It's a little slow, I know. I just want a rich set up before all the shit goes down. Bear with it, or don't. As always though, be kind in your reviews and if you can't be kind, be honest. MKAngelus
"Jax," she replied with hesitation as well as a small smile. He was still as handsome as he'd been when they met, a few years older, a few more scars, but those eyes and that body were still stone cold steel.
"Why are you here Wendy?" He asked absentmindedly noting that the garage door was sliding shut as they spoke.
"How have you been Jax?" She ignored him; she had something to say and wasn't going to be deterred. Coming here had seemed like a good idea and at one time she and Jax were able to communicate somewhat. Admittedly their relationship was mostly physical, but there were the few odd times when they'd connected elsewhere. Jax sighed and looked down at her; he could almost guess what was going on behind those heavily shadowed brown eyes. She was looking to reconnect and be a 'family', one thing about Wendy, give her an inch and she'd take a mile. He knew that she'd hung on to his recommendation that she gets sober and he'd think about it, he'd expected to see her crawling back long before now, however once he and Tara had heated up and then Abel's abduction and subsequent trip to Ireland to get him back and his own incarceration he'd completely blocked her from his mind. Concentrating on the club, his old lady and his sons more than his past.
"Fine Wendy, you?" Jax wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to make this any easier than it had to be. She needed to know the story and then be on her way.
She looked past him to see Opie coming out of the office door, a giggling toddler slung over his shoulder and a baby seat in one hand. A tiny fist waving in the air as he carried both of the kids towards the swings and slide that had been built in the corner of the lot. Additions had been made, now almost completely shaded and with a sand box that Abel was addicted to and spent most of his time playing in. Being the prince of a motorcycle club that was fronted by an auto repair business he was never far from a Hot Wheel, Tyco, or Tonka truck, plus hundreds of miniature motorcycles. She turned back to Jax and looked into his blue eyes to get herself centered and said, "I'm doing really well Jax. I've been sober for over a year, I've got a job and a place of my own, I've worked really hard. I volunteer at the rehab center for teens and I've started seeing someone." Her voice quieted slightly on the last bit, but she felt he needed to know.
"That's all great Wendy, I'm happy for you. What are you doing here?"
All at once she realized that he wasn't going to make this any easier for her, she should have called first, however the only phone number that she still had was the TM number and although she'd called it a couple of times out of rehab, she'd never been able to get through to him. He was never here according to whoever answered the phone. Which was true, he'd been in Stockton.
She plunged right in, "I'm here to see Abel."
"That's not gonna happen Wendy. He has a mother." Jax said his response flat and cold.
"I'm his mother Jax and I know what my rights are."
Jax barked out a short laugh, "Your rights? Your fuckin' rights?" he said incredulously, "Your rights to fuckin' kill him before he was born? Were those the rights you were talking about? Because I don't think they translate too much, he has a mom that isn't a junky whore who cares more about her high than her son. He doesn't need you, and you don't need to see him." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, tossing the match to the ground and taking a deep drag before he exhaled he said, "You can go now, live your clean and sober life and don't worry about Abel, Tara and I have made sure he's safe so you can stop your 'mommy' complex and move on." He started to turn towards the play area, it was really too hot for Wyatt to be out there even though Opie was keeping him in the shade, he needed to be inside and since he was just fuckin' around here anyway, he might as well take them both home.
Wendy held herself in check, forcing the tears that threatened to spill over her lashes to hold off she replied, "Fine Jax, if you want to be an asshole and keep me from my son, you leave me no choice but to give you this." She reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of papers, reluctantly Jax took them and pawed through them.
"What the fuck Wendy? You think you can get custody of my fuckin' son? Are you out of your god damn junky mind?"
"I told you Jax, I'm clean and I've made progress and I'm still making progress and you and I never made any formal decisions, I don't care who you're banging now or how many other kids you have, I want to see my son and if you aren't going to let me, then the court will."
Jax was pissed; he'd had about all the courthouses he'd wanted to have in the last two years not to mention all the fuckin' drama he could handle. This would kill Tara, she had a lot to adjust to when he'd gone to jail, suddenly single and pregnant to boot, she'd been the one to bear all of the responsibility not to mention having Wyatt and now taking care of two babies. Gemma and Lila and Neeta had all helped, all the women of the club had pitched in when they could, and the boys were after all the princes of the club, their daddy being the next in line for the throne. But Tara had never given up and after all of this shit had gone down, he'd promised her that it was over. He was going to make changes that made sure that the boys wouldn't ever have to worry about their early starts in life. Now, Wendy making noise about court, he could just imagine how she was going to feel if she thought that Wendy had a snowball's chance in fucking hell of seeing that kid.
"Wendy, you bitch, you do what you have to do. You're not seeing Abel no matter what your papers or your damn lawyer says," Jax said crushing his cigarette under his boot, "Nothing you do will make me change my mind, now get the hell off of my property." He was holding onto his temper by a thread. Wendy glanced at the playground and Jax moved over to block her view, "Go on, go." He said tucking the papers into his back pocket; he'd give them to Rosen to see what all he could do to make sure they never even made it to court.
Sniffing slightly Wendy turned on her heel and made her way to the blue truck she'd arrived in. As she climbed in, Jax realized there was someone else in the truck. Someone else he'd recognized. He knew the guy, and the ink on his arm proclaimed exactly who he was involved with. Jax couldn't place his name though, although if he was a Nord, it wouldn't be hard to lean on Darby and get one. He watched until the truck pulled out the lot and then made his way to the play area.
"So brother, what the fuck?" Opie asked as he dumped sand out of a bucket into the Tonka truck Abel was pushing around. "Wendy wants to see Abel." Jax said in a dead voice.
"Well, she saw him right? So fuck her." Opie said a slight grin on his face, he knew that wasn't what Jax meant, but he was trying to lighten the air.
Grinning himself he answered, "Yeah, she saw him, but she wants to see him on a regular basis and according to this shit," he tossed him the paperwork, "She wants to see him alone, as in 'partial custody'."
Opie picked up the paperwork as Abel ran made noises, revving and zooming a small motorcycle over his shoulders as he read. He skimmed the papers and saw that it was a court summons for custody and that he had to respond before a certain date. While he looked them over, Jax unbuckled Wyatt and picked him up. He was a sturdy baby and although his hair was darker than Abel's, he was every bit a Teller clone. He grabbed his dad's nose and babbled incoherently, cooing and laughing as he pulled hair and patted his cheeks. Jax had never expected that he would be a father and couldn't imagine that he'd have two sons, but once they were here he couldn't imagine his life without them. He wasn't a pussy about them, still rode, still did all the same shit he always did, but he always had their safety and the safety of their mom first and foremost in his mind now, whereas before they only thing that mattered was his club. Abel came over and said, "Up Daddy." And held his arms up, Jax obliged him and held both his boys in his arms as Abel leaned his head against his own and sighed.