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Chapter 6

"Thomas!"

He swore that his son was put on this Earth to drive him absolutely insane.

"Coming! Shit..."

"What was that?" Tara walked into the room heels in her hand.

Thomas ran down the stairs tugging at his tie.

"Sorry Ma. It's just that the Old Man is driving me..."

"Insane?" Jax finished off. "Funny, you say that cause I was just thinking the same thing about you, you little shithead."

"Jackson, language," said Tara, a stern look on her face.

"Oh Mom, don't try to act all innocent," countered Sadie as she walked into the room. "We all know you cuss too. In fact, if I remember correctly, the F word came out of your mouth a couple of times late last night. I heard them when I was getting something to snack on while watching tv."

Tara looked completely mortified as Jax bit his inner cheeks so to stop from laughing out loud.

"By the way," Sadie continued. "The next time you two want to have sex, keep it a little on the low side. You have kids, you know."

Tara blushed a deep red as Thomas looked competes disgusted.

"Yes, we do know we have kids. How the hell do you think you were made," responded Jax.

"Jackson!"

"Dad!"

Jax laughed. "Just keeping it honest. There was a lot of sex going on before you two were conceived and afterwards. And that won't stop anytime soon."

Tara slapped his arm and Thomas opted to walked out the room into the kitchen, his long dark brown hair pulled back in a bun.

"You are something else, Dad."

"And don't you forget it," Jax wrapped his arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her head.

"Thomas, let's go, we are going to be late," yelled Tara.

Tara tried to hold her emotions in check but she couldn't help the tears that were streaming down her face. She tried to calm herself as much as she possible could knowing that it wasn't healthy for the baby but never had she been happier than in that moment. Jax wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, his other hand rubbing her five month pregnant belly.

"You, crying, is not good for my baby," whispered Jax.

She looked up at him and saw the concern behind his eyes.

She nodded and tried to hold down another sob. Being closer to fifty than thirty was hard on this pregnancy. She, honestly, thought she would never be pregnant again after Sadie"s disastrous delivery. But life had a way of throwing curveballs when one least expects it.

She was scared. Scared that things wouldn't go right with this final baby. The risk of things going wrong were exponentially higher and she and Jax were not as young as they once were. Her doctors reassured them that things would be alright just as long as she took care of herself and just as long as she had the most stress free pregnancy on this Earth.

Easier said than done with three teenage children and one husband whose libido rivaled even the horniest of teenagers.

She groaned as she thought about her daughters' words. They were a bit loud last night.

Jax looked at her questioningly and she just shook her head and tried to focus on the speaker in front of them.

Of course that failed miserably and Tara couldn't help but blush of the thoughts that were running on her mind. She leaned closer to Jax to whispered on his ear.

"How much longer before he goes on?"

Jax looked at his Movado watch, a small gift from her after they celebrated their ten year anniversary.

"About an hour," he whispered back. "Why?"

"In ten minutes, I'll meet you by the entrance."

She stood and made her way out.

This had to be one of the most insane things he has ever done but he loved it.

He fucking loved every damn minute of it.

He pounded into Tara has she held onto the desk, her moans getting louder the harder he drove into her.

The sweat was accumulating in his brow and he knew they had to hurry. Time was of an essence at this point.

One of his hand reached towards Tara's front and he massage her bundle of nerves making her clench immediately around his hard member. Her body shook from her orgasm and he held onto her and his own ripped havoc on his body.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Jax slowly pulled out of her and helped her bring her dressed down from where it was bunched up on her waist. He tugged himself inside his slacks and smiled at Tara who was straightening up as much as she could.

"I am telling you, babe. That little one in there is a boy," said Jax as he pointed at her swollen belly.

Tara rolled her eyes as she helped him with his askew tie.

"We will find out in four months."

When she was done with his tie, she smoothed the wrinkles from her emerald summer dress.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Like you have been thoroughly fucked by your handsome and well hung husband."

She laughed as she opened the door, "what a class act you are, Teller."

"Where have you two been? It's almost time!"

"We took a trip to the Principals Office," he answered smoothly as he sat next to Tara.

"Mom, Dad, you two have a serious problem," Thomas said looking at both his parents with utter bewilderment.

Tara gave her son a sheepish smile and Jax just winked.

"Shhh," Sadie turned to look at them. "It's time!"

The Principal stood, "now class and guest, please give a round of applause to this years' valedictorian Abel Teller! Mr. Teller will be joining the Columbia University Visual Arts Department this upcoming fall on a full scholarship. His unique and timeless art pieces have captivated the attention of not only the members of our community but that of the prestigious university as well. Please welcome to the stage, Abel Teller."

Tara felt the lump form in the back of her throat as she stood with the rest of the auditorium, applauding the achievement of her eldest son. She sneaked a peek at Jax and saw the pride spread across his features as their son walked to the podium and smiled at the crowd.

