Jess sat at the bar at the clubhouse, nervously fidgeting and tearing a bar napkin into pieces. The day of her visit with Otto had finally arrived and Jess had never felt butterflies like these before. Luann had told her someone would come by to take her down to Stockton and as she waited, her mind flew to every worst case scenario she could imagine, as minds often do. What if he didn't like her? What if he was disappointed? What if Luann was wrong or had lied and he really didn't care about meeting her? She glanced up as the clubhouse door opened and Jax strode in, grinning at her.

"You ready?" he asked. She gaped at him, the shredded napkin falling from her hand.

"You're taking me?" she asked, silently cursing Luann as Jax nodded.

"Yep, let's go," he said, holding the door open for her. She sighed, climbing off the barstool as she followed Jax out to his bike.

It wasn't a long drive to Stockton and they were there in less than an hour. Jess got off the bike nervously, gazing up at the prison in front of her. She'd never been inside a jail before, unless you counted holding cells that she'd spent some time sobering up in. But this prison was much more intimidating than a county lock up and she was suddenly glad she had Jax with her – someone who knew where to go and what to do.

They showed their IDs as they signed in at the front and both were searched before they were finally ushered into a large room with many tables set up inside. Jess glanced around nervously, finally spotting a lone prisoner with long hair and glasses covering an eye patch. She knew immediately that it was him. She glanced up at Jax, who gave her a reassuring smile, as they walked up to Otto.

Otto stood as they approached, smiling broadly at them both. He shook Jax's hand quickly before turning his entire attention on Jess.

"Oh my God," he whispered. He gazed at her for several moments before pulling her into a hug and she flung her arms around him, gripping him tightly to her. This was her father. She was finally hugging her father.

They stayed like that until a prison guard cleared his throat near them, motioning for them to part. Otto gripped her even tighter for a second before finally releasing her, taking a seat across from her at the table.

"I didn't know," he said, shaking his head, "If I'd have known…"

"You didn't," Jess said quickly, trying to reassure him. He smiled at her, reaching across the table to take her hand as her charm bracelet clattered on the table.

"I see Luann got you a bracelet," he said, looking down at it. She smiled, nodding her head.

"I never take it off," she responded. He smiled, gazing across the table at her.

"I can't believe I have a daughter," he said, tears brimming his eyes as he looked at her, "You're so beautiful." Jess smiled, trying not to allow herself to cry as well as Otto turned to Jax.

"Isn't she beautiful?" he asked, as if in awe. Jax grinned over at her as she felt herself blush deeply and he nodded.

"Yeah, she is," Jax murmured in agreement. Jess gave him a small smile before turning back to Otto.

"Well we don't have very long in here," Otto said, "But I want to know everything about you." Jess grinned.

"Okay…well… I was adopted when I was a baby," she began, deciding to start from the beginning. She went through the death of her adoptive family, being thrown into the foster care system, Rose finding her when she'd turned 18. She told him everything she could think of, wanting him to know who she was in the limited amount of time available. Once she got started, she found it was hard to stop and briefly worried that she was boring him, but he just continued nodding at her, drinking in the information.

"I'm sorry you've had it so rough, Jess," he said when she'd finally ran out of words, "It shouldn't have had to be like that." Jess shrugged, shaking her head as she gripped his hand tighter.

"What's done is done," Jess replied, "I'm here now." Otto smiled sadly at her, nodding as he reached his free hand across the table, stroking her cheek in his hand.

"Yeah, you are," he said.

Before Jess knew it, the guards were calling that visiting hours were over and Jess looked sadly back at Otto.

"I don't want to leave," she said. Now that she had finally met her father, she wanted to spend as much time as possible with him and it was more than frustrating that they got such limited time together.

"I don't want you to leave, either," he said, "Will you write to me?" Jess nodded fervently as they both rose from the table and embraced once more.

"I'll write all the time," she said, unable to stop the floodgate of tears that were now pouring down her cheeks. He smiled at her, holding her face in his hands as he gazed at her.

"My daughter," he whispered, the same look of awe still on his face, before finally allowing his hands to drop. She turned quickly away, knowing it was best to rip it off like a band aid, and filed out behind the other visitors. Otto grabbed Jax's arm as he made to follow her and Jax looked back at him.

