AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi guys, it's been a while. This was supposed to be up yesterday but I had internet troubles. So in reading this story at least for the season 4 portion, I hope Jax doesn't seem to OOC. Because I do have him and Delilah living in some sort of bubble, which is intentional. So I hope that doesn't throw people off. Also, this story is only going to be updated once a month as of now! How life is going it's the only thing I can commit to at the moment. So look for updates between the 13th-16th of each month (or in the middle of the month depending on weekends fall). I'm sorry but that is all I can do right now.

As always thank you for the reviews, follows, and favorites!

If there was one thing Jax wanted on his first day home from prison was to sleep in, or if he was going to be up early he wanted to spend some time bury in his old lady. However, he found out a little too late that with a three-year-old that would be his rather early alarm clock.

He heard the bedroom door open and then the platter of feet. Then there was a dip into the bed and soft giggles as Abel wiggled between the two of them, "Morning, Mommy and Daddy!"

Jax groaned while Delilah giggled. Jax turned to lay flat on his back as his son made himself comfortable between him and Delilah.

"When you were away, Daddy, I keeps your spot warm," Abel stated proudly. "Mommy says I give the best cuddles!"

Jax raised an eyebrow. He had thoughts on how Delilah and Abel handled his absence every day. He wondered how Abel coped without his presence. He was curious about how Abel was rationalizing it in his head. He knew during some visits Abel would ask why he wasn't home and both he and Delilah explained that he had made a mistake that scared people. By being away he had to make up for his mistakes.

Abel would be easily distracted by another topic. He knew the boy was small and wouldn't have too many questions. However, he knew Abel would remember it. Jax may not know a lot about childhood development, but he knew Abel would remember that for a time he wasn't there.

Jax placed a hand on his son's head. "I bet you do. You did a good job looking out for your mom."

Abel beamed and opened his arms wide. "I love mommy this much."

"And I'm lucky to have such a young prince who loves me so much," Delilah replied as she leaned down and placed a kiss on Abel's head.

Jax smiled as he took in the sight of the two people he loved most in the world. He knew he needed to do better. He needed to be better. He couldn't allow his family to go through the bullshit they had gone through the last two years.

"You guys want breakfast?"

Gemma knew that allowing Lily Carmine back into the fold was going to bite all of them in the ass. She knew better than to make a fuss during the guys' two-year absence. With the miscarriage and general pile of shit, she didn't want to add too much stress onto her family.

Her only comfort was that Delilah never seemed all that enthused by her mother's presence. Delilah seemed focused on nurturing the relationship between Abel and Lily.

However, she should have known Lily would be in it for the long con. Gemma couldn't believe she had allowed Lily to make herself comfortable in Charming.

Her mind was running with the possibilities of how Lily would slowly try to poison her son - her family. As much as she knew Belfast had tainted the image of John to Jax, John was still his father. He may hate the man, but she knew her son. To know the real truth of how Clay came to power and how she sat idle, Jax would kill Clay. Jax wouldn't look at her the same.

Gemma thought maybe that it would have been smart to have dealt with Lily when they were doing some cleaning house back then. Lily was a loose end that they didn't need to be dealing with.

Gemma stirred the oatmeal as she tried to figure her next course of action. She didn't know if it was best to comfort Lily or maybe talk to Don. She could persuade him to make sure he kept his sister in check. If anything, Don was eager to keep his grandbabies safe. He placed Lip and Delilah's happiness over anything. She knew if he caught a whiff of the trouble Lily might bring he would be able to shut it down.

Gemma heard Clay's footsteps approaching and she quickly poured a bowl of oatmeal for him.

She approached him with a kiss on his cheek as he made himself comfortable at the kitchen table. "How you doing? Didn't want to wake you."

"Mmm... It's good to be home." Clay responded.

Gemma sighed as she grabbed the newspaper along with his cup of coffee.

"Made the papers."

Gemma nodded her head. "Oh, yeah. Four bodies out by Haleville."

"Just part of the process. We're protected."

Gemma wished she was more worried about the homecoming announcement the club had left. It was very vocal and she knew that she needed to be prepared to do damage control. "Not worried about that." She took the note out of her back pocket that had Abel's scribbling on it. "This fell out of one of Abel's coloring books. He must have found it somewhere in Lily's house."

