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Opie was out of the Sons. With Donna pregnant he wanted to get a real job so he could take care of his growing family. Jax was crushed, but he understood. Tara was gone, meaning the only family he had was the Club.

He woke up to the scent of pancakes and bacon. Gemma had cooked breakfast for the first time in weeks. Pancakes and bacon was their choice of food when they needed to have a serious talk. Jax's brother, Thomas, passed away while Jax slept. The next morning, Gemma broke the news to him over breakfast. Same thing when JT died and when Gemma married Clay. Jax wondered what had happened, but he was too hungry to ask questions.

"Morning, Ma," he kissed her cheek then took a seat at the table.

"Hey, Baby," she filled her bird cage with fresh food and water. Gemma adored the love birds, she could sit and watch them all day.

She hated breaking bad news to Jax. When he had a broken heart, hers shattered, too. Two cups of coffee waited on the table for them. Gemma blew on hers before taking a sip from the cup.

Seeing Jax eating breakfast and in his pajamas made her happy. She thought back to how young and innocent he once had been. Jax had a bright future ahead of him, until Clay hooked his claws into him. Clay was making Jax into a man, the kind of man that could be president of the Club.

She felt guilty sometimes when she thought about her ex-husband. Jax looked a lot like his father, shared the same values. JT wanted the club to be a fun, a safe haven of sorts. Then Clay began running guns and Gemma was drawn to all the cash that was coming in. She became addicted to the lifestyle Clay could provide for her, for her son. Clay made her happy in ways that JT never could. Before she realized it, Gemma had fallen in love with Clay. She never looked back.

"So, what's the news?" Jax asked after swallowing a crispy bite of bacon.

Gemma sighed and took a seat at the table. "It's about Tara. Have you talked to her recently?"

"Not since the airport. Why?" He immediately thought the worst. She had been in a car accident or attacked during the night. He was in full-on fight mode. Jax would do anything to protect Tara, even if she didn't love him anymore.

"She's moved on. I got a call last night from an old friend who said Tara was on a date with another man. She kissed him and left with him. I'm so sorry."

The fork fell from his hands and crashed on the floor, leaving a puddle of syrup on the rug. "It's only been two weeks!"

"I know. I'm sorry, Jax. That girl was nothing but trouble. I won't say 'I told you so,' I love you too much for that.

The last thing Tara said to him was, "I can't love you anymore." He thought she was mad and she would get over it, but she moved on to someone else instead. He was too angry to finish his breakfast. Jax pushed the chair back with such force that it fell over.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"For a ride. Tell Clay I'll be by the garage later," he disappeared into his room to change clothes, then he was on a solo ride around town. He wasn't in the mood to see or talk to anyone.

It wasn't a planned trip. Jax just wanted to drive, but he replayed the relationship with Tara over and over in his head.

The pizza and ice cream shoppe where they had their first date. All he could think about was kissing those ruby red lips, but she made him wait until their third date. Then there was the high school parking lot, the scene of their first fight. Tara's lab partner was too close to her, sending Jax into a possessive rage. They almost broke up that day.

Next, he drove by the cemetery where his father and brother were buried. On the one-year anniversary of JT's death, Tara found Jax at his father's grave. She laced her fingers with his and held him while he cried. That was the day they fell in love.

Charming held a lot of memories of Tara, of the family. Some good, some bad. This was home for him, and he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. How could Tara turn her back on Charming so quickly? This town was good for her, good to her, and she walked away.

He had to get her off his mind. He needed to throw himself into his work, or alcohol, or…other girls. If Tara could replace him after two weeks, he could replace her. Two could play that game.

Jax circled back through town on his way to the garage. Donna's car grabbed his attention and he pulled in next to it. Sitting outside of a bistro was Opie and Donna, laughing and smiling. They were in love and Jax so desperately, wanted to feel love again. He wanted to feel something, anything.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked.

"Jax, hey, yeah, sure, have a seat," Donna invited him to join them. She always liked Jax; he took care of Opie during club duties, made sure he was never hurt.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, ordered a beer when the waitress came over.

"What are you doing out this way?" Opie asked, "shouldn't you be with Clay?" Jax was the only Son who kept in touch with Opie since he turned in his vest.

"Had to clear my head," he smiled at the waitress and sipped his beer. "Tara has a new boyfriend."

The news stunned everyone into silence. Donna didn't particularly like Tara, but Jax was her friend and she wanted to be there for him.

"That's rough. Are you okay?" She asked. Before Jax could answer, the waitress returned to take their food order.

"I don't know," Jax said with a shrug. "Maybe my mom was right, Tara's not the one for me."

Donna stifled a laugh. "Jackson, we're eighteen years old. We make mistakes. We fall in and out of love several times before finding the one."

"Explain you and Opie then."

"Donna and I aren't perfect," Opie said, "we're hurt each other, we've broken up a few times."

"The way Donna looks at you, Op, Tara hasn't looked at me that way in months. I don't know how to get over her. She did a number on me."

"I have this friend that I work with. Her name's Wendy. I could introduce you," Donna suggested, "Totally up to you. She's a few years old than us, twenty-one, I think. And she's not the relationship type, but she could help you get over Tara."

Jax thought about it, his lips turned into a smile. "Alright. Set it up. Bring her by the club on Saturday night."

Donna pulled out her cell phone and sent Wendy a text. The phone buzzed seconds later, Donna smiled in a way that suggested she was proud of herself. "She'll be there."

The three of them ate lunch and had a conversation that didn't involve the club or Tara. For the first time in two weeks, Jax felt happy. His shoulders relaxed, he was at ease.

They talked about Donna's pregnancy and how furious her family had been. Things were bad at her house, everyone was giving her the silent treatment and disapproving glances. She couldn't take it anymore, so she moved into Opie's studio apartment.

"Blood doesn't make a family, Donna," Jax told her, that was Gemma's quote to live by. "I should probably get going. Don't need Clay waiting too long," he paid for their meals and left the waitress a ten dollar bill.