Disclaimer:I do not own anything Sons of Anarchy. But, I really wish I had Jax. I only own Lizbeth and Bella.

That evening, Tara stopped by and told Jax that Abel would be ready to come home in two weeks. He should probably be home two Sundays from now. I was happy for him, the little baby deserved to be able to come home. The reason I say that is because I hate Hospitals. Mostly because I had a bad experience in one when I was younger. The Nurses acted like they didn't care about me when I was asking for meds, but when my Parents were there, it was a completely different act.

It was a Friday evening so, tomorrow Gemma will drag me to Jax's house to help decorate the Nursery or at least fix it up from when Wendy Case, his Ex was there. It would be a bit weird because I wasn't blood to the baby but, I could and will be given the name as Aunt to him. If Gemma doesn't have any other plans in mind. Knowing her, she probably does.

Relaxing in Jax's room in the clubhouse, I was just going through my bag and took out my ipod. Only to scroll through my pictures on there. Some were pictures of my friends back in Oregon, that I had made there during College but, most of them were of me and my Mom. The younger years of my life, she had the brown hair but, before she was killed, she dyed it blonde.

She died young. She was in her early thirties when she dyed. She and my Dad were pretty much the same age when they got married. Well, actually I was the result of a one night stand they had back when they were both 19, it was planned though because I would hear my parents fight at night and Mom would say that he wanted her to married him and have his child. That he had broke the condom so, she could get pregnant. But, she would always say that even though she hated him, the only good thing that being married to him brought her was having me.

I really think that Gemma and Clay didn't know about that and just thought that my Mom was willingly married a cop.

"Wow, you do look like her." Jax said, making me jump out off the bed scaring me to death.

"Geez, Jax!" I sighed, having my hand over my chest as I got back on the bed. He had made himself comfortable on the bed, when he was looking at the pictures with me clueless.

"Sorry, Liz. But, you do look like your Mom." He said, taking the item from my hands and went back to the one with Bella with blonde hair. And he looked at it and back at me, which made me confused.

"What?" I asked, wondering what he was thinking.

"The blonde would look good on you too. But, I would have to say this.." Jax trailed off, handing me back the ipod.

"What?" I asked once more, wanting to know where he was getting it.

"I think you would be hotter then your Mom with the blonde hair. Your Mom was a bombshell. You would be a knockout." He told me, and I saw the suggestive smile on his lips. Hearing that, I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him.

"Are you implying that I'm not a knockout as a brunette?" I asked, acting like I was angry.

"Now, I never said that." Jax said, making me look back at him and saw him smiling. He reached out and put his hand on the back of my neck, and he was giving me the hint to move closer. So, seeing that he was teasing me, I wanted to tease him back. So, I got in his lap and smirked seeing his teasing face turn playful.

"Well, what did you mean?" I asked in a Marilyn Monroe type voice, leaning forward with my hands on each side of his head.

"What I meant was, you would be even more of a knockout with the blonde hair. But, you're still hot as hell as a brunette." He explained, catching onto the teasing and put his hands on my outer thighs, letting his thumbs rub my jean covered skin.

Biting my lower lip, I got a little closer to Jax and he was leaning in as well, to where our lips were almost touching and it seemed like he was going to jump the gun and kiss me when..

"Hey you.. Whoa." Tig said, walking in without knocking. So, that made the two of us jump away from each other and out the bed on the two separate sides. As if we were teenagers caught doing something we shouldn't be doing.

"What is it, Tig?" Jax asked, in a voice that you could easily tell that he was pissed.

"Clay wanted ya to come out and celebrate with the rest of us, since your boy was coming home in a week. But, if you want to stay in here and celebrate with Lizzi, I got some lube in my room in case you.." He couldn't even finish his sentence because the all ready pissed blonde had picked up his knife and was about to have some target practice.

Tig hurried and closed the door, so almost right on cue the knife landed right in the middle of the door. I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing. Jax went to the door and jerked the knife out to put it back in its sheath.

"Man, you got some issues." I could hear Tig say from the other side of the door, making me laugh.

"Keep talking and I'll show you issues." Jax said back, laying the knife down. Both of us could hear the perverted biker chuckle before hearing a pair of heels come down the hall.

"What the hell are you laughing at, Tig? Nevermind. Lizzi, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night at Clay and I's house for the night since we're going shopping tomorrow?" Gemma asked, through the door thinking that her son and I were doing something. I rolled my eyes before speaking.

"Sure, Gem and before your mind goes into the gutter if not all ready, Jax and I are not doing anything no matter what you're getting from Tig." I straightened out, just for her to open the door and come in.

Right as she came in, she saw small pieces of wood on the floor so she closed the door a bit to see the slice in it. Gemma's eyes went straight to Jax, who was leaning against the dresser, lighting a cigarette.

"Target practice." He cooly put it, before Tig busted him.

"With my friggin' head!"

"Just be glad I didn't aim lower, Tigger." Jax told him, with a smile before the older man left.

I fought the urge to giggle and just bit my tongue to keep from doing anything.

"I'll get my bags and I'll met you, 'kay Gemma." I said, motioning over my shoulder.

The motorcycle Momma nodded before leaving the room. She had closed it behind her and when I heard the click, I just let out a loud sigh as I sat on the bed.

"My gosh, that was so funny!" I laughed out, running my fingers through my dark hair. Feeling the weight in the bed shift, I looked down to my left to see that Jax had gotten on his back in the bed and his head was by my hip. Looking into his sky blue eyes, I saw that he had a certain look.

"How about we continue what we were doing before Tigger came in and ruined the fun?" Jax suggested, with a husky tone to his voice. Biting my lower lip, I almost went with it but then I remembered his Mom. So, standing up, I walked over to my bags and picked them up.

"Your Mom's gonna wonder what happened to me if I don't go out there." I said, hearing him get off the bed and feel him get behind me. His hands were on my curvy hips and his chin was on my shoulder.

"Let her wonder.." He told me with a slight growl to his voice. I let out a shaky breath, mentally remembering why I loved bad boys so much.

"What about Tar p.. Tara?" I asked, covering the disgust in my voice.

"Screw Tara." Jax said, before nipping at my neck making my knees buckle slightly.

And as much as I loved to hear him say that, I wiggled my way out of his arms, grabbing my bags and walking towards the door.

"I should really get to your Mom." I told him, feeling my face get warmer and warmer the more I kept eye contact with him.

Reaching behind me, I opened the door and left the room closing it behind me. I walked to where the guys were at the bar in the clubhouse to see Gemma in Clay's lap. Looking at all the guy's faces, it was obvious that Tig had spilled what he saw when he got to Jax's room.

"Daddy's girl turned bad walking!" Juice teased, making me look at him. I prayed the blush on my face faded because that would not be helpful.

"Bite me, Juice." I said back, only for the whole gang to burst into laughter.

"I think Jax already beat him to that, lass!" Chibs told me, pointed towards my neck.

I looked at everyone confused until I remembered that Jax was nipping my neck not long, before I left from back there.

"Shit. Gem, can we go please?" I begged, before anything else happened. Suddenly everyone of them was apologizing, thinking that I was upset with them. Tig, especially.

"Sure, sweetie." She said, getting out of Clay's lap and was gave him a kiss on the cheek when Jax came out.

"Hey, Liz." He said, coming up on me making me turn around.

"Yes, Jax?" I asked, expecting him to apologize or something but what he did next, surprised the hell out of me and I think everyone else in the room. Well, not Tig or Gemma.

He took my face in his hands and kissed me square on the mouth. My eyes went wide as saucers before they closed. When I began to kiss back, his arms went to my waist holding me close to him while my arms went around his neck.

The guys watching were letting out howls and cat calls, cheering Jax on and it seemed like we were going to never stop until we all heard a small gasp and something drop to the floor. Breaking the kiss, both of us looked to see Tara there, with her mouth open and her purse on the floor.

I bit my lower lip as Jax cleared his throat, and everyone went back to their own business while Gemma was smirking.

"You forgot this." Jax told me, holding up my ipod. Letting out a breathless laugh, I took it and put it in my bag.

"Thanks." I said, with a small smile. It wasn't a weak one, I was glad that I kissed Jax and Tara saw. It proved that he liked me better then her. Hopefully..

Turning around catching Gemma's eye, I motioned towards the door and she gave Clay one last kiss before we started walking towards the door. Tara got down to pick up her purse and I could feel her glaring at my feet and just to tick her off, I didn't look down at her. Mostly because I didn't want her to see the smirk I had on my face.

The two of us got to the car and when we got in, Momma Gemma started the engine and was backing out before driving out the lot for the clubhouse. It was quiet in the car for a little while until I let out a small laugh.

"What?" Gemma asked, with a knowing look on her face looking over at me.

"The war begins." I told her, with a smile.

Tara was not the type of girl to fight for a guy but, for Jax, she probably would. Though, I think everyone wants me to win because I seem to fit more into the biker scene then she does.