"Letters?"

Gemma nodded her head. "Lily Carmine. Trying to turn my son against me. I think that gash Maureen must have reached out to her.

"You think she gave them to Delilah to read?"

Gemma licked her lips. "I don't know. Maybe." Gemma hated to think that maybe it wasn't the miscarriage that had Delilah creating distance. Maybe it was the knowledge of these letters.

Clay dismissed her worries. "Ah, this is JT with a bleeding heart. Probably the same shit he wrote to Maureen and wooing pussy. Probably a bunch of love letters, some half-gay poems and shit."

Gemma didn't think she could easily dismiss this. "Yeah, or a stack of hate. John sharing his every woe and suspicion. I am telling you, I knew Lily coming back wasn't for the good of the family. This is her way of hurting all that we built!"

"She can't hurt us. And John can't hurt us." Clay assured.

"John trusted her." Gemma pointed out. They all thought Phillip and Maureen would be problems. They should have known Lily had known more than she let on.

"This was real, it'd have blown up by now. We're good. So, don't go setting fires when there's nothing to burn. You hear me?"

"I don't do that. Not all the time."

Clay laughed. He grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss. "Gem, let's not worry. We'll be okay."

After a very joyful breakfast, Jax knew it was time for both he and Delilah to start their day. He also knew Clay would be calling him soon so they could go to the meet with Alvarez and Parada. He didn't want the morning to end, but he was comforted with the fact that he would get to have breakfast with his family every day.

He followed behind Delilah so she could drop Abel off at daycare. Due to all that happened with Hale, Delilah had said she and Don were able to get a nice lucrative deal on a property to expand her uncle's gym and had added a daycare attached called Little Hands.

Since the addition of the daycare and the general restructuring of the gym, business was booming for Don.

Abel had a firm grip on his hand as he led him inside and directly to his cubby that proudly displayed his name. Above the slot on the wall above the cubbies, he found a display of family photos. He smiled at the picture of him holding Abel when he was firstborn. He knew soon that they needed to take more family photos.

From his brief glance of the room, it was filled with bright colors with various posters that displayed the alphabet, numbers, weather, colors, months, and everything designed for early educational learning.

"Look, Daddy, this is my cubby!"

"Yeah?"

Abel began taking out a small journal.

"What's that for?" Jax asked.

"We have a warm-up, we draw a picture of what we like. Miss Lisa said its like a journal."

"Yeah, you know I have a journal too," Jax told his son.

"Really?" Abel said with wide eyes.

Jax smiled and placed a kiss on his head. "I gotta go, but I will see you at home okay."

"Okay. Love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, son."

Jax smiled as Abel moved from him and hugged Delilah and gave her a kiss. "I love you, Mommy."

"So my badass biker is journaling?"

"You heard that, huh?" Jax said as he turned to look at Delilah as they walked down the hallway of the daycare.

Delilah nodded her head and her fingers found his hand. "We don't have to talk about it. I'm glad you have something for the things you can't tell anyone else."

Jax frowned. He put them to a stop as he brought them chest to chest. The journals did hold his most vulnerable thoughts. He just didn't want it to come across that he was keeping secrets from her.

"I-"

"Jax, you don't have to explain."

"No, I just, you know all my secrets," he told her. "They are for Abel when he is older."

"Jax, it's really okay. There isn't anything to explain."

Jax placed a kiss on her lips. "You know...I'm surprised that you got Abel into daycare. My mom didn't throw a hissy fit?"

Delilah snorted. "Oh she did, but Don got her to back off."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here."

"You're here now. That's what matters."

Delilah waved to their receptionist as she made her way into Cara Cara Studios. With Lyla by her side, the two girls had been able to revamp the adult film production company once the insurance came from the arson. It also helped that since Hale had been the one behind her kidnapping and the assault on her Uncle, she had used that to her leverage in getting a vast studio space.

Her main goal in revamping Cara Cara had been getting it out from underneath the club. Nothing would stop them from being partners, but they needed their own space. One that was not just a space left over from the club. If they needed to host parties or bring in business, they needed meeting rooms, a waiting area, and a break room. They needed a lot of things to be professional. Delilah didn't care if people looked at the adult industry as dirty, it was a very lucrative business.

