've happened without her, and I know she's got my back to help me navigate these new relationship waters.
"Besides she's got that IED thing in her arm." I add.

She bursts out laughing again and this time I'm a little confused.

"It's an IUD dumbass. Lee doesn't have a fucking bomb implanted in her arm." She teases and I can't help but chuckle.

There's a joy in her eyes I haven't seen since before the whole Kyle debacle. I'm not the least bit surprised her old man helped put it there. I've known about his crush on her for years, but I knew better than to say shit. I figure if Chibs was taking his time there had to be a reason. Brother was one of the most strategic mother fuckers I knew. I was fifteen when he patched in, and after losing my old man, I saw him like the big brother I never had. There was no one I listened to and trusted more than Filip Telford.

I loved Ope and, there would always be a lifelong bond between us, but when he met Donna, we both felt something sever between us. He became a family man almost overnight, and I wasn't done sewing my wild oats. Plus, the way the whole thing went down with him hurting J, it never sat right with me. Those two had been headed in a direction that would've been something real special. But then Mary got involved, dragged him away and he came back with Donna.

I can still feel my anger at the look of heartbreak he'd put on Journee's face.

He's been out a few months now and I rarely see him. The separation has been painful, but he's trying to go the way of the straight and narrow for his family. Donna's laid out the rules damn clearly. If he gets into trouble again, she's out. Should've had brown babies Ope. This was the real danger of marrying and procreating with a Civi. They never fully understood our world, and few respected the price that sometimes must be paid to be apart of it. I don't resent Ope for finding love, but I do resent his love for taking him away from his family.

"All right, Well then I'm lost Jay boy. If it ain't cleaning and it ain't playtime…what could you need from me?" She asks, taking a sip from her drink. My stomach flutters excitedly.
I reach into the pocket of my cut. Producing the crinkled, early stages of a sketch I've been working on, I slide it over to her.

"Need the artiste in you little sister." She glances at me and then opens the paper.
My excitement turns to nerves as I watch her eyes studying the picture presented to her.
"What am I looking at here J?" She asks and I scowl slightly.
"I mean I know I'm not a great artist like you, but you can tell it's a crow."

She chuckles. "I mean I know that, but I'm wondering why I'm looking at crow?"

"Right so, I need your help J. I want to design a new crow for Lee. After the shit with Kick, I need her inked. I want everyone to know she's claimed."
Her eyebrows shoot up again. "Wait what? A new crow, but your dad designed the first one. Why do you want to do new?"
"I know dad designed the first one, but he designed it for my mom. And then ya know other old ladies got it and it just sort of became trademark." I pause. "But there's nothing trademark about my old lady. I want her to have one just for her, cause she's damn special to me and she deserves something that represents not just me but us. Like you and Chibs did. Seeing the crow designed specifically for the two of you made me realize, I don't want her wearing the same generic shit that both Tara and Wendy got. Lee is never gonna be an ex, I know she's my forever and I want this crow to be more than just the generic SAMCRO trademark."

I explain my thought process to her watching the smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

"So, that's what I need your help with. No one loves Lee as much as me and no one knows her better. I've got an idea and I can explain what I want, but I need your help executing my vision and making it something that represents us both and that she'd be proud to wear."

I wait for her reaction.
She studies the sketch and runs her fingers over the lines. "Where are you thinking she wears her brand?" I can't help but remember before we were together, standing in my dorm room at Journee's engagement party. Journee running her slender fingers over Lee's chest saying how sexy a chest piece would look. I lick my lips and shift in my seat before clearing my throat.
"Depends what we come up with. I know I'm definitely going to want her to get a chest piece so anyone who looks knows exactly who she belongs to, but I also know she's gotta be careful with size given her business dealings in the upper crust. So maybe just property off Jax across her chest so she can cover it up if need be. But this crow, HER crow...I don't want to worry about size. Maybe her shoulder or tricep for when she's in tank tops. After we design it and I give it to her, I'll let her decide where."

