A/N: This chapter was written while looping Go Radio's song Go To Hell over and over again.. :) I also want to thank a guest review for a suggestion. I THREW IT IN THERE! :) Since I can't respond to guest reviews, please review again and let me know what you thought! :)

After breakfast, Tara was able to get ahold of Margaret Murphy at St. Thomas. While Abel was allowed visitors, he wasn't allowed them until after 3 PM. This would leave the doctors enough time to do their rounds and the post op check on him. Jax and Tara decided that they would get all of their shopping done, and then head over to the hospital.

As Tara was grabbing her purse, Jax mentioned that they needed to go to TM to get the list of furniture he'd need.

"We left in such a hurry last time, I think I left the list sitting on the desk." Jax explained to her.

Tar was not excited about the idea of seeing Gemma. Tara knew there was no real love there from Gemma to Tara, and Tara wanted to avoid that at all costs. In her mind, she knew that she'd have to at least attempt to make things work, if the relationship with Jax was going to be successful, but Gemma Teller-Morrow was just one thing she wasn't ready to tackle yet.

Tara breathed a sigh of relief when they pulled into the lot and Gemma's Mercedes was missing.

"I'm going to go into the office and get the list." Jax said, walking away from her.

Tara was standing next to Jax's bike when she heard footsteps coming from the other direction. When she turned around, she saw Juice walking towards her.

"Morning Juice." Tara said politely.

"Hey, Tara." Juice was fidgeting nervously.

"You alright?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I really just wanted to apologize for the night we met. I don't really remember much about it, but I've been told by several people what an ass I made of myself." Jax admitted.

"Naw, it's alright. We all do shit when we're drunk." she waved her hand dismissively.

"Well, I really wanted to clear the air and apologize. I can see how things could, or will, progress between you and Jax, and that's not something that I want to have to deal with later." Tara laughed. Now she completely understood why he was nervous. He had basically been hitting on his VP's girlfriend.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, Jax overheard Kozik telling Opie that I was hot." Tara said, trying to make Juice less worried.

Juice stared at her for a moment, and then started laughing.

"Thanks. That does make me feel a lot better."

As they were finishing their conversation, Jax was walking out of Gemma's office.

"Hey Juice. Wanna let my mom know I'm not going to be in today? I'm going to take Tara here to Beck's Furniture and then we are going to go see my boy." Jax said.

"Yeah, man, no problem." Juice looked at him bewildered. Juice had thought that Jax would make a sarcastic comment or be mean to him in some way. Jax was climbing on his bike and Tara turned to look at Juice.

See, it's fine. she mouthed to him, before she climbed on the bike and they two made their way out.

They were walking into the furniture store when Jax turned to Tara.

"You basically need everything, huh?" he asked her.

"Basically." Tara replied sarcastically.

Jax knew that she came to Charming with literally only her clothes and some things of sentimental value. Why he would ask her what she needs is beyond her.

"I think for now, I'm just going to go with the basics. Bedroom set and living room set. I'll worry about dining room and the odds and ends at another time." She knew this was going to cost her a pretty penny, and she thanked her college roommate for showing her how to save money and live cheap. This cheap living is the only thing that is letting her afford to even buy a house and furniture to fill it with.

"Alright. On my list is a crib, obviously. And then also a rocking chair for the nursery and a new coffee table. Apparently Wendy was also throwing cigarettes out where ever she felt like it." Jax said with a disgusted tone in his voice.

They were in the bedroom section, Tara trying to decide between two different beds when they heard a distinct voice somewhere in the distance.

"You have to to be shitting me." Jax mumbled. "I just want to let you know in advance, I'm sorry for telling Juice where we'd be."

Before Tara could question him about that, Chibs and Opie came around the corner.

"Jesus Christ. They really are like children aren't they?" Tara asked.

"Oi, funny running into you here Jackie Boy." Chibs said. "I've come to get me a new...well something, I've come to get something."

"Yeah, you've come to get punched in the throat." Tara deadpanned.

All the men began laughing, and just like that, they were just another group of friends shopping together. Of course, only if normal people wore cuts, and a protective stance over a girl with a bandaged head. Other than all that, it's completely normal.

"Well, I've already picked out the living room set, I just can't decide on the bedroom set." Tara said, pointing between the two beds that were side by side.

