Hello my readers! I am so sorry I haven't updated this story in some time! I hit a major writer's block with this one, but I think it's finally fading away :). I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

4:00 am.

Jax and the club still haven't come home nor have any of them called to inform us that they were still breathing.

I continued to rock the rocking chair in the nursery, trying to get Abel to go to sleep.

He stared up at me, his little hand pulling on my necklace that my father gave me on my fifth birthday.

"Trust me Abel, you're not missing anything by staying awake," I commented, kissing his opposite hand.

My mom knocked on the doorframe to the bedroom, making me look up from Abel.

Linda strolled into the room, placing the tenth cup of coffee down on the table next to the both of us.

"Thanks mom."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Do you want me to take him so you can get some sleep?", Linda asked for the hundredth time.

"No I'm fine, mom. I love holding him," I smiled, bringing my eyes back to Abel, whose eyelids were growing heavy.

"Enjoy it while you can. Before you know it, he'll be walking and talking."

I nodded, adjusting my grip on him.

"Have you heard anything yet? Has Gemma?"

"No, Mel bear. You know Jax is going to be fine. He always is."

"That's what the doctor said right before dad had another heart attack. He died right in front of us, remember?"

"Mel, would it kill ya to have some kind of optimism in your life?"

"Yes," I teased, flipping open my phone.

No missed calls.

Fuck.

I let out a heavy sigh, my head falling back against the back of the rocking chair.

The distinct sound of motorcycles pulled into the driveway, nearly making me jump to my feet in excitement. The swift movement woke up Abel for a brief moment, causing my breath to hitch in my throat, waiting for the waterworks to begin.

Fortunately, he fell back into his slumber and I was able to place him into his crib with him barely moving a muscle.

I leaned over the crib rail, kissing him on the forehead.

"Night, baby boy."

"Hey darlin'."

I quickly turned around only to have my smile be wiped from my face.

"Jesus christ."

Jax's face was covered in bruises, and had a deep cut above his eyebrow that looked like it needed stitches. His knuckles were cut and inflamed, blood staining the front of his shirt.

I ran to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You had me so fucking worried," I breathed out, holding him tighter as the seconds rolled by.

Jax buried his face into my neck, coiling his arms around my back.

"Sorry, I know I should've called.."

"Yeah, you should've. Do you have any idea what was going through mine and your mother's head," I scolded, pulling away from him , staring into his icy blue eyes.

Jax smiled, shaking his head.

"What? What is so funny?"

"You. You're really starting to sound like a wife."

"That's what I was going for," I replied sarcastically.

Jax brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Did you find Caruso?"

"No, but we found the assholes that attacked you. "

"I take it they're.."

"Yeah, they are. I have to hand it to them though. Pretty fuckin' loyal to Georgie."

"No leads where he is?"

"Not yet. He split. Until we find him, I'm going to have security at Cara Cara, pick you up when you get off of work."

"Okay.. Meet me in your bedroom. Gotta clean up those cuts before they get infected."

"Yes dear," he smiled, heading to his bedroom to take a shower.

I sat on the bed until Jax was finished in the shower with cotton balls, peroxide, and bandages next to me.

In only his sweatpants, he exited out of the bathroom.

I quickly glanced at his perfect six pack, staring a little longer than I should have.

"Mel, you good?"

I tore my eyes away from his perfect body and looked up in his eyes.

"Yeah sorry, I just got.. distracted."

"Clearly," he took a seat next to me, making me jump up to stand in front of him.

I opened the peroxide, soaking the couple of cotton balls that I had in my hand.

"Let me see those knuckles. They look like they got the worse of it."

He showed me his left hand, wincing at the sudden contact from one of the cotton balls.

"Fuck, that hurts."

"Some of these cuts look like they might need stitches."

"If that's the case, I'll have Chibs stitch me up tomorrow before church. Just do the best you can, darlin'."

Oh god. When he says darlin'... no man can ever say darlin' like he could. So sensual and.. what the fuck are you doing, Mel! This is Jax! Jax Teller, your best friend since you were five. You can't be thinking about him like this...

"Okay."

Jax turned his head to look at a sleeping Melanie. He bit nervously on his bottom lip, having an internal tug of war with himself.

Should he? Shouldn't he?

Without disturbing Mel, he moved in between her legs.

He looked up at her from underneath the blanket.

She was still asleep.

He smiled, hooking his fingers into her shorts and panties, yanking them down her legs until both articles of clothing were at the foot of the bed.

Jax laid down flat onto his stomach, shifting her long legs onto his shoulders.

He licked his lips, bringing his watering mouth to her perfectly waxed mound.

Mel's eyes shot open as she pulled the sheets off of the both of them.

"Jax, what the hell are you doing?"

He didn't answer her and continued to assault her throbbing clit.

Melanie's head fell back onto her pillow, clutching the pillow with both hands.

"Uh Jax.. No! this can't happen. If we sleep together, everything changes," Mel sat up, grabbing Jax by his long locks.

Jax's mouth relcuctantly released her, bringing himself up onto his elbows.

"I know. Why do you think I'm doing this? Just lay back and let me take care of you, Mel."

Melanie did what she was told, and laid back onto the bed.

Jax resumed his position licking and flicking her hyper sensitive bud.

"Mmmm, fuck Jax...", Melanie's hands found his hair again, bringing him even closer to her.

"God yes!"

"Mel, Mel, are you alright?"

Linda shook her daughter's shoulder, breaking her out of her heated dream.

"Mom?"

"You okay? I heard you screaming and.."

"Sorry, bad dream."

I looked next to me, seeing Jax was no longer at my side.

"I made breakfast. Come and eat."

"I'll be there in a minute."

Linda nodded, exiting the room with a concerned look on her face.

I got out of the bed, rushing over to the dresser draw that contained my panties.

I was in trouble, and I wasn't sure how to get out of it.