Sorry that I haven't updated in ages. I'm not one of those authors who can write a fantastic chapter in an hour and keep getting new chapters out to you every few days. Tbh, my dog has a bigger attention span than I do, so it's kind of an achievement that I am still writing this. Thank you for your kind messages, they mean so much to me.

Now, onto the porn.

Long after all of the bubbles have disappeared and the water has turned cold, Jax helps her out of the bath and slowly proceeds to dry every inch of her body. He takes his time, taking in all of the changes to her body, his hands ghosting over her skin when he's finally done. She greedily takes in the sight of his wet body, her tongue dying to trace the drops of water dripping down his chest. He carelessly wipes the towel over himself, oblivious to her hungry stare. Her body aches once more to finally have him inside of her after being deprived of him for months, but she quells the urge to pull his mouth down to hers and fuck him into oblivion on the bathroom floor.

He carefully wraps a towel around her and ignores her amused look. "I'm not a doll Jax, I'm not going to break."

If he was anyone else other than Jackson Teller, she's pretty sure that he would be blushing right now. Instead he merely meets her eye with a serious look and says, "I know how strong you are Tara. There's no need to remind me." He looks away then. "Just let me take care of you for a change."

All jokes die on her tongue. She thinks of the last few weeks and wants to say, you do take care of me, but the words die in her throat when he kisses her. He takes her hand in his and leads her to their bedroom, naked as the day he was born.

Jax sits himself on the bed and then helps her to straddle him. He drops the towel and lets his eyes travel over her body. His gaze makes her insides turn to liquid, he makes her feel beautiful even when she feels as though she has gained a hundred pounds since they last did this. Her breath comes quickly as his calloused hands ghost down her sides to press a reassuring hand against her swollen belly. "I love seeing you like this," he murmurs.

"I'm only going to get bigger."

Jax pats her ass and smirks. "Good."

Tara rolls her eyes and replies, "Neanderthal." Jax laughs. Her heart is thumping wildly against her chest and despite the fact that she can still see that blonde whore riding her husband in her mind, it's in the past now, and it doesn't matter anymore. Not while he's looking at her like that, with want and depth. His hands cup her face and he kisses her sweetly.

"I've fucked up so many times," Jax says quietly, his hands framing her face. "I don't want to mess this up, and if that means we wait then I'm all for it. I don't want you to ever regret letting me back in."

She swallows tightly. "I have regretted a lot of things in my life, I can't even begin to name them. But I will never regret you, Jackson."

Jax looks at her in disbelief, as though he still can't believe that she still wants him after everything. "I'm never going to deserve you."

Tara's blood runs cold. "What do-"

"But it doesn't matter, because I'm far too selfish to let you go."

Tears sting her eyes and before she can think too much of his words Jax claims her lips once again, his tongue slowly making it's way into her mouth. Tara drapes her arms around his still damp skin and pulls him to her tighter. The kiss that follows is all hot breath and wet tongue. A whimper escapes her throat. Even after all of these years, he can still drive her crazy with only the simplest touch. Jax pulls away, his chest heaving against hers.

His finger runs down her slit, gathering the wetness that is already seeping out of her and dragging this thumb lazily against her clitoris. "Jax," Tara sighs breathlessly.

"Do you want me to stop?" he rasps.

"No," Tara says, brushing her lips against the corner of his mouth. The ghost of a smile hovers on his lips as his deft fingers part her folds and stroke her gently. Tara fists her hand in his hair and rocks against his hand. He presses a gentle kiss to her neck and whispers how good she feels, how much he loves her and how he's missed her. He works her over until she's crying out in pleasure and coming against his fingers.

Tara struggles to catch her breath as she comes down from her orgasm. She nuzzles her nose against his and brushes a soft kiss against his lips.

No words are said. He looks at her, once again to give her an out but Tara's done with running away.

He guides her onto his cock, his mouth parting in a gasp as she takes him in. Tara sighs, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she gets used to the familiar feeling of Jackson being inside of her once more. Gone are the months of loneliness, of confusion and desperation of what is to come. She believes that they can be extraordinary together, a force to be reckoned with, rather than just ordinary apart.

Tara pushes back the hair that has fallen into his face and just for a moment he looks like the sixteen year old boy she fell in love with, all soft eyes and that damn smirk. She presses a soft kiss to his lips. "I've missed this."

Jax thrusts up into her gently and whispers, "Me too."

He rocks into her, slow and purposeful as he kisses along the line of her jaw, teasing at her skin with his tongue and teeth. His hands move over her skin, sliding up her sides and across her back, pulling her in until they are skin to skin. He ducks down to trail wet kisses down her exposed chest, wrapping his lips around a dark, pebbled nipple and sucking, his teeth scraping over her skin and digging in just enough to earn a strangled noise from her throat. She tugs on his hair and arches up into the embrace of his mouth.

He smirks, sliding a hand up and cupping her breast, kneading it as he soothingly lapped and kissed her nipple, flicking his tongue and keeping an eye on her face as she bites her lip and watches him. "Gently," Tara reminds him, her breath coming raggedly.

Jax presses a kiss to each breast in apology and brushes a kiss against her lips. His hands tighten around her hips. "I love you," he breathes with gravity against her skin, breath tracing a trail across her cheekbone.

This is home. This is heat and passion and comfort, all wrapped up in one.

"I should check on the boys," she says softly in his ear, though she makes no effort to move. They have spent hours reacquainting themselves with one another, hands exploring skin that is familiar but in her case foreign. She reaches out and strokes the back of his thigh. She can do that now. She can touch him again, kiss him, taste him.

He was hers again. Hers to touch, to rouse, to command.

"No," he groans.

"The boys-"

"Are fast asleep.."

"But-"

"Shh." He lifts his head and kisses her long and lingering. Tara spreads her legs and he presses himself against her aching center. She hides a smile when she notices that he's careful to not rest his weight on her stomach. All thoughts about needing to get up vanish from her mind. "I intend to make up for lost time," he breathes against her lips. Tara frowns when he rolls off of her and stands.

"Get on your hands and knees," Jax says, his voice husky. Tara rolls over and braces herself. She jumps when Jax shifts her legs further apart before sitting behind her. He runs a hand over her backside.

"Fuck me," Tara breathes, her voice a gentle whine throughout the quiet house.

Jax runs his knuckles down her slit but otherwise remains still. "You've never been this demanding before babe." She doesn't have to turn around to know that he's smirking. His fingers slide over the slick folds of her cunt, teasing her but never making contact with where she wants him the most. He slides a finger inside of her and Tara cries out, rocking against the digit desperately but it's not enough. "Jesus, you're soaked," and for a moment he almost sounds in awe of her.

"Yeah well, that's the second trimester for you," Tara snaps. "I've rubbed myself raw and used every toy that I can get my hands on but I always want more."

Jax laughs throatily, and presses a kiss on her backside. "Well, I'm here to take care of you now." Tara's heart flutters at his words and she's unable to contain the smile on her face.

"Yes you are," she says quietly.

There's a moment of silence, and Jax slides another finger inside of her. He curls his fingers in just the right way that has her crying out in pleasure. "But I'm curious, where exactly have you been keeping these toys?"

Tara flushes and snaps, "None of your business!"

Jax laughs and nips at skin. "Come on babe. Don't take it out on me. It's not my fault you're horny all the goddamn time." He twists his fingers inside of her, and she's suddenly coming with a surprised, "Oh!" sounding through the room.

He goes to remove his fingers but Tara says, "No, carry on," her voice shaking. "That's bullshit. It is your fault. You got me pregnant. And there's something in the Teller genes, I'm telling you."

Jax snorts, but doesn't argue with her. Instead he rubs her clit, already hard and aching for attention the moment that he buried his fingers into her.

Her arms shake in frustration and she is absolutely dying here. The fingers buried inside of her pumps into her quickly, never once alternating from the fast pace. She's wanted this for so long, Jax's touch that makes her skin burn and she just can't fucking take this anymore. She can feel her orgasm pulling at the far reaches of her mind, but she just needs more.

"Jax, please," she begs pathetically, all pride gone out of the window.

"Hmm?" he breathes, his breath hot against her skin.