"Oh! This is my favorite part. The testing. I like this one, it's right comfortable." Chibs said, climbing up on one of the beds.

"Not the mattress dumb dumb, the bed frame and dresser."

"Whoa, Doc. Someone's feeling a little testy today."

"No, I just hate shopping. It's never been fun for me. I'd rather be sitting at home, in my sweatpants, on my couch. Watching horrible made for TV movies, or reading a book."

Chibs looked at Tara as if she was in the process of growing a second head.

"Jackie Boy." Chibs staged whispered to him. "Are you sure she's a lady?"

And for that, and for giving Chibs a piece of her mind, Tara casually walked up to Chibs who was still laying in the bed, and punched him in the throat.

"You're right. I think I'll take this one." Tara said, and walked away to find a sales rep.

Jax and Opie just stood there dumbfounded for a moment before they broke into laughter. Chibs was laying on the bed, clutching his throat. It didn't necessarily hurt, but it sure did surprise him.

"What the fuck was that?" Chibs asked, getting his bearings enough to get off the couch.

"Well, Tara did say you came here looking to get punched in the throat. I think that you filled the quota for bullshit for the short amount of time you were here so she fulfilled her promise." Opie relied.

Opie and Jax stood there laughing, while Chibs sat on the edge of the bed coughing a little.

Tara came back with a sales rep and pointed to the bed that Chibs was laying on.

"I want that bedroom set, as well as the living room set I picked out earlier."

"Alright. And you want this all delivered tomorrow is that correct?" The sales rep looked a little nervous standing there with the three club members.

"Yeah, in the afternoon would be best."

Everyone followed Tara up the the cash register. Jax had picked out the things he needed within minutes of entering the store, so they were done with their shopping.

Jax paid for his things and waited while Tara's purchases were rung up.

"Alright miss, your total today comes to $1,982.67." Tara knew it'd be expensive, but her heart raced a little when she passed over her credit card. She was surprised when Jax spoke up.

"Can we do part cash, part credit?" Jax asked.

"Of course sir. What portion will be cash?" the cashier asked.

"A thousand will be cash." Jax pulled a big wad of cash out of his pocket, and counted out ten one hundred dollar bills.

"Jax, what are you doing?" Tara asked him, alarmed.

"Relax darlin'. I should have to pay for half. I'm going to get as much use out of it since I'll be there for a while." Jax explains.

"Well, in that case, I'll pay for the rest." Chibs said, coming up behind Tara.

"Oh, no you won't. I can't let you do that." Tara said to both men.

"Don't worry, I'll make Kozik pay me back half of my half love." Chibs said.

Tara was getting ready to argue with them. Let them know that she could afford it, and didn't need someone handing her money. Before she could form more of an argument however, her phone started ringing.

I don't want no scrubs. A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hanging out the passenger side of his best friends ride, trying to holla at me.

Tara dug into her purse, but couldn't find her phone. It went silent for a total of ten seconds and then started ringing again. The guys were laughing while trying to dance. The cashier was looking on with a confused smile on his face.

"Fucking bitch." Tara exclaimed when she finally found her phone.

"What the hell Donna! Am I ever going to live that shit down?" She greeted in way of hello.

"Yeah, probably not likely." Donna laughed. She had changed Tara's ringtone for when Donna's calls last night when Tara was sleeping.

"Bitch. What do you want? I'm in the middle of fighting with Jax and Chibs."

"Wow, starting the fighting kind of early in the day killer." Donna joked.

"Donna. What. Do. You. Want?" Tara punctuated every word.

"Alright, alright. I was just wondering if you and Jax were going to be here for dinner tonight?" Tara's angered ebbed away slightly.

"No, we won't be. Jax and I will be at the hospital with Abel."

"Are you going to get corralled into working again?" Donna asked.

"I don't think so. Especially with the bum rib, I think that they're going to give me the time I need before I officially start."

"And when is that exactly?" Donna asked.

"Wednesday. I have to go to the bank tomorrow to sign some more paperwork and get the keys. Then the furniture will be delivered. I basically have the whole day Tuesday to get settled in. I don't have much, so it won't be that hard."

Tara and Donna talked a little longer before Tara had to let her go. She hung up and turned back to the guys.

