Dressed and ready to go, Jax sat on the bench located in front of his and Mel's bed, watching her every movement as she stood in front of her dresser mirror.

"Jax.. Jax..baby.."

Jax pried his eyes away from wondering my body, making eye contact with me within the mirror's reflection.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind zippin' me up so we can get the hell outta here," I asked as I finished applying my favorite matte red lipstick.

"Sure thing, darlin'."

He got up from the bench and stood directly behind me.

His fingers firmly gripped the zipper, hesitating to glide it up the track.

Keeping my eyes on him, he brought his bottom lip into his mouth, burrowing his teeth into the skin.

"Is something wrong," I asked, snapping him out of it for the second time within two minutes.

Yup, you got that right ladies.

I timed that shit.

"No, I'm just feeling really reluctant to help you get dressed," he stated, giving the side of my neck an audible kiss.

I smiled, shaking my head.

"You have officially surpassed insatiable, Jackson Teller. You have five seconds to zip me up or I'm not putting out tonight. All you'll have is your right hand and your porn stash. Which do you perfer," I teased, arching my back, slowly rubbing my ass against his fucking delectable package.

Taking a deep breath to prevent himself from fucking her right up against her dresser, he moved the zipper up the track, securing it in place.

He palmed his hardening cock, struggling to walk it off as he headed down the hallway.

I smiled, giving myself one more once over.

"Smart man."

After Jax deactivated the truck's alarm, he opened the passenger door for me.

"Thanks baby."

"Anytime darlin."

I touched the side of his face, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Jax shamelessly eyed his wife once again as she climbed into the vehicle.

He couldn't control himself no matter how hard he tried.

Lyla chose her dress and she chose wisely.

She dressed Mel in a strapless ruby red dress that she ordered a size smaller than her friend's original measurements.

Jax closed the door, rounding the driver's side of the car.

He got in, looking over at Mel who was as still as a god damn statue.

"Mel, are you good?"

"No. I'm afraid to make any sudden movements. It could tear the dress."

"Do you wanna go back inside and change?", he asked, praying that she would say no.

"No. Today is her day. It's bad enough that we're already late. The least I could do is wear the dress she chose for me."

"Can I be honest, Mel?"

"Sure."

"I'm glad you decided not to change. You look sexy as hell in that dress."

I smiled, buckling my seatbelt.

"Of course you'd think so. My ass and tits are on full display. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything darlin'."

"The moment it does tear, we get the hell outta there."

"Of course, so I could tear the rest of it," he winked, inserting the truck's keys into the igniton, causing our vehicle of choice to roar to life.

Jax brought the truck to a screeching halt, putting it in park behind the endless line of mortorcycles.

He exited the truck first, making his way over to my side.

I unbuckled myself from my seatbelt, feeling overcome with motion sickness for the first time in my entire life.

The unfortunate combination of short turns and mind boggling speed sent me into a twisted whirlwind.

Being the amazing man that he is, he helped me out of the truck.

I took deep steady breaths, swallowing over and over again to force the potential vomit from making its way up my throat.

"Babe, are you alright?"

"Aces," I replied, standing up straight, taking the lead toward the delayed ceremony.

Jax grabbed a hold of my hand, pulling me back to him.

His large hands cupped my face, giving me a kiss on the lips.

We opened our eyes at the same time, immediately making eye contact with one another.

"What did I do to deserve that, stud?"

"You didn't do anything. I just wanted to kiss my wife. I always want to kiss you."

"Right back at ya on both accounts. We better get our asses over there before Lyla sticks not one, but both of her stilettos up my ass and cuts your balls off and feeds 'em to a wild dog."

The wedding went off without a hitch.

My ass is shoeless and my husband still has his balls attached to his body.

Discovering Jax has disappeared with the rest of the club, I made my way to the bar, taking a seat next to Britt, who was rocking the same skin tight red dress as I am.

"Hey gorgeous."

"Hey Mel. You did a hell of a job putting this thing together," Britt stated, taking a swig of the beer in front of her.

"Thanks."

"Does this mean you've found your calling? Now that you're no longer taking dick in your ass for a living, you're the next up and coming wedding planner?"

"No, definitely not. I'd perfer working in an office of some sort. Have you seen what kind of bridezillas exist out there? I'll no doubt be on an episode of Snapped soonafter."

Britt laughed as she requested two beers from the middle aged bartender.

The moment he placed the bottles in front of the both of us, we picked up our beer bottles, clinking them against each other.

"To new beginnings," Britt smiled, getting a nod of agreement from me.

"To new beginnings."

We both took a sip of our beer, placing it back onto the mini bar's counter at the same time.

"Now that Jax is out, have your plans altered or have they stayed the same?"

"I would say they stayed the same. The number one goal is for me to get better, then I'll go to college, get a decent paying job, and to give my man and me a house filled with siblings for Abel."

"That's a hell of a plan. There is no alterations needed."

"Thanks girl. What about you?"

"Well I.."

Britt held her tongue as she spotted Jax come up behind his wife, pressing his hand against her lower back.

I turned around in my seat, giving him a smile.

"Hey, where'd you disappear to? You owe me a dance."

"Just needed to wrap up some business. I was actually thinking we take a walk and then I'll give you the dance I owe you. Britt, do you mind if I steal her from ya?"

"Not at all. I had my eye on something at the end of the bar. She's all yours."

Jax took my hand in his as we made our way down a path that was lit up with lights hung from within the trees' branches.

"Wrapping up business looks like it got a bit bloody."

"What?'

I held up his hand, pointing out the small amount of blood that stained the end of his right sleeve.

"How much do you wanna know?"

"All of it."

"It was retaliation for what happened to me inside."

"The Russians.."

"Yeah, how'd you.."

"You left with them, but only the club returned. I simply put two and two together."

"I sometimes forget how observant you are."

"I know you do. That's why I remind you. Now, are you going to tell me what made you want to embark on a nature hike or am I going to have to guess?"

"Mel, the entire time while I was inside, all I thought about was you and Abel."

I smiled, holding his hand tighter.

"While I was thinking about you both, I kept thinking about how we could raise Abel, our future kids, around this lifestyle without it eventually tearing our family apart. And the answer is, we can't."

"Are you saying.. You're saying you want to leave Charming?"

"I do with you and our son by my side."

Taking my silence as a bad thing, Jax stopped walking, bringing himself in front of me.

"Do you not want to go?"

"No, it's not that, Jax. Wherever you go, I'll go because I am and will always be your constant, remember? It's just..while you were inside I came across some heavy revelations that could make you renege on your choice.

"What are you talking about, Mel?"

"Hey you two, Mr. And Mrs. Winston are tossing the garder and the boutique," Britt yelled, interupting our conversation.