As Jax layed in bed, he woke up with a huge smile because in his mind, he just had the most amazing dream. He dreamt that his beautiful wife Tara was alive and standing in front of him. But as reality started to sink in as Jax began to wake up, that terrible pain in his chest started to come back. He knew that it was only a dream; he knew there was no way that Tara could be alive. As he started to wake up, Jax started to become angry thinking about his dream. How could Opie keep such a secret from him about his wife knowing how destroyed he had been these past few weeks. Jax took a deep breath and told himself not to get angry because sadly it was only a dream….
As Jax layed down, he started to rub his eyes trying to wake himself up from the best and worst dream of his life. As he slowly started to open his eyes, he could see two shadows standing over him. Was his dream a reality? Was Tara really alive? Jax slowly started to sit up and rubbed his eyes once more. But this time there was only one person standing in front of him, his best friend Opie.
"You alright brother? You hit the floor like a ton of bricks!" Opie said with a slight giggle in his voice.
"Ope she was there, Tara was standing in front of me, and I lost it. I can't keep having these dreams over and over again wishing and hoping that she was alive. I can smell her beautiful porcelin skin and hair even as I talk to you right now Ope, I cant go on without her!" as Jax started to sob in his hands, Opie started to back away from the bed where Jax had been laying after he just fainted an hour ago.
"Whats wrong?" Jax asked as he looked up at his best friend, tears had covered his whole face, but he didn't care, he knew he can truly let his emotions out in front of Opie, and that's all he seemed to be doing these past few weeks since he lost Tara.
"Now Jax, remember what I told you before? That I love you and im here for you right?" Opie said with terror in his voice.
"What the fuck are you talking about again Ope? Just get to the point your freaking me out and I can't deal with anymore surpises in my life, I think I went through enough!" Jax said sarcastically back to Opie.
Opie looked around the room, and began pacing back and forth; he was acting like a teenage boy afraid to tell Piney he got arrested again for a DWI. After about a minute of this charade going on, he finally looked up at Jax. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as ill ever fucking be If you just tell me what the hell is going on! What is your boyfriend in the other room? Is that what this is? Your gay now Ope?" as Jax began to relax and start to laugh, Opies face became serious again.
"He's ready!" Opie whispered.
Jackson Teller was never the type of man to be afraid of anyone. He murdered people in cold blood to protect his wife, his boys and his club, but for the first time in a long time, Jax was nervous. Where the fuck where they and what was Opie up to? Who the hell was he whispering to?
From the corner of his eye, he saw a shadowy figure start to come out of the small kitchentte that was in the motel room.
The room was dark, and as this shadowy figure approached him, all he could see was gray. He couldn't make out who it was. But the one thing that he would recognize anytime, anywhere were those two words.
"Hi babe."