Guys, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated for so long - I've been without a laptop and although I've been desperate to update I haven't had the means, until now.

Ok, the chapter is set in season five on their wedding day. I'm not overly happy with it, its a bit soppy but I figured we needed some lightness and to be reminded of their love at the moment. (I live in England and we wont get season 6 for some time but I'm well aware of what happened in the premiere. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING! Upset doesn't even justify my feelings at the moment)

Disclaimer: As always I own nothing associated with SOA and the song is 'At Last' by Etta James. Enjoy xx

…someone who will give you love that will complete your life…

As a little girl Tara had her wedding mapped out inside her head. She didn't want a fancy or expensive dress, she didn't care to have endless amounts of bridesmaids, she wasn't bothered about getting married in the fanciest places in California. It was a good job that she didn't have grand ideas because Tara didn't get any of those things on her wedding day.

But she did have him. In all of her plans he had been the constant. His was the face that would smile back at her as she walked down the aisle, who would wipe her tears as she said her vows, the man who would put the gold wedding band on her finger and promise to love her for the rest of his life. Many of her ideas about her wedding day had changed throughout the years but it was always Jax who had played the groom.

She sat down on the sofa in the newly refurbished dorm at the back of the clubhouse. Jax was sifting through some of the legal documents at the desk, a puzzled look on his face, his mind now solely focused on club business rather than his new bride. She watched him in silence as he worked, smiling slightly as the gold wedding band on his finger caught the light. The only noise was the radio that softly hummed in the background.

She inhaled and stared up at the clock. They'd been married less than an hour and they were already waiting for the cops to come and arrest him. As if sensing her distress, Jax looked across at her. He knew it wasn't how she had planned it. For their honeymoon he'd be lying in a cold prison cell whilst she slept in an empty wedding bed. Jax bit down on his lip, considering whether he was right to listen to his impulsive nature and marry her at such short notice. It was so unromantic, they'd got married in a brothel for Christ sake. But he knew he was going back inside and the only thing that felt right to him was making her officially his.

"Not exactly how you pictured your wedding day, huh?" he asked her, smiling softly.

Tara snorted as she rested her head against the sofa, staring up at the stars and stripes banner above her head. "Let's say I had different plans, but only slightly grander"

Jax smiled but he was aware that on some level she must be disappointed by the lack of romance on their big day. It didn't help that as soon as they had signed the register to he had brought her back to the clubhouse, where he had practically ignored her and focused on issues concerning the club. Guilt niggled at him and he carefully placed down the paperwork and walked across to the sofa, sitting beside his new wife. They'd been back at the clubhouse for less than ten minutes; Jax's mind was on getting things sorted before he went back inside and he realised how selfish he was being. He had waited fifteen years to make her his wife and now he chose to ignore her on the happiest day of their lives. He placed his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him.

"I know it's not what we planned Tara, in hindsight maybe we should have done it sooner, but I was just desperate to make you mine. I know today wasn't exactly what you had in mind" he murmured against her temple, gently stroking the soft flesh at the top of her arm.

Tara smiled against him and her hand caressed the cold leather of his kutte. "It's fine, I feel the same way. Since I was sixteen I was always so excited to become your wife, now that I actually am the place and circumstances don't matter"

He smiled at her, his eyes connecting with hers and he brought his lips forcibly down to hers. His hands nestled into her hair as his tongue delved into her mouth, causing a small moan to escape from her. She bit down on his bottom lip and teased it, her uninjured hand delving under his shirt. God, she would miss this body.

It was at that moment, just as Jax and Tara were about to consummate their marriage, that Bobby rushed into the room, causing the two to abruptly break apart like the two teens they had once been who had both been so desperate for the feel and taste of one another, only for Gemma to walk in on their interludes. But they weren't teens anymore, they were husband and wife.

"Jesus Christ, Bobby!" Jax barked as he readjusted himself, briefly peering over at Tara to ensure she was decent. Which, unfortunately for Jax, she was.

"Oh sorry brother….erm" Tara smirked as she watched an extremely awkward Bobby flush a shade of red she'd never seen before "Er, word is cops…are, erm ….on their way. Also, Gemma's looking for you"

Jax shook his head. His mother, she was even interrupting his Goddamn wedding night. Jax shot Bobby a steely glare, still unforgiving of his intrusion.

Jax shrugged at his VP "Let her keep looking, just tell her not to come in here"

Bobby nodded and awkwardly smiled as he closed the door shut, leaving the two in peace.

