Jax never thought he would be going back to California, much less with his entire family in tow. He and Opie had tried to convince everyone they would be fine with no success. Their families were not taking no for an answer, so here they were driving back to the Hell they escaped from so long ago. Driving back to the place they never wanted their daughters to set foot in.

The closer they got to Charming the tighter Jax's stomach felt. When they arrived he was close to vomiting. Tara had a death grip on his hand and was sweating. When they pulled into the parking lot a familiar row of bikes appeared and she had to swallow back the urge to bolt. As the couples stepped out of their vehicles Tara and caught eyes with Donna, and gave her a shaky smile.

Jenni could feel the fear and apprehension coming off both her families. To say everyone was tense and on edge would have been an understatement. She'd never seen her parents or Aunt and Uncle afraid of anything. She wasn't afraid and wasn't going to let the situation get the best of her. She grabbed Abi by the hand, "Let's go raise a little hell."

"You read my mind." Abi said with a grin. She turned to look at Devon and Atticus; "You joining us or are you just going to stand there and jerk off?"

Tara and Donna watched as their daughters joined hands and with confidence and a bit of cockiness walked into the funeral home.

"You guys ready for this?" Donna asked.

"As ready as we're going to be." Tara said.

They were greeted by Bobby who gave Jax and Opie a long hug and Tara and Donna a peck on the cheek. He looked at Abi and Jenni, "So you two are the girls I've heard so much about. Thank God for small miracles, you don't look like these two SOB's."

"I'm Jenni and this is my husband Atticus."

"I'm Abi and this is my husband Devon." Abi chimed in.

"Nice to meet all of you. You want to say hi to everyone?"

Jax and Tara had a conversation with their eyes and even though they were uneasy they followed Bobby. Jax wasn't going to let his wife or his daughter out of his sight and had told Devon to do the same. He wasn't sure what to expect or what his former "brothers" might do. At least he had backup if shit hit the fan.

As both families made their way into the chapel conversation ceased and all eyes were on them. Tig was the first to make his way down the isle and grabbed Jax and Opie, pulling them in for a hard hug.

"It's really good to see both of you."

"You too Tig. I'm sorry Chibs is gone." Opie replied.

"Me too Op, me too. Tara, Donna, you girls haven't aged a day."

"Always the smooth talker." Juice said as he approached.

"Hey cue ball."

"This one is a pistol." he said motioning to Abi. "She was ready to throw down the first time we met."

"You must be Jax's daughter." Tig said. "Your old man never backed down from anything."

Introductions were made and everyone took a seat. The memorial service was short, but nice; Chibs would have approved. Tig invited both families to the clubhouse for the party celebrating their late friend. Ignoring the seething looks from their fathers, Abi and Jenni said they would love to see the clubhouse.

"Some things never change." Jax thought as he walked into his old haunt. The clubhouse looked exactly as he remembered it save for a new pool table. The worn out bar was still there and the wall of mugshots still hung. A wave of nostalgia crashed over Jax and he started to remember all the good times he'd had here; he was patched in here, had his first drink at that bar; this was the place he'd made love to Tara for the first time.

They'd been dating for several months and he was already deeply in love with his dark headed beauty. She was something very different from all he'd known. Despite her rough upbringing she was very ambitious; she was going to be a doctor come hell or high water. He could talk to her about anything good, bad, or ugly and she never judged, just listened and gave her honest opinion. The longer they were together the more and more he wanted her and had made his desires clear. In the same breath he'd also told her not until she was ready.

After a night of hanging out and shooting pool Tara had slipped into the club bedroom, taking him with her. She had shut the door and pulled him in for a long kiss.

"I'm ready."

As much as Jax had wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right then and there, he had taken his time. He knew she was a virgin and wanted her first time to be incredible. Clothing came off slowly and time was spent touching, kissing, and licking parts of her unknown to him. Even after all these years he vividly remembered his sharp intake of breath when he saw Tara nude for the first time; she was flawless and she was his. He remembered the fullness of her breasts, how her nipples hardened at his touch, the softness of her skin, her moan when he tasted her, and how tight and warm her body was the first time he entered her. He would never forget the soft cry that came from her when he broke through the barrier; he'd stilled himself and reveled in the feeling of being inside Tara. He still remembered how good it felt sliding in and out of her, and the way she called his name when he brought her to orgasm.

Tara's hand on his back interrupted his thoughts. He turned to face her and could see in her eyes and by the flush on her face the same memories were playing. "When we get home I'm going to take you the minute we're inside the door." he whispered.

"I'm counting on it." Tara said with a grin.

Across the clubhouse Jenni noticed Happy at the bar and despite her Dad's warning approached and sat down.

"You're little Winston?"

"I'm Jenni." she said extending her hand.

"Happy."

"I'm sorry about your friend. Uncle Jax said he was a good man."

"Thank you."

"Not a man of many words?"

"Nope."

"You didn't strike me as much of a talker."

"Really? What did I strike you as?" Happy asked turning to fully face her. Much to her credit, she looked him straight in the eyes and never flinched. Most people pissed themselves when face to face with him.

"You struck me as someone who was dangerous, but principled." Jenni said never breaking eye contact. "You struck me as someone who is comfortable with violence and death."

Happy was taken aback that this girl who didn't know him, knew him so well. "That scare you?" he asked as he continued his stare down.

"No."

"Good. I fucking hate cowards. Rat, get this girl a drink."

During their visit Bobby confided to Jax he was glad to see how well life had turned out for him and Opie and thought they had made the right decision. The club was out of illegal activities and were in the porn industry. It wasn't the most socially acceptable way to make money, but it was legