The car ride was silent except the occasional babble from Abel, she sat in the cab with the guy in the prospect cut driving and Abel in a car seat next to her in the back. She couldn't help but think back to the man with the blue eyes, with only a glance he'd made her knees week and she hated how much affect he had on her. She had always been told she was naturally submissive, never raising her voice and always a kind word to say, she'd do anything to avoid an argument and that man practically screamed dominant. She felt herself respond to every unspoken command sub-concisely.

Sighing, she sat back in the seat, her hand resting on Abel's chest as he played with her fingers, she watched the scenery go by, amazed at the large stretches of road, in England the roads had all twists and turns. She hadn't seen one round-a-bout only four way junctions with stop signs. She spent the journey mentally comparing England, Ireland and America.

She noticed they passed a sign mentioning Charming, and watched as they scenery began to dissolve into a small town. It was around four o'clock here in charming and despite the day light she couldn't help but feel sleepy. The car pulled into what looked like a garage with a big sign saying Teller-Morrow. She watched the motorcycles pull up like it was a second nature – however, she realised, it probably was second nature to them. She unbuckled Abel as he began to fuss, holding him to her chest as he cuddled into her, feeling stupid for feeling safe with the young baby.

When the car pulled to a stop she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to find the door already opened by Jax, she stepped out carefully trying not to wake Abel, in all the time she'd know him he always loved curling up on her chest, resting his head just below her collar bone. Jax smiled softly at his son, stroking Abel's head gently as he watched him sleep. He gave Taylor a small smile as he told her to follow him. She saw all the sons watching and waiting for her. It unnerved her slightly causing her to shift on her feet and hold Abel that little bit closer, finding comfort in his soft breath over the base of her neck.

The rest of the son's started moving to a door and blue eyes, who was now joined by a shaved head, tattooed man, nodded his head towards the others as a sign to follow. She took a shaky breath and started to walk in that direction, feeling the solid presence of the two men behind her. She assumed they were to make sure she didn't try anything funny. She walked through the threshold right behind Jax, feeling a hand ghost over her back as she tried to ignore the feeling dread in her stomach.

As soon as she was through the door she noticed a rather large man who had a tube under his nose sitting at the bar next to two ladies, the older women had dark hair streaked with blonde and looked like the kind of person who you did not want to cross, the other was a rather plain looking brunette who had a frown on her face. Both looked at Jax with hope when he walked in, witch faded into a frown when they noticed his empty arms. He motioned behind him to Taylor, who watched as both women judged her.

They approached and Taylor felt like she was going to burn with the glares the women were giving her.

"Jax who the hell is she? And why is she holding my son?" The brunette snapped as she tried to snatch Abel out of Taylor's arms. The boy in questioned woke startled, took one look at the women and screamed, grabbing hold of Taylors top and burying his face in her neck. Taylor rested a hand on his head, with her arm going over his back and began trying soothing him.

"This is Taylor, she's the one who saved my son" Jax told her firmly, she was slightly relieved that he was standing up for her.

"But why is she holding him?" She questioned angrily, Taylor got the impression that she and this women would never be friends.

"He likes her, he knows her and he feels comfortable with her. It's going take a while to get him use to been with us again" Jax explained calmly.

"But for right now I think we should get the introductions out the way" Jax continued. "As you know, this is Taylor, Taylor this is Clay, Gemma, Tara, Tig, Opie, Piney, Bobby, Chibs, Juice and Happy. Half Sack's another member but he's on bed rest"

Jax directed her to a seat. "Now that that's out of the way, you're going to explain everything." He demanded as the son's took a seat around her. She swallowed thickly, watching as Abel fussed.

"Okay, but first, where's his diaper bag?" She asked, taking hold of it when Tig passed it over, "We had check all your stuff make sure you weren't hiding anything" he told her without an ounce of shame at routing through her belongings. She just nodded, reaching inside the bag for his pacifier and stuffed monkey he wouldn't settle without.

Once he settled down she took a deep breath,

"Well, I guess I should start from the beginning, I'm originally from England but when I was 16thats when we finish high school and I decided skip the whole college deal and decided travel instead. I had quite a bit saved up from part time jobs so I travelled all around England, Scotland and Wales, but saw everything there was to see in a year, so I visited the isles and decided to check out Ireland. I went over and saw the sights, when I turned 18 I decided to move on, but I needed some more money so I got a job at a bar i went to. It was owned by a man named Shaun, he wasn't very pleasant but it paid well enough.

After about a month I leant that the pub was just a front, he dealt a lot with the IRA and gangs, making the in-betweens run smoothly from what I could gather, it was about that time a man came in the bar in tears, Shaun knew him and they went straight into the back office, one of the other workers told me who he was, Cameron Hayes. Didn't see him again after that night for another month when he came charging in like hell on wheels with a baby in his arms, went straight in the office. Next thing I now Abel was been shoved in my arms and I was been told to take care of him. Got told he was Cameron's son and I believed him. The sent me to the shop to buy things for Abel, but he needed a nappy change when we were at the shop, and I decided to change him out of his dirty clothes too when I saw his real name on the label, got my back up a bit but I shrugged it off, I wasn't my business. I'd come to learn that Shaun wasn't a man you crossed and I wasn't going do anything that would get me in trouble with him.

It was two weeks after that that Cameron got drunk and spilled everything to me, told me where he was from, how his son was killed and how he took Abel, a son for a son. So on my day off, I was looking after him, apparently i was the only one who could settle him so I was the only one who looked after him. I got an American phone book from the library, looked for any place called Charming and went through the listings for anyone called Teller."

Taylors eyes were locked on her worn out shoes..

"What makes you think he's going kill you?" Clay asked, suspicion in his voice.

"Because I didn't do what I was told" She responded, eyes "I disobeyed him, he won't like that at all, he'll kill me for it if I'm lucky, if he gets his hands on me and doesn't kill me, well, I'll probably be wishing for it."

At that moment in time, the club members didn't see the threat to the club or a danger, all they saw was a scared a lost young girl who went against her survival instincts to save Abel, when in her eyes, it would lead to her death no matter what. Jax shared a look with Opie, both had a silent respect for the girl, she risked her ass for a kid she didn't know, the least they could do was give her a safe place to stay.

Tig couldn't help but notice how throughout her explanation her voice never raised above a whisper. Everything about her was soft and delicate. He could tell by the way she blushed under all the attention and the way she never made eye contact she was submissive, he'd learned to pick up on it over time, and been dominant himself he wanted a submissive to play with, but he'd never seen anyone like her, someone naturally submissive. It made his dick ach just thinking about the things he could do to her.

"We won't let that happen. I promised you safety if you brought my son back and I always keep my promises." Jax told the young girl, reaching over to touch his son's head once again. Abel was awake, jut observing everything. The only person he seemed to respond to was Jax, Taylor adjusted him so he was sat on her knee leaning against her stomach. Almost immediately he started his baby babbling to Jax, only stopping to laugh as though he told the funniest joke.

Jax watched his son with a smile, still not believing he was here, Taylor lifted Abel towards Jax, who happily held his son in his arms, however when Tara attempted to reach for him, Abel started crying. For some reason the baby didn't seem to like the woman at all.

Taylor watched silently as everyone fussed over the baby, Abel didn't seem to mind the attention from Gemma, but fussed whenever Tara tried to hold him.

"Why won't he let me hold him" Tara whined to Jax, once again trying to touch Abel.

"Maybe he remembers you were the one to let Hayes take him." Juice responded, only to receive a smack round the head from Jax. Taylor masked her shock the best she could, Abel's so called mother had let him be kidnapped? Taylor risked her life to get Abel back to his family and she didn't even know him, but she knew damn well that if he was her son and he was in trouble she'd die trying to save him.

Abel started crying, interrupting the arguing that followed Juice's comment. Taylor recognised the cry for what it was, he was hungry.

"He probably needs a diaper change" Tara spoke, before Taylor interrupted her.

"No he's hungry, it's about the time I usually feed him" she corrected reaching into Abels baby bag and pulling out some baby food, a spoon and cloth, handing them to Jax. She helped him position Abel ready for his feeding before stepping back and letting Jax feed his son.

A/N Okay, i'm not sure about this story, what do you honestly think? Should i continue?