Whispers of What We Were
Chapter 3
"Don't you 'hello Gemma' me you little selfish bitch. Where the hell are my grandchildren? How dare you take them away from us here!" Tara knew coming to the club first was not a very good idea.
Tara stood her ground. She had a few choice words for Gemma as well but bit her tongue. This was not neutral territory for Tara and Gemma anymore. They would have to hash out their problems another time.
"My children are with Donna right now. We're moving into my dads house."
Tara noticed a myriad of emotions pass across Gemma's face. Anger, then relief and happiness knowing that a part of her family would be back in Charming. The happiness was short lived however, "did Jax know about this? Why wouldn't he tell me?"
"I think Opie told him last week."
Gemma nodded. "The boys are in Chapel right now. Should be almost done. I'll give them shit then."
"Of course they are." Tara muttered. She looked over to the clubhouse, wondering what type of illegal activities they were involved in now. She had always known about the guns. Jax had always told her the truth but after four years apart, who knew what other outlaw jobs they had picked up.
"You still seem pretty bitter about this club Tara. What the hell are you doing back here then?"
"I have to take care of some things of my Dads." Apparently they were going to hash this out now. "And yes, I am still a little bitter about this club. This club almost got Abel and Emily killed!"
"Leaving this club could have gotten them killed too!" Gemma shouted. "You knew what you were getting into when you and Jax got together. I knew it was a bad idea even back then…"
Jax sat in his usual seat next to Clay. He wasn't really paying attention as Clay talked about their most recent problem with the Mayans.
KNOCK KNOCK
Everyone looked to the door that slowly opened, "Half Sack! What the hell is so important you have to interrupt us?" Tig asked him, ready to kick his ass.
"Ummm," Half Sack looked at Jax and Clay. "Your Old Ladies are going at it in the lot outside."
Jax and Clay looked at each other before quickly getting up from their seats and running outside.
Once outside Clay made his way over to his wife, who was currently yelling at Tara but Jax stopped midway. He couldn't get his feet to move any further. He watched as Clay led Gemma away from Tara. He also saw Clay smile at Tara, in a silent welcome back he didn't want Gemma to see.
His eyes fixated on her. The love of his life; the mother of his two beautiful children. She looked thinner than she had in the picture he had gotten in the mail, and she looked exhausted, the way she used to when she had spent all night studying for an exam and then would drive all the way from San Diego to Charming to get to him and their kids. Even tired and far to frail for his liking, Tara was still absolutely gorgeous.
Once Clay had successfully gotten Gemma into the clubhouse, Jax found his footing and walked over to her. He couldn't help but swallow loudly when he got a better glimpse of her in her tight jeans and tight button up blouse. Jax couldn't help but picture those buttons scattered on the pavement. He was still madly in love with the woman who had taken his kids and left him.
"Hi." Tara whispered.
"Hey." The embraced in a hug, and while intentionally platonic, both Tara and Jax couldn't help but linger a little bit longer. "So, you're back? The kids are alright?" Jax wanted to ask if she was alright as well but held back.
Tara smiled when he mentioned Emily and Abel. "The kids are great. I don't know how long I'll be here. I need to deal with some of my Dads stuff. I got a job at St. Thomas though."
Jax smiled. His wife truly astounded him. He was glad her dreams of being a doctor has come true. Of course she'd be able to get a job here; who wouldn't want her? "That's great Tara. I'm proud of you."
Tara remembered how hard it had been. Going to school in San Diego while Jax stayed in Charming with Emily and Abel, looking after them with Gemma's help. They had decided that would be their best option. "Thanks."
"So, where are Emily and Abel? I can't wait to see them."
"They are with Donna and her kids. They really want to see you too. Abel has been talking about you non stop."
"And Emily?"
Tara sighed, "she's still a little pissed that she had to leave her friends in Chicago. The first thing she asked when she got here was 'where is the mall?'"
Jax and Tara both laughed. There was so much unresolved tension between the two of them but talking about Emily and Abel came naturally to them, and calmed them.
"She's a big city girl now huh?"
"Something like that. But that's my fault. Chicago is a busy city. You can't help but get swept up in it. I'll probably take her into San Francisco for a weekend before school starts in the Fall."
"She'll like that…" Jax trailed off, remembering a bike trip he and Tara had taken to Golden Gate Park when they were seventeen and madly in love.
Both were uncomfortably silent, which was not common for them. They used to be able to sit in comfortable silence for hours, just enjoying each others company.
"Umm, I told Donna I wouldn't be too late. Do you want to come back to the house and see the kids? I didn't want to bring them here. I thought it might be a little bit overwhelming for them."
"You're right about that. I'll talk to Gemma. Get her to calm down. She should be happy her grandkids are back in Charming. And of course I want to see Emily and Abel. I'll follow you on my bike."
Tara closed her eyes, wishing he could be on the back of that bike with him. "Sure."
As Tara went to her car, Jax went to his bike. He watched her get into the old cutlass and couldn't help but smirk when her short rode up and he caught a glimpse of her lower back and the crow that was etched into her beautiful skin.
He was going to do everything in his power to win his family back. He wouldn't let them go again.
A/N: So, no flashback in this chapter. I did write one, but it ended up being three pages and not really going with the flow of this chapter. Loving the reviews I'm getting and hoping that you're all loving the story.