"I'm sorry about that. Where were we?" she asked.

"Well, you were getting ready to punch Jax in the throat." Chibs joked.

"Don't tempt me." Tara turned her steely gaze on Chibs.

He held his hands up in surrender and stood behind Opie.

"We're all done here darlin'. How about we go get some lunch and head to my house before we go see Abel?" Jax asked.

"No, I'm seriously pissed that you guys bought my stuff. I'm going to pay you back."

Chibs and Jax nodded in response, but they knew the'd never let her pay them back.

They stopped at the diner just around the block from the hospital to eat lunch. Opie and Chibs headed back to TM claiming they had to work or Gemma would kill them.

They sat at the diner talking until almost 3:00, and then made their way to the hospital.

"Ah, Tara. I was hoping to run into you. How are you feeling?" Margaret asked her.

"I'm doing well. There isn't much pain, except near my rib."

"I'm glad to hear that. You still going to be okay starting on Wednesday?"

"Oh, yeah."

Tara excused herself and her and Jax went to the neonatal unit.

"There's my boy." Jax exclaimed as he walked into the room.

"Oh, hello Mr. Teller." One of the nurses said from beside Abel's bed. She wore a smile that rubbed Tara the wrong way. Tara was used to Jax getting female attention, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

"How's he doing today?" Jax asked.

"Very well. You have a strong son there."

"Takes after his old man." Jax stated.

"I'll bet he does." the nurse murmured to herself.

Jax could feel the tension in the room, and knew that Tara was bothered by the nurse.

"Hey darlin'. Come over here and see the boy." Jax said, holding his arm out to Tara. She walked over and Jax pulled her into his side. He kissed the top of her head and leaned down to her ear.

"She's got nothin' on you babe."

Tara didn't take her eyes off the baby, but let a small smile grace her face.

"Oh, Mr. Teller. This was left for you." The nurse handed Jax an envelope and then left the room.

"Who the hell would leave you something at the hospital?" Tara asked him.

He didn't answer. He already knew who it was, and he didn't know if he wanted to read it.

"Wendy." Jax finally said after a very long silence.

That stopped Tara short. She knew there was no love lost between the two, but what if Wendy wanted to rekindle things? They obviously have a history, she is the mother of his son after all. Shaking her head, she decided that she couldn't dwell on it. She knew that Jax was in it with her, and he wouldn't jeopardize that.

With shaky fingers, Jax opened the envelope to reveal a handwritten letter. The penmanship was sloppy and erratic, but definitely Wendy's.

Jax,

I'm writing you this letter because you haven't come to see me yet. I guess I assumed you would. We have such a history, and I hate that you're not willing to sit down and talk to me. I made a mistake Jax. I never should have gotten back into drugs, I know that. I put my son in danger because I was too weak to face the reality. I missed you Jax. You were never around and then we were just done. You chose the club life over me and our child.

I'm not going to place blame solely on you, but you can't place it all on me either. We both made mistakes. I gave up my rights because I think that is the child's best chance of having a semi-normal life. I think that he could have a normal life if he didn't grow up in the club, but I know that isn't a possibility.

When I check out of here, I'm going straight to Promises. I was hoping that you might be willing to let me see him after I am clean and sober. I gave up my right as his mother, but I think I should still be able to get to know my son.

I'm checking out Monday morning. So please, come see me before then.

Wendy

Jax couldn't believe it. In one letter had basically told him that Abel's life would be better with someone else, and that she doesn't want him now, but maybe later she will.

"What a fuckin bitch." Jax exclaimed, still looking at the letter.

Tara didn't say anything, she didn't think it was her place to. Jax handed her the letter. He had intended to read it out loud for her to hear, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And now he's glad he didn't. If he'd read that letter out loud, he'd probably be in her room strangling her to death with a chord.

Tara took it and read the letter silently.

"Oh Jax, that's not true. The best place for Abel to be is with you, and the rest of his family." Tara rubbed Jax's back affectionately.

"What should I do, Tara? Should I go talk to her? I have a lot that I want to say."

Tara didn't think it was a good idea, but if this was the last chance that she got, she would support him.

"If you can remain calm, than yeah, I think you should. But if you're going to be over emotional, I think that you should wait."