Abel cleared his throat.

"I'll keep this short and sweet cause let's be honest, no one wants to sit here longer than necessary considering that it's a beautiful summer day. Now, I know I am suppose to thank all my teachers and school officials for enduring the torment that has been this graduating Senior class. But I want to detour this speech to talk about something much more profound and time worthy. Now I know most of my peers see me as the shy artist who just happened to get exemplary grades. This is true, however there is much more to me than meets the eye. For instance, most of you do not know that I was not meant to be here today.

Some might say that it was a higher being that grace me with the miracle of standing on this podium. I disagree. The reason why I am standing here is because eighteen years ago, I was blessed to have a gifted surgeon who saved my life shortly after my birth. My biological mother shot herself with enough crank during her pregnancy that I was born with a hole in my stomach and a defected heart. Luckily for me, this brilliant surgeon fought for my life and from that moment became the most amazing and selfless mother in this world. My Mom, Dr. Tara Teller-Knowles, is an extraordinary woman who has guided me, my siblings and my father even in the darkest of times never wavering in her love for us. She is the light of our lives and without her not one member of my family would be here today.

Now, most of us take for granted the love of our parents. The story of my parents is rare yet beautiful to say the least. Both grew up in a small town in California. According to my Uncle Bobby, my parents fell in love at the age of sixteen and became a force to be reckon with. Dad was part of an outlaw motorcycle club and my Mom was the science nerd who couldn't wait to leave the small time life. A small town girl with big dreams and a nice rack. Those words are Uncle Bobby's, not mine.

At nineteen, she made the hard decision to leave her home and the love of her life to be become someone her future kids could be proud of. My Dad was devastate and lived an empty life until my Mom returned ten years later. Fate would have it that my father's ex-wife, my biological mother would overdose shortly after my Mom's return to Charming.

My Dad once told me that the moment he knew that my Mom saved his son was the moment he knew he would never let her slip from his fingers again. It was at that moment that he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life, with her by his side. And he wanted my Mom to be the mother of all his children. Well, Dad, it seems like your wish came true.

They have come a long way but eighteen years later and three and a half kids later they are still here, together watching me,either eldest son, give this speech.

My point is the following, life has a weird way of going about. Sometimes it is the people who you least expect it that will have the most profound impact in your life.

Twenty years ago, my Mom just wanted to be a surgeon. Fast forward two years later, she had a sick child that she took as her own and raised him as best as she could.

My Dad has also come a long way from being an outlaw. Now, he is a best selling author and amazing counselor to more street kids than most people I know.

Life was not kind to my parents at first but they are living proof that if one works hard and never gives up that the most beautiful thing could arise. Their love story is one for the books. Their love is like a rose that bloomed from the concrete.

So instead of thanking my teachers and counsellors and friends and my annoying siblings, who I love dearly, I want to thank my parents. Dad, thank you for giving everything you grow up knowing to keep our family safe. I know you miss the open road and the freedom of being in an MC but please know that everyday I am thankful that neither myself nor my siblings grew up in Charming.

And Mom. You are grace and beauty in the flesh. I love you more than words could ever describe and thank you. Thank you for your sacrifices, for your hugs, your kisses and your unconditional love. Mom, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. I love you."

"You know, crying is not good for my baby."

Jax turned around and looked at his wife, who was leaning against the door of the bathroom.

He save her a watery smile. "You are the one with our boy in your belly not me."

She pushed away from the stall and walked towards him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gently kissed his lips.

"Yes, but what you feel, I feel, baby. You and I are one."

He wrapped his arm around her. "His speech was beautiful."

"Yes it was. I was crying the whole time."

"We got lucky, didn't we?" Jax asked.

Tara nodded. "We sure did. Abel being alive is probably one of the biggest blessings we have had. And Thomas and Sadie too. We got damn lucky, baby."

Jax leaned down and kissed her beautiful lips.

"Baby, we got to go. They are waiting for us. Graduation pictures have to be taken."

"Okay, gimme a minute."

Jax turned around and splashed some cold water on his face.

"Well, it's a good thing you don't have any mascara on. Don't want to ruin that pretty face," Tara teased.

Jax laughed and he wiped his face with a paper towel. He wrapped his arm around his wife and together they walked out the bathroom into the school's empty halls.

"You know, our son did say something right in that speech of his."

Tara looked up at him and smiled," yea, what was that?"

Jax stopped walking and turned to her. "You are our sunshine, Tara. Our only sunshine."

Tara gave him one of her beautiful smiles and kissed his lips. "Baby, I got a name for this little one here, if it's a boy."

Jax tilted his head. "What do you have in mind?"

"John Harry Teller-Knowles."

Jax swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"After my Dad and Opie?"

Tara nodded as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"After the two men who gave up so much so you could be the man you are today."

A tear slid down his face and Tara gently kissed it away.

"I love you, Tara."

"I love you, Jax."