The morning came too quickly. I woke up, reaching to the spot next to me, feeling nothing. I looked around the room, still seeing our clothes scattered across the floor. The memories of the night passing through my mind, everything about it had been perfect.

I sat up in bed, grabbing the closest thing to me, one of his shirts. Pulling it over my head, looking up, seeing my reflection starring me back in the mirror, the shirt was far too big. SAMCRO was across the front. Looking at the letters, knowing what it meant, what it meant to Jax.

I walked into the hall, the scent of coffee hit my nose. Reaching the kitchen, there he was, standing in front of the stove, wearing a pair of sweat pants. I leaned against the door jam, just watching. I still couldn't believe what the years had done to him, all for the better. Just watching, he had brought a smile to my face.

Noticing me looking at him, he smiled. "See something you like darlin'?"

"Yes, in fact I do." I said walking towards him.

"I could get use to this," he said eyeing me up and down "it's a good look on you."

I could feel the blush returning to my face. He knew how to get me every time.

"You like the 'just been fucked' look?" I said with a laugh.

"I do, only because I was the one to do it." He said pulling me to him, placing a kiss on my lips.

"I made you breakfast. I was trying to be charming and do breakfast in bed, so much for that." He said placing a plate on the table for me.

"Thanks, I'm starving!" I said heading to the table. "Don't worry though; I'll let you take me back to bed." I winked at him, pulling out the chair to sit down.

He grabbed me and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist; he placed me on the counter. "Why the bed, when I can have you right here?" He kissed me deeply, pushing me back against the cabinet behind me. His mouth wandered down my neck, my hands running threw his hair. He pulled down his pants just enough, quickly finding his way inside me. His hands wandered up under my shirt, grabbing at my breasts, playing with my nipples. I let out a moan as he began thrusting. I wanted him closer, wanted him deeper, but I don't think that was even possible. He moaned my name. He was almost there, but so was I. The intensity, the spontaneity, made it quick. We both let out a moan as we finished together. As our breathing calmed, he leaned his head against mine.

"Lex, I've been lost without you. I feel like I can breathe for the first time in years."

"Keep breathing, I'm not going anywhere." I said kissing his lips softly. We sat together at the table and ate our breakfast. My hand never leaving his, feeling almost as if I let him go, I wouldn't get him back.

After breakfast we took a shower together, washing each other. My hands washing over the scars that covered his body, as he explained where they came from. I wanted nothing more than to wash them away. Maybe if I would have stayed, they wouldn't have been. I know that it would have happened either way; it was the life he was destined to live, being Prince of Charming after all.

My mom had been blowing up my phone all night, between text messages and voicemails, I knew she was upset.

"I'll go with you; I'm not going to let you deal with her all alone." He had seen the fights; he knew what it did to me. I couldn't handle her alone.

Riding up the house, my stomach started doing flips. This was something I had wanted to avoid. I had no intention of seeing Jax though. We walked to the front door, hand in hand. He squeezed as I reached for the door knob, reassuring me that he would be there. Before I could turn it, she pulled the door open, with her hand on one hip, and the other still on the door.

"What it wrong with you? Where the hell have you been?"

"Mom, I don't want to do this. I just had to get away for a minute. You're not the only one who was upset."

"With him though Alexis?! You know what kind of things he's into? The drugs, the women, prison? Don't be stupid." The disgust dripped from every word. She was always so judgmental when it came to Jax, never willing to give him a chance. "I don't know what I'm saying, you're no better than him. Look what you did to yourself, to your body," she said pointing at my arms. "You were always so beautiful, you ruined yourself. He ruined you."

"You have no idea what you're saying! She gets more beautiful every time I see her." Jax said looking at me.

"You don't know him, you don't know me."

"Your father and grandfather, they would be so disappointed in what you have become."She said leaving the front door. She returned with my bags, tossing them towards Jax and I.

"Mom I know you're upset, but you don't have to hurt me."

"You're not welcome here anymore." She slammed the door in our face. I was in shock, she had never approved of Jax and I, or the fact that I left California, but I never thought that she would go so far, or so low. Walking back to Jax's bike, he still held my hand in his. He pulled his phone from his pocket.

"I'll call one of the prospects to come get your stuff. Then we can head to the clubhouse. I'm sure everyone would love to see you."

Not even 15 minutes later, someone pulled up in a tow truck. He grabbed my bags quickly and placed them in the truck. Coming back to where Jax and I stood, he reached out his hand.

"The names Half Sack." I reached out my hand and shook his.