Hale had been able to find them a large piece of land to purchase - to own. Delilah didn't want to worry about rent. She decided to milk Hale for everything as he had gotten them a good deal on labor as they built their studio from the ground up and even rented them a temporary place for half the rent.

With the land, she knew that she could expand and maybe even start a small studio for upcoming businesses to use a space to film things outside of porn. They could do a lot with the studio lot they were able to acquire. She and Lyla could crush the world if they wanted to.

She had been glad Lyla had decided to move from in front of the camera to behind. Lyla had a knack for networking and building relationships with the girls and other studios.

Delilah opened her office door and was surprised to see Lyla waiting. She didn't look happy.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you see the news this morning?"

Delilah made her way over to her desk and placed her things down. "No, I didn't. What happened?"

"Four bodies were discovered at Charming Heights. Russians."

"Shit."

"We need the housing to attract talent."

Delilah rubbed her forehead. "What did Lip have to say?"

"Not much. The kids interrupted before I could grill him." Lyla informed her. "I know Hale is going to be pissed. We promised him the club wouldn't intervene."

Delilah sighed. "Fuck. Lip and Opie both knew we needed that deal."

"Does Jax know?"

"We haven't had time to really talk. I'll talk to him later."

Lyla nodded her head.

Delilah knew this was not the type of shit anyone wanted to deal with the day after their wedding. "You sure you want to be here? You and Lip deserve some alone time."

"No, it's okay. We have that vacation to Disney planned. I just...using the wedding as a front for club business feels so wrong."

"Talk to him, okay."

"I will," Lyla promised.

Jax arrived on the lot to find Teller Morrow already busy working on cars. Jax could admit he was actually anxious to actually work again. He wanted to work on other things outside of guns and he missed tinkering around with cars and bikes.

Jax headed into the office to find his mom already busy at her computer.

"Hey, Ma," he greeted and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Morning, baby, how was your first day back at home?"

"It was good. Great," Jax boasted. "Took them out to breakfast. Dropped Abel off at daycare."

Gemma pushed her reading glasses up. "How'd that go?"

"Good and I'm glad to hear you didn't give her shit about it either," he said pointedly.

Gemma sighed. "I had some few choice words about strangers raising my grandson, but times...things are different...as I was told."

Jax laughed. "Thanks for everything mom. I know it wasn't easy, but thank you for everything you do for my family."

Jax wasn't prepared for his mom to get teary-eyed. "Shit, Ma."

Gemma waved him off. "No, it's okay. I just... I just missed you so much. The shit you and Del went through...I'm just grateful to have you and Abel. I love you more than anything in this world, Jackson. You know that, right?"

"I know. I love you, too, Mom."

Jax's morning had quickly turned to shit. He knew working with a Cartel was going to be a risky business. It was one he had told the club back in Stockton that they needed to proceed within caution. However, he thought maybe he should have been more involved in the business negotiations as he wouldn't have been hit sideways with this news Clay decided to drop on them. He knew even then the club really couldn't back out of this deal. They were backed in a corner thanks to goodman Clay.

Jax looked out of the Teller-Morrow truck as he knew if he looked at Clay, it wouldn't be pretty. "We're trafficking blow?"

"Nah. We're just muling it back. Mayans are chopping and distributing."

Jax wiped a hand down his face. "Jesus Christ."

"Part of the deal. I had no choice." Clay defended.

"Who else knows?"

"Nobody. That's why you're here. I need you to understand this."

Jax whipped his head to look at his step-father. "Understand what? That you forgot to mention we'd also be running coke for the Galindo Cartel? We voted in selling them guns."

"We'll have another vote."

Jax scoffed. "You brokered this whole goddamn thing in Stockton, kept us out of the loop on purpose."

"The Russians needed to die for what they did to you inside. The Galindo Cartel is the only player deep enough to keep the Russians off our backs."

"Oh, don't give me the "I did this for you, son" bullshit! This ain't about me, Clay." Jax scolded. "And this ain't about the club. This is about you cashing out."

Clay sighed. "These last two years- brutal. Your mom and me- no savings, no... medical, no... retirement cushion. I got, what, a year, maybe two? I've given my whole life to this club. I don't want to walk away with nothing."

Jax shook his head. "You pushed a guy off a roof in Belfast for the exact same thing."