Tara smiled and shook her head "I guess we'll have to wait for the wedding night until you get out"

Jax gritted his teeth in frustration as he nodded "I'm sorry"

A bigger part of him was sorry that he hadn't locked the damn door.

Tara rubbed his back gently, her fingers stroking the reaper. She had waited fourteen months to have him back, hell she'd waited fifteen years to have him back, she could wait a little longer. She got to her feet and stood in front of him.

"Ok, the sooner I let you go the sooner you'll come back to me and then we can have that wedding night" She tried to smile, she really did. She tried to be the Old Lady he had always wanted her to be but her heart was breaking at the thought of letting him go again, so soon after she had just got him back.

He stood up and placed his hands on either side of her face. The tears in her eyes broke him a little and he kissed her forehead gently. He knew she was doing her best, trying to adjust to this new life, a life that she had chosen to walk away from so many years ago. As they stood there in silence, savouring the feel of one another in each other's arms both heard the song that was playing on the radio.

At last, my love has along,

My lonely days are over,

And life is like a song…

Jax smiled has he heard the words and brought his head down to gaze into Tara's eyes. "I think I might have time for our first dance Mrs Teller"

Tara smiled through her tears and their heads again rested against one another, his arm slipped across the bottom of her back, resting on the crow that marked her as his, and his other held her injured hand out to their side, allowing them to softly sway together as the song played.

I've found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I've found a thrill to press my cheek to,

A thrill that I had never known

He held her closer, his lower arm pressing her body more tightly to his. She closed her eyes as she clung to him, her arm looping across his shoulder in a desperate bid to keep him there with her forever.

Oh, you smiled,

You smiled,

Oh and then the spell was cast,

And here we are in heaven,

For you are mine,

At last.

He smiled as he nuzzled into her neck as the song ended. She was his wife, finally. That was all he ever dreamed of, all he had ever wanted besides the club. She rested her head against his chest and savoured the feel of him in her arms for a few seconds more, before he would be snatched away again.

"You better go" she whispered against his broad chest. It killed her to say the words, to let him leave this embrace, but she knew there was no escaping this jail term for him. He nodded weakly, pressing her even closer to him for a brief moment before breaking away from her to walk towards the door. Tara stood in the middle of the room for a moment in order to compose herself; she didn't want the club to see the tears that were threatening to spill. It wasn't an Old Lady's job to look weak, at least that was what Gemma had told her years before.

But before he opened the door and had to switch his mind back onto the club's issues, Jax stopped himself. He had his back to her as he closed his eyes to remember the words he had said to her just a few short months ago during his proposal.

"I realise you being with me is not some kind of accident. It sounds crazy but I think you were put into my life to get me out Tara, fifteen years ago and now"

But in a few short minutes he would be led away in handcuffs because he had chosen to stay and get pulled deeper into the club. But she had stayed with him, stood by his side and rose to the challenge of being an Old Lady and because of that he had everything he wanted, even though she had sacrificed her own dreams to stay with him. He breathed deeply as his hand rested on the door handle. He knew his life would be at risk thanks to Pope whilst he was inside. He knew he couldn't leave this room without letting her know how much he loved her, away from the prying eyes and ears of the club. If Pope had his way the only way Jax would be leaving lock up was in a body bag. With this in mind the words that he needed her to hear spilled from his mouth.

"I know you've given up a lot to stay here Tara and I'm sure there are times that you wish you could run the hell away, forget about Charming, about Samcro"

He turned around to face her, stuffing his hands inside his denim pockets, his eyes resting on hers. He bit his lip before continuing, knowing time was against him but needing to tell her how much he valued her in his life.

"I just wanna let you know that I'm so glad that you stayed, even if you still have your doubts. I told you once that since I was five all I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte. Well, when I was six I added another thing to that list. You. You have no idea how much I love you because I have trouble understanding the extent of it. I know that I've made you promises and that they're broken now, but I've always loved you Tara and, whatever happens in my life, I will love you until my last breath"

She smiled through the tears that spilled down her cheeks and her heart skipped a beat, as it always did, when he smiled back at her. In that moment Tara forgot all doubts about not leaving, he had just made her realise why she was right to stay. And with that Jax turned and opened the door to find Bobby and give him instructions for the time that he was in lock up.

Tara watched Jax's retreating back and her fingers rested on her wedding ring. She smiled down at her left hand.

At last she was complete.