Short chapter!
I do not own the SOA cast, they all belong to Kurt Sutter. I only own my characters, Esther, Everett and Jack! I don't own Kamehameha either. Sad. Or Spiderman. I make no money from this!
It smelled fresh inside, the house was all in order. Right on the wall near him, her wedding photo. It was her, and enough to make him crack a smile, she'd always been a complete nerd. Oceanside, in her immaculate white wedding dress, she was performing a Kamehameha on the groom's wedding party, including her husband, they were in mid-air, looking as if they were getting blown away. He showed it to Jax, who held a chuckle, she used to say that constantly. Pretend to Kamehameha them when she was pissed off at them. That, or a Dragon Slave. Mouth sound effects included.
-Kamehameha, mother fucker.
He placed it back on the wall, a few pictures over was his funny take on a wedding picture. That one he finds stupid. She's looking down, but her face is beautiful, she had one hand cupping his neck, and idiot is rolling his eyes back, tongue sticking way out licking her face.
Then there's the photo he's been wanting to see. It's a little blond thing with dark orbs, gangling arms she's yet to grow comfortable having, legs, too, she's hanging upside down from monkey bars, she looks about six years old. Esther wrote a hashtag at the bottom of the photo. #FearlessCrew, it says.
On the other wall, another photo of that same kid, school picture, she's wearing a pink batman shirt, her hair loose on her shoulders, her eyes are really dark. The picture is personalized, "Everett L. Kerns" with the year, this year, it's probably one of the most recent photos. He runs his fingers across it, before putting it back on the counter and crossing to the living room. More family photos, it's messier than the kitchen well lived-in, there's a cat licking up on one of the couches, a little orange cat, not a kitten, but not a fat cat either. There's a computer on sleep-mode in the living, and a pile of mail on the stand beside the door. Esther Gallegos. Jack Gallegos. One hand-written letter for Evvie Kerns, from one "Jessa" that lives in Pasadena. That letter's decorated with hearts and stickers.
There's three bedrooms. And in the lit hallway, a photo that confused him. Chocolate haired boy, of about eight years as well, with dark eyes, wearing a Spiderman shirt, sale year as the picture of Everett in the kitchen. "Patrick Gallegos", It just doesn't make sense to him. Jax shrugs, doesn't know either. That first bedroom is Patrick's. Superhero themed, standard. The kid is sleeping peacefully, tough the room smells of piss. The kid is sleeping head at the feet, curled up in a ball, there's a big stain near the head, shit. That kid's still pissing his bed.
-Shit, I hope the pant pisser isn't mine.
It's almost a relief to see a photo near Everett's door, labeled with Esther's handwriting, "The day Patrick was born", a pregnant blonde wearing a polka dot dress and the Jack dude standing in an orange grove, she looks about to pop, and she isn't Esther.
Everett's room is sports themed, football and baseball, she's got a few trophies for soccer and dancing, and she's seemingly have a ton of friends, she has a cork billboard with so many pictures stuck to it some are completely covered by others. And the window is covered with motivational stickers and quotes about fair play, winning with humbleness and losing with self confidence. In the bed, Everett sleeping, her hair is sparse on the pillow, her shirt is on the pillow, she sleeps like her parents. Constricted in a shirt, but it has to be nearby, just in case. Sleeping under the covers with just the tail peaking pout, another cat.
In the master bedroom, the guy fell asleep watching CNN, Happy has a lot of trouble not just putting a pillow to his face and shooting through. Her side of the bed has a mom clutter, he turns around and goes to sit in the living room, it's almost one in the morning. Jax lights a cigarette, leaning back on the recliner, has a whisper.
-Now what?
-Now, we wait until she gets back from work.
After his cigarette, Jax went for a nap after pulling the recliner seat down, feet kicked up, himself chewed in the toothpick he still had with a heinous passion, shaking his foot about and staring out the window. At two, the guy came out of the master bedroom and went to the bathroom, cussed when he tripped on something in there, then went back to bed.
Three thirty, some headlights in the driveway, he gave Jax a kick of the foot, that made him jump up, the recliner snapping back into a seating position that put the cat on high alert, it fled towards the bedrooms.
-What?
-She's here.
-I'll be in the kitchen.
Jax stands, walks away while rubbing his face, Happy leans his elbows on his knees, extended towards the front door, eyes glues to her form getting out of the car, she locks it back, walks towards the door, unlocks the metal screen and pulls it open, pushes the wooden door open while pulling the metal one back to closed, she locks it, leaves the wooden one open, it lets in a nice draft. She doesn't smell of vanilla and lavender anymore. She smells of oranges. He's almost disappointed by the change. he hears her purse on the mail table, and the light comes on. She looks tired, kicks her pumps off, leans down right away to pick them up, she has a yelp when she straightens up and sees him, shoes against her heart.
-Shit! I thought you were still in county!
-Fresh out, babe. I missed you.
-You can't be here, Hap.
She doesn't sound defensive, or mad, or even convinced. Her voice is soft, he has to blink slowly a few times, by the way she says his name. She almost gives him shivers. She licks her lips, starts towards the hallway.
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