"You take care of her," Otto said firmly, his voice low as he stared directly at Jax, "You make sure she's treated like SAMCRO. Promise me." Jax nodded, clapping Otto on the shoulder.

"Of course, brother," he said, "She is SAMCRO." Otto nodded at him, watching as he trailed out behind Jess.

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By the time Jax made it out of the prison, Jess was already waiting by his bike. With her arms wrapped around herself and her eyes still wet from tears he knew she was still upset, but this wasn't exactly his area of expertise.

"You okay?" he asked tentatively, stepping closer to her. She shook her head, tears pouring down her face again.

"Is there any chance he'll get out?" she asked meekly, her voice shaking through her tears, "Parole or anything?" Jax frowned as he shook his head and she let out a sob, turning her face from him. He took a step closer, pulling her into his arms and wrapping them tightly around her.

"I'm sorry, Jess," he whispered, kissing the top of her head, finding that his words had to do with a lot more than Otto. She sobbed silently into his chest, her shoulders shaking, until she was finally able to pull herself together. She took a step back from him, giving him a small, albeit sad, smile.

"I'm glad you were here," she said. He returned her smile, cupping her face in his hands as he wiped away her tears from her cheeks. She gazed at him, her chin tilted up, and he found himself desperately wanting to kiss her. She seemed to return the desire, moving subtly closer to him, until she shook her head, stepping away.

"We should get going," she said, grabbing the helmet from off his bike and strapping it under her chin. Jax ran a hand distractedly through his hair, nodding.

"Yeah, I guess we should," he said before slinging his leg over his bike. He felt her climb on behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, before he pulled out of the lot.

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Jess tapped her fingers agitatedly on her steering wheel as she drove through the streets of Charming to her aunt's house. She'd decided to stop by on her way to work but was now slightly regretting the decision. She had yet to tell Rose about Otto and she wasn't quite sure how she would react to the news. Jess needed her to be supportive, but she couldn't help but think that Rose had to have suspected who her father was a long time ago and she didn't know why her aunt had decided to keep that information to herself.

She pulled up to Rose's and looked out at the house for several moments before finally stepping out of the car and walking up the drive.

"Hello?" Jess called as she walked through front door.

"Back here!" Rose called from the hall and Jess walked down to see her hanging a picture on the wall. Jess smiled as she looked at the picture of her and Rose on the beach in Santa Barbara, smiling widely into the camera. It had been taken on one of Rose's visits a year or two after they had met and they both looked so happy.

"Thought it was about time I got that hung up," Rose said, smiling at Jess, "So what brings you by?" she asked as they walked into the living room. Jess pulled nervously at the hem of the tank top she was wearing as Rose looked at her curiously.

"Well spit it out," she said, smiling as they sat down on the couch, "I know you got something to tell me." Jess sighed, nodding.

"I, um… I met my father yesterday," she said. Rose sucked in her breath, staring at Jess. That was obviously not news she had expected to hear.

"Your father?" Rose asked, "But… how?" She seemed to be at a loss for words. Jess told her about Luann and Gemma deducing that her father was a Son after finding out who her mother was and how they used an at home DNA kit to run samples against the most likely candidates.

"And there was a match," Jess finished, looking back at Rose, "It's Otto." Rose nodded, but she didn't look too surprised to find out the identity of Jess's father.

"Did you… know?" Jess asked slowly, trying not to let her tone become accusatory. Rose sighed, leaning back against the couch.

"No, Jess, I didn't know," she finally said.

"But you suspected," Jess stated. Rose shrugged.

"I thought it might be one of them, but I had no way of knowing who," Rose told her.

"You still should've told me," Jess insisted. Rose looked sadly back at her, nodding.

"Maybe I should have," Rose said, "But I didn't know what to tell you. I wasn't sure, and I had no way to be sure. I didn't want to tell you my suspicions and have you get your hopes up, only to find out it wasn't true. I hate to say it, Jess, but Daisy… let's just say she didn't make it easy to narrow down the suspect pool. Part of me figured it was one of them that was already gone, and that woulda done you no good. Guess I was only half right." Jess nodded, staring down at her hands.

"So you met him, huh?" Rose asked, "How'd it go?"