Jax scoffed. "Wait for what? Once she checks out of the hospital, that's going to be the last time she is welcome anyone even close to my son."

Jax stayed in Abel's room to calm his nerves, and just be close to his son. He waited about an hour before he excused himself to go to Wendy's room.

He stopped with his hand still on the door handle.

"Do you think that you could come with me? You say I need to remain calm, but I don't know if I can do that. I think you're the perfect calming factor to all of this."

"Is that really a good idea, Jax? She's been through a lot and I don't think flaunting this in her face is going to help." Tara reasoned.

"We're not flaunting anything. She's been through a lot on her own volition. I just need you there."

Seeing the pleading look in his eye, she couldn't deny him. They stopped at the nurse's station to ask for the room number, and made their way to Wendy's room. Jax hesitated for only a second before he opened the door and lead them in.

Wendy was sitting in her bed, mindlessly flipping through channels on TV when she heard her door open.

"Jax." She said in astonishment. "I didn't think you'd come."

"Yeah, me either." he replied.

"I'm glad you did, though."

"Yeah, I'm not." Jax replied, running his hands through his hair. "Look, just say what you need to so I can get the fuck out of here and away from you."

"Did you read my letter?" Wendy asked him.

"Do you think I'd be here if I didn't? You basically said I should throw Abel away, just because you did. You're a stupid, selfish junkie. I'm glad my son will be rid of you." Jax seethed.

"Hey, he's my son too! I'm only doing what's best for him."

"Yeah? Is what's best for him almost killing him? How's he going to feel when he finds out his mother did time for almost killing him when she was pregnant. You didn't even care enough about him to keep him from dying!"

"I tried to stay clean, I did. I relapsed once and it just escalated from there. I would have told you, but you'd have gotten mad and we would have started fighting and I knew that wasn't good for me at that stage of pregnancy." Wendy said.

"You really are a dumb bitch. You're worried about a little arguing when you're shooting yourself up with crank. It wasn't like I would have fucking hit you, Wendy. I'd never lay a god damn hand on you."

Wendy broke down crying.

"I did what I thought was best. But now, I don't know. I'm here all alone. I face jail time for my drug habit, and I have no family to turn to."

"The crying isn't going to work on me, Wendy. This is of your own doing. I hope you go to jail for what you did. You deserve nothing else. I have half a mind to turn in your gun and drugs you had stashed. The only reason I don't is because they were in my house, and it'd end up blowing back on me."

Tara had stayed silent through the whole exchange. She watched Wendy's heart monitor as it starting fluctuating rapidly. Wendy was getting over excited and stressed out and it wasn't good for her.

"Jax, maybe we should go. She needs to stay calm right now." Tara said.

Wendy's face turned from grief to anger as she spotted Tara there for the first time.

"Oh, now I get it. You're going to run along and play house with her. She stepped in to a ready made family." Wendy spit out sarcastically.

"Hey! You don't get to talk to Tara that way." Jax yelled at Wendy.

"Oh, so this is the precious Tara. The woman of whom I was never able to live up to. You have Jax wrapped around your little finger, and you didn't even date. Must be some sort of magical power. You came back at the perfect time. Now you and Jax can rekindle your long lost love over my son."

Tara had heard enough.

"Hey! That little boy in there is lucky to be alive. It's not my fault you couldn't live up to my standards, they really aren't that high. I didn't come back to be with Jax and his family, I didn't even know he was having a family!" Tara stepped closer to Wendy, while Jax laid a hand on her shoulder.

"But let me tell you this. IF I had stayed in Charming. Jax wouldn't be here right now, fighting with you. He wouldn't have a son fighting for his life. He would be at home with me, a baby laid across his chest. Happy and healthy. He wouldn't be worrying about some junkie whore coming out of the wood works later in life needing a handout."

"Come on Tara, let's go. This isn't worth the trouble anymore." Jax said, trying to pull Tara to the door.

"Jax, wait. We're not done." Wendy said.

"Yeah, we are. This is the last time I'm ever going to see you Wendy. Unless you go to trial for the things you did to my son. If that's the case, I'll be there front and center." Jax said, and pulled Tara out of the room.

Tara walked beside him silently. She was angrier than she had been in a long time. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't even hear Jax talking to her.

"Come on, darlin'. Let's go see our little man."