"I need more! Please! Fuck me!"

"Not yet." She whines pathetically at his words but she outright sobs when he parts her cheeks and slowly slides a finger into her ass. There's a delicious burn as he stretches her that goes straight to her groin. It's been a long time since he has done this to her, and she aches for him all the more. "Jax, please!" He moves the digit carefully, twisting and curling inside of her along with the two fingers inside of her cunt.

"You're so beautiful like this," he growls. "All spread out before me." He lands a quick smack on her ass, making Tara cry out in surprise and rocking her hips against him desperately. Her hands fist the sheets desperately. "Seeing you like this, dripping down your thighs just from having my finger in your ass." He adds another finger and Tara can barely contain her squeal. She sobs desperately and pushes back with renewed vigor. "That's it babe, fuck my fingers." His lips press against her ass and she's just done.

Wave after wave of pleasure passes through her as she comes around his fingers, her entire body shaking until he finally slips his fingers out of her.

He doesn't give her time to recover. Before she can even form a single though he's grabbing hold of her hip and rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit before sliding into her. Tara's mouth opens in a silent cry, too far gone to do anything but hold on for the ride. He plows into her, his thrusts sharp and punishing.

Her arms shake and just when she's sure she's about to drop Jax drapes himself across her back and wraps an arm around her swollen belly to support the added weight. His hot breath pants across the back of her neck. Tara whines and curves her spine to deepen his thrusts, clenching her cunt around his cock. Jax groans and buries his face in her neck.

"That's it babe, come around my cock."

A scream builds up in her throat as he circles his hips once more. "I c-can't," Tara pants. She sobs when Jax pinches her nipple and then she's lost to a pleasure so intense that she's surprised she doesn't pass out. He fucks her in short jabs as she comes around his cock, and with what little strength she has left, she pushes back into him. His hips stutter in his thrusts and then he's shouting in her ear as he finds his release. He presses a gentle kiss to the back of her neck and then carefully settles them back on the bed.

She's completely spent.

They lie peacefully together, welded with the sweat of their efforts, listening to each other breathe. Jax stirs, lifting his face from her hair. He bends his head and kisses her long and lingering. "Go to sleep," he says, running a hand through her hair. The words are barely out of his mouth before she's asleep.

Jax wakes to the feel of Tara's naked body pressed up against his and her head using his arm as a pillow. He aches to move a little, but his limbs feel at once weightless and heavy as lead. He's too tired to even smile. He rests his head against the top of Tara's and breathes in the scent of her, of them. The past few months had him questioning if he would ever have this with her again. He sighs, feeling pretty fucking euphoric actually.

He thinks back on last night and runs his hand over his face in disbelief. He has to resist the urge to pinch himself to make sure that this isn't a dream. Because in truth, he has spent many nights dreaming about the things he did last night to his wife over the last few months.

He gazes down at his sleeping wife. Jax resists the urge to let his hand sink into her hair. Resists leaning forward and pressing his mouth to hers. Instead he runs the tip of his finger over the apple of her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looks beautiful like this. A deadly combination of strength, vulnerability and love. She looks happy. The blanket rests low on her hips and her bare skin and breasts are exposed to his eyes. And her swollen belly. He drops his hand to feel the smooth skin that is currently protecting their child. He never thought that he would be so into a pregnant woman, but it silently thrills him to know that every transformation to her body is because his child necessitated it.

Or perhaps it's just because it's Tara.

He loves her. More than she can possibly imagine. He's been with hundreds of women. From sweet, naïve women hoping to have a wild night with a biker, to porn stars and pros willing to do anything he says. But when it comes down to it, there is only one woman for him. He thinks of Ima and Colette, of how the only reason he fucked them was the only way he knew how to hurt Tara as much as she had hurt him.

Thinking of it disgusts him.

She may have forgiven him, but he promises silently to himself to never give her a reason to doubt him ever again.

She stirs and Jax pulls his hand away hastily. Green eyes open slowly and for a moment she stares at him with a dumbfounded expression that is fucking adorable, but then the most beautiful smile appears on her face and she whispers shyly, "Hi."

Jax finds himself smiling back at her and whispering, "Hi."