"It went great," Jess said unenthusiastically, "Apart from meeting him from the other side of a table in the middle of Stockton's visiting room. Apart from finding out that there's no way he's ever getting out." Rose nodded sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, Jess," she said, "How'd Luann take the news about you being her new step-daughter?" This question finally got a smile out of Jess.

"She was great about it. She gave me this," Jess said, holding out the charm bracelet on her wrist, "Said she thinks of me like a daughter now and promoted me to manager in training at Cara Cara." Rose beamed at her.

"That's wonderful!" she said, and her reaction was so sincere that Jess couldn't help but smile brighter, nodding.

"Yeah, things are coming together around here, I guess," she said. Rose nodded.

"Did you ever figure out your guy troubles?" she asked. Jess rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"No, that's done," she said, "He went back to his old girlfriend, so…" her voice trailed off and she shrugged.

"Well, there'll be others," Rose said and Jess nodded, but inside she knew it would be a long time before she met anyone else that made her feel like Jax did.

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Cara Cara was busy as usual and Jess was struggling to keep up with the pace. She'd just barely started training for her new position as manager but since they still hadn't hired a new waitress, Jess still had to take some tables when they were busy. On top of her tables, she was having to make sure the dancers got out on time, check the inventory, help make the schedules, handle the money at the end of the night, and make sure everything was running smoothly in general.

Things started to slow down slightly, giving Jess a chance to breathe, when she saw Jax, Tig, Lux, Opie, and Juice walk in, followed closely behind by several of the Niners. She smiled at LeRoy, who returned her smile as he and the rest of the Niners took a seat at a table in her section, the Sons sitting a few tables over. She waved at the Sons before walking over to the Niners to get their orders.

"How's it goin' guys?" Jess asked as she walked over to them, resting her hands on the table as she leant down to talk to them. She'd waited on them several times since first meeting them and they were always a great table – rarely making trouble and always tipping her well.

"Can't complain," LeRoy responded, "You know it's always a good night when you're working." Jess grinned, winking at him.

"Well don't get your hopes up much longer," Jess advised, "I was promoted to manager. Pretty soon, no more waiting tables for me." LeRoy clasped a hand over his heart in mock outrage.

"Hell if I knew you were lookin' for a better job, I'd a said you should come work at our bar. We need a girl like you out there," he said. Jess grinned, shaking her head.

"I think Oakland is a little far of a commute for me," she said.

"Oh we'd make it worth your while," LeRoy responded, winking at her. Jess rolled her eyes.

"Alright alright, what can I get you guys to drink?" she asked, grinning as they all placed their orders and she ran off to get them. After she brought them their drinks, she stopped by the Sons table to say hi and get their drinks. Seeing Jax's narrowed eyes at her, she glanced at Lux to try and figure out if he was angry with her about something, but Lux just rolled her eyes, mimicking shooting herself in the head.

"What were you talking to them about?" Jax asked. Jess raised her eyebrows at Jax's accusing tone, glancing over her shoulder at the Niners table before returning to Jax.

"Nothing, I was getting their drink orders," she said, "Oh, and LeRoy offered me a job," she added, grinning.

"You know that wouldn't be such a bad idea," Juice said, "She could get intel on them for us."

"Yeah, and get her god damn head blown off for her trouble," Jax spat at Juice, shaking his head.

Jess looked between the two, frowning in confusion. She had yet to realize how complicated relationships were between all these different groups. First Lux can't figure out if the Mayans are friends or enemies and now the Sons are talking about needing intel on a group that they seemed to be relatively friendly with. And she had a feeling Jax wasn't exaggerating about her getting her head blown off, which did nothing to ease her mind.

"Okay.. so I'll bring you guys a round of Buds?" Jess asked, changing the subject. They nodded and she hurried off to the bar to grab their beers. Lux turned to Jax, looking at him sideways and he reluctantly returned her gaze.

"What?" he asked.

"When are you just going to admit you're not over her?" she asked. Jax glared at her.

"Drop it, Lux," he said, his voice low. Lux shrugged, sitting back in her chair.

"Okay," she agreed, "For now. But you know I'm right."

Author's Note: Happy Easter everyone! I wanted to try to get this chapter posted before I was off doing Easter things. I want to give a BIG SUPER HUGE EXTRA LARGE THANK YOU to all of you who reviewed the last chapter. You know how to make our day!

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