Journee nods thoughtfully. "All right so explain to me what you're thinking."
She reaches into her oversized satchel she almost always has with her, and pulls out a small sketch book and pencil. I chuckle at her. She shrugs sheepishly.
"Hey I'm an artist, never know when inspiration might strike." She says flipping the book open to an empty page. "So I like what you have going here with the crow but what if you go with a two headed crow. Sort of like you and her becoming one." She explains, masterfully sketching out what I'd already drawn and adding on to it. "Now, tell me what else you're thinking."

By the time we're finished, the idea is a fully formed tattoo. The two crows each have a wing.

A bleeding heart in the middle of the crows speaks to our passion and dedication for each other. One crow clutches an A.K. 47 for the club, and the other crow clutches an olive branch to represent the peace she brings me. With her, I'm completely balanced. Journee's thrown in a few other hidden easter eggs to symbolize Lee. My name sits above the entire thing to let everyone know who my old lady belongs to. I love that in a way Journee is woven in there.
There would be no me and Lee without her wonderfully "subtle" match making ways.
We stand to leave, and I toss 20 extra bucks down on a 24-dollar bill. SamCro always makes sure to tip extra well in town. Keeps our business running and our business owners happy to have us.
As we're walking out my phone rings and I can't help but grin when I see Lee's name on the caller ID.

"Hey beautiful, I was just thinking about you." I say answering the phone. "How'd your meeting go?" I ask as we walk towards my bike.
"Hey baby, went good. I think your mom and I were able to nail down the last of the details for the taste of Charming festival coming up." I can hear the relief in her tone.

"Glad to hear it Darlin. J and I just finished up lunch. Headed back now."
I pause."I mean, headed home." I correct, winking at the smirk J gives me.
"Glad to hear it darlin." She mocks on the other end. J and I get to the bike and she grabs her helmet.
"How'd your meeting go with Wendy?"

"Went good. I'll tell you more about when I get there."

"Okay baby." I can hear her hesitation for a moment.

"Something wrong?"

"No, not at all. But umm Sack came by this morning with a few boxes of your stuff. And I hope you don't mind that I started unpacking some things. You know I hate boxes."
My heart damn near soars at her words.
"Of course I don't mind Lee. You know how I hate unpacking, so unpack away. I can't wait to see it. My shit mixed in with yours. Bet it's gonna look amazing." I say honestly.
After our bathtub wall breaking session we both wanted as much of my stuff into her house as soon as possible.

Mostly cause I didn't want her changing her mind on me.
"I think you'll like it. I'm headed back to the house now. You done for the day or you got Club stuff you gotta do?"

"I got some free time babe. I'll head over after I drop J off."

I mount my bike so J can get on while I finish up my phone call.
"Okay sounds good Jax."
She grows quiet for a second before a sweet "I love you Jackson," comes through the earpiece.
I can't help the smile hearing her initiate the L word that been circling my head for months.

"I love you too Harley." I say sincerely, picturing her bashful, smile on the other end.

"I'll see you soon babe."

"Okay, bye baby." She says before disconnecting the call.
Journee is settled in her seat behind me and I can practically feel her smile.
"How'd that feel?" She asks learning forward to wrap her arms around my waist.
"Pretty Amazing, I'll never get tired of hearing that from her." I answer honestly, pulling my helmet on. I can always be honest and real around J.
"I know the feeling." She says giving me a squeeze.
She leans forward to place an affectionate kiss on my check."I'm so happy for you Jackson. For both of you." She says.

I thread my fingers in her course curls and cup the back of her head. After Pressing a firm kiss to her cheek, I rest my head on top of hers for a moment.
"Thank you, Journee. For everything." I sincerely say.

There is no doubt in my mind if it hadn't been for my baby sister I wouldn't be in this amazing stage with Lee.

Knowing me I would've fucked us up by now.
She gives me a squeeze before situating in her seat.
"All right, enough with the chick flick moment. Take me home chauffer, time for me to go see my old man." She says like a little kid getting ready to open presents as soon as she gets home.
"Yes ma'am." I tease starting my bike and heading out.