"Alexis, or Lex. Whatever you prefer."

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to prospect." Jax said, with an irritated look on his face.

"Right, yeah right. Sorry." He said looking embarrassed.

"Take her stuff to my place, and then meet us back at the clubhouse." He said walking towards his bike.

Half Sack ran to the truck, getting in and driving off.

"Why did you do that? He was just trying to be polite."

"That's my job as VP. He has to work for that top rocker. Don't worry darlin'."

We took off towards the club. I couldn't wait to see everyone. Even in the short time Jax and I had been together in high school, I had gotten close with everyone. They were Jax's family.

Pulling up, it seemed to be another day at the shop. Mechanics and motorcycle enthusiasts, as Clay had once put it. Jax backed his bike into his spot, along the row of motorcycles. Getting off and placing my helmet on the handle bar of his bike. We walked to the garage, his arm draped over my shoulder, mine around his waist. Everyone stopped working, watching us as we got closer. Clay, Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Piney, and Opie walked out, smiles appearing on their faces.

"Look who it is! Donna told me you were back in town." Opie said coming in to give me a hug.

"Nice to see you Doll" Tig said, his eyes wandering over my body. "You're really grown up."

"Watch it Tig. She's just as off limits now as she was then, if not more." Jax said, only half joking with Tig.

"Welcome home Lex." Clay said giving me the biggest hug of them all.

Everyone else exchanged hugs with me. I missed this; it was so comfortable, so much more than my home had ever been. We headed towards the office. I knew who we were going to see next. I didn't know how she felt about me anymore. She had always been pretty welcoming, but that was before I had left California, left Jax.

She looked at me above her glasses, then back to the paperwork she was filling out, not realizing who I was at first. After a brief thought, she looked up again, pulling her glasses from her face, dropping them on the desk.

"Holy shit! Come here honey." Gemma said hugging me then standing back so she could take a look at me. "You filled in real nice." She said laughing and hugging me again.

"Well thanks Gemma." I said with a laugh, hugging her back. I hadn't expected it to go as well as it was, but I was thankful it had. Gemma had a bad side that I had seen more than a few times. I didn't want to be on the wrong end of it.

She lead me into the clubhouse, her arm wrapped in mine, leaving Jax behind.

"Come on, let's get a drink, and catch up a little."

Opie walked up to Jax, both of them pulling out a cigarette. "That's something huh? After all this time, she comes back, and it's almost like she never left."

"It almost feels surreal, ya know? I'm taking every moment of it."

"How long she going to be here for man?"

"I don't really know, she was here for the funeral. I don't even want to think about her leaving."

"She has a life in New York. You have to think about it, you have to talk about it, eventually."

"Yeah, she's staying with me till she leaves, we'll have time. We're just kind of catching up right now." Jax said throwing his cigarette to the ground, putting it out.

Gemma and had been sitting at the bar. Half Sack had showed up, and was now working behind the bar. He gave us both a beer, and started cleaning up from the night before.

As Gemma and I sat talking, women had been in and out of the club. I remembered them from my first trip here; they were 'crow eaters'. They were here to service the members of the club, anytime, anywhere. Gemma acted as though she didn't see them, but I couldn't help it. They were hardly wearing any clothing, still hung over from the party the previous night.

I finally snapped back to the conversation when Gemma excused herself to the restroom. I sat there, taking a drink of my beer. Suddenly someone sat down beside me, I hadn't met him before, but he was wearing a kutte.

"My names Juice, you must be new around here." He said smiling, looking over me.

"Alexis." I said laughing; he had no idea who I was.

Half Sack stopped cleaning, noticing how Juice was looking at me.

"Juice, you probably.."

"Remember the rules prospect." Juice said, stopping Half Sack mid sentence.

"I was just…"

"Finish cleaning." Stopping Half Sack, yet again. Half sack looked at Juice, then to me, shrugging his shoulders, getting back to cleaning the room.

"Anyway, where were we?" Juice said placing his arm around me. "You want to go somewhere we can be alone."

Just then Jax was walking up behind us.

"I swear, I can't leave you alone for 5 minutes without someone makin' a move on you." Jax said pulling Juice's arm from me.

"She already yours for the night? Sorry bro."

"She's with me, tonight, and every night after that." He said putting his arm around me pulling me into him. I wasn't property to anyone, but the feeling of Jax claiming me, made me happy. I only wanted to be his.

I looked at him, smiling.

"What?" He said smiling back.

"I'm your old lady."

"Yes darlin', you always were."