"McGee was a rat." Clay seethed.

"What do you want from me?" Jax asked.

"This vote splits the ranks. I want you to back me. It's the only way this thing passes."

Jax sat quietly. He knew the club couldn't go into this blind. A deal like this required proper leadership. He also knew that he had to be smart about this. What would be best for the club and at this point they couldn't back out since the Cartel gave them back up to take out the Russians. "If I do this... after the meet with the Irish, you have to step down as President."

Jax watched with sick satisfaction as the color drained from Clay's face.

"It ain't that simple -"

"Yeah, it is. This is the deal. I back you, but after the first order with the Irish, you hand over the President patch to me." Jax demanded. He wasn't going to allow Clay to ruin this club even more.

Clay looked out the windshield through his black sunglasses. "Okay."

The church meeting was quickly turning to shit. Although Jax was hating the feeling of being blindsided in the span of two hours.

Jax looked at Lip before his step-father turned to look at him. His eyes were hidden by his black sunglasses. "Did you know Del was a backing investor in Charming Heights?"

Jax shook his head. He forced a smirk on his face. "My old lady and I haven't done a lot of talking."

Lip sat up in his chair. "Look, Clay, I understand the argument. More development brings in more cops and whatnot. But we don't have Unser anymore. Roosevelt can't be bought. We need the goodwill of Charming. They want this. Del has used Cara Cara to do a lot for the community and by her backing, this brings good press," Lip said defending Delilah's and Lyla's business deal.

The others were quiet. "We'll table this discussion for another day," Clay announced with a grim smile. "We need to discuss the business with the Cartel. There are some strings that come attached with doing business with the Cartel."

"What is it?" Bobby asked.

"We have to mule coke back for the Cartels. Mayans will chop and distribute."

Jax watched as all of them took in the news. Jax wasn't really sure what he expected, but the cold silence that followed wasn't one of the reactions.

"SAMCRO's never been in the drug business." Bobby hissed.

"And never will," Piney added.

"The last thing that we want to do is give Alvarez leverage over our business," Opie voiced as he stuffed his cigarette out.

"We've been good with the Mayans for over two years now, Ope." Tig countered.

"Yeah, and let's not forget, if it wasn't for our brown alliance, Russians would've shivved all of us." Jax reminded them all.

"Cartel's already committed. Word's been put out. Russians aren't gonna touch us." Clay assured them all.

"What about the Feds? Drugs put us on DEA's radar."

"We're gonna find a new buyer," Opie insisted.

"May not pay as much, but with the Niners and the Italians, we'll still earn."

Chibs leaned forward in his chair. "The IRA have an expectation of big volume. Without the Russians, that burden lands right here with us."

"Cartel gives us all the demand our supply can handle. We do this short-term, cash out," Clay soothed.

"It's a goddamn cartel! There is no short-term," Piney shouted as she crushed his cigarettes.

"I think it's worth the risk," Jax shouted over the agreements with Piney. Jax knew that this vote was going to be on shaky ground, to begin with. He stood up and grabbed the bag that held their down payment. He placed the stacks of hundred-dollar bills on the wood table. "Down payment for our first order."

The table grew quiet at the stack of money on the table. Clay was right this would be more money they earned in a while. It would be more money they have seen in the past two years.

"We should all think about this. We'll vote when the others get back." Clay said after letting the silence sink in. "Jax, go check on the ammo, and, uh, take Ope with you."

Jax knew Clay's exact purpose for having him ride with Opie. Opie had been vocal in his opposition to the Cartel deal. He had been surprised that Clay didn't want Lip on this run, but he knew they would have to work on Lip at a later time. Or if Jax knew Clay, he would barter with Lip they would support the building of Charming Heights.

Yet, since they sat in Opie's truck the man had been silent. Too quiet. In fact, Jax knows his best friend had seemed to be distant since Donna's death. He thought that maybe after handling Stahl that his brother would get some closure. Yet, it seemed his friend was even more distant. He knew that Lip and Don kept him busy with helping out with the gym. Del had mentioned that Opie was in charge of security at Cara Cara.

"Really? Nothing to say?"

Opie looked at him in the corner of his eye. "Not quite sure who I'm talking to anymore."

"Wow. That's deep, man."

"Not really," Opie refuted.

Jax sighed as he lit his cigarette. "When you were inside, what'd you think about?"

"Donna, the kids."

"Yeah, me, too, man. The whole time. Del and Abel. Del and Abel. Wondering how the hell I'm going to take care of them. Stay whole, be a decent father."

"Pushing coke was your solution?" Opie asked incredulously.

"No. Earning big was. Look, I know running with the cartel is serious shit, but I don't want to live hand-to-mouth anymore. I want something more for my boys."

"You know, I watched Del take care of Abel and Don. She helped out with Lip and Lyla. Me. She's a strong chick, man. She really stepped up." Opie told him. "I don't have Donna. I am all my kids have left. I go away again...Can't do that to them."

Jax instantly deflated. He knew that fear. He knew what Opie was saying. If any of them got locked up again they would be on strike three and on a bid for 25 to life.

"We're not going away, Ope. The cartel is protected. They got politicians and law enforcement on the payroll from Lodi to Mexico City. Nah, we're going to be fine."

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself as much as me."

Jax took out a cigarette. "Did you know Del was a backing partner in Charming Heights?"

"I helped with the deal," Opie revealed.

"Didn't think to the bring that to the table?" Jax probed. Hell, he wondered why Lip or Del didn't mention about them expanding business.

"It ain't club business," Opie replied cooly.

"Last time I checked, the club had some control with Cara Cara and its funds."

"This venture is coming straight out of Del's half. Besides, this is a legitimate deal. Wasn't that what you wanted."

Gemma thought it was the luck of the Irish that when she took a trip to the community center that Lily was in the middle of a class. It gave her unrestricted access to the little duplicitous bitch's office. Gemma looked at the office that was filled with various artworks and her own ceramic pieces lining shelves. Gemma even admired the few pieces it seemed Abel, Isla, and Piper had done.

She couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. Gemma set her purse down on the lounge chair as she did some more snooping. She didn't expect to find anything in this office. Lily wasn't stupid. She knew that she wouldn't keep anything of importance in her office directly. It just didn't hurt to look.

She was careful not to jostle too much of her art supplies. She found a stack of files and began to leaf through them. She stopped unexpectedly at the picture of her and Lily with Jax and Lip as babies. Gemma closed the file and read the label, which was titled, "The Empty Road/Murder of Crows".

Gemma ignored the photo and flipped through the rest. It was a bunch of sketches of pieces, photos of Charming and the clubhouse. It wasn't until the last page that she knew that they needed to be worried. It was the accident report for John's crash.

Unser wouldn't admit to Clay, but with the club locked up for the past 2 years, it was the first time in a long time that Charming had been shown peace. He wasn't going to ignore the fact that what had happened since Donna's murder was a rather trying time and previously there had been no outstanding flareups. Still, with the club behind bars, the folks of Charming had gotten a glimpse of what life could be without the theatrics of the club.

So when Clay had requested his presence at Teller Morrow, he knew the relative peace the town had known would be expiring.

Unser knew he was to blame. He knew he had gotten a little too comfortable with the club under Clay's leadership. When John was King, the club hadn't been much of a nuisance. There were flare-ups especially in the beginning yet John never had him compromise his vows as Sheriff the way Clay did.

John understood the consequences. He knew there was give and take. John understood that he as acting sheriff couldn't turn a blind eye to everything. Clay didn't. Clay wanted the missing paperwork, the lost evidence, and the total control. Unser was surprised that Clay didn't try to somehow be Sheriff himself.

Though now, Unser was worried about what Clay could be needing not even 72 hours out of prison.

He approached the outlaw President, who was leaning against the opening of the garage. The day was breezy and the lot was full. Despite the stain of the club, he never impacted business at Teller Morrow. They were the best in town.

"So, uh... what's the urgency?"

Clay didn't even turn his head as he replied. "I just got an order this morning, requires an 18-wheel solution and somebody who knows the truck routes to Tucson- weigh stations, roads to avoid."

Unser was taking back. Then maybe again he shouldn't have been. Clay was always the club first and what he thought was best for the club not what's best for Charming.

"Thought maybe you wanted to discuss the cold war you started in Charming Heights. Pretty sure homicide is a parole violation."

"Little late to be a good cop, ain't it?" Clay goaded as he chomped on the end of his cigar.

Unser hated to admit it, but he was wounded by Clay's bitter remark. "Yeah, I guess it is. I'll look into the, uh, truck situation."

Clay sighed and those hidden blue eyes finally were pinned on him. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean…"

Unser held up his hand. "No, it's all right. Forget it, forget it. Need anything else?" He asked. Clay was all about demand. He knew there had to be something else.

"Question. Lily. While we were inside, did she ask you anything unusual?"

Unser furrowed his brows. He didn't know why in the hell Lily would be talking to him. Hell, if anything he imagined this question should be directed towards Lip or Delilah.

"Unusual like what?" His attention became distracted by the sight of Gemma pulling into the lot.

"Like history- John and me."

Unser was confused. He didn't know why Lily would even have questions considering she was there to remember the history. He wasn't sure what damage Lily could do. "No. Why would she?"

Clay didn't say anything as he strolled off to greet Gemma. Unser decided it wasn't his concern. He wanted to enjoy his meager retirement. He walked back into the garage into the office where Gemma had come through and closed the door. Her face was etched with worry.

"We got a problem, Wayne. Lily is digging into John's death."

Unser chuckled nervously. "What makes you say that Gem?"

"When I was watching Abel found a note from John to Lily about some letters."

Unser took a seat on the couch. "And you read 'em?"

Gemma threw her purse onto her desk. "No. She had a copy of the accident report. Charming PD. Now, you only pull something like that if you have suspicions."

Unser nodded his head. "I thought Lily always knew though, Gem. Wasn't that why she stayed away all these years."

"Exactly. She stayed away. Now she is back and for two years that devious bitch worked her way back into my family. With Jax home now, there is no telling what she wants to do."

"Uh, you tell Clay?"

"Yeah. He didn't give it any weight. He didn't know John the way I did." Gemma revealed. Unser didn't want to tell her that Clay had taken her words and given them a lot of weight.

Unser knew it was on him to do some damage control before anyone got hurt. "You know, Clay's got a lot on his mind. Best we don't burden him with this shit. Not until we know the fallout."

Delilah watched with a small smile as Abel fussed over his Jax's booboos. He had been insistent that his Daddy put a bandage on the cut on his eyebrow. Jax was now wearing a Spider-Man band-aid. She tried not to laugh at the sight, but in the way it was heartbreaking. Jax had only been home a day and shit was already going down.

She moved away from the door and walked into their bedroom. Jax remained tight-lipped at the clubhouse in regards to what happened. Although the state of the clubhouse being trashed took over precedent.

Delilah wasn't going to lie to herself and say she wasn't worried because she was. Two years of peace were being quickly shattered.

Delilah shimmied out of her work pants and was gathering things for her own shower when Jax strolled into the room.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm all right."

"What happened?"

Jax approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. "Russians."

Delilah clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Funny you say that considering they found dead Russians at Charming Heights."

Deliah felt Jax stiffen. "Were you going to tell me you were funding that?"

Delilah turned to face him. "Is the club going to sabotage it?"

Jax licked his lips. "It would've been nice to not be blindsided."

"Not club business."

Jax's blue eyes narrowed. "What you do is my business."

Delilah moved out of his arms. "It's not set in stone and this little act doesn't help." Delilah snapped. "So you all voted on this?"

"Del, I didn't even fucking know you had a part in this. And you can't be mad at me when Opie and Lip voted on this too."

"There needs to be some progress in Charming, Jax." Delilah pleaded to him. "Besides, Cara Cara needs talent. They need some sort of incentive in coming here. Unless you want me to move the company completely."

"What? You've been getting offers to leave."

Delilah nodded her head. "A lot of people are wanting a piece of an all-female-led studio."

"You didn't think to mention this in the past two years?" Jax asked flabbergasted.

"Because it didn't matter," Delilah explained. "But I can't follow the club rules, Jax. It's hurting my business which the club benefits from."

Jax ran a hand down his face. Jax wasn't in the mood to argue. "You know I got your back, darlin. I'll try to sway to make sure this gets by for your okay?"

Delilah nodded her head slightly relieved. "Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything until things were certain. It's a bitch negotiating with Hale."

"I bet," Jax chuckled and kissed her. "Shower?"

Delilah nodded her head as she dragged him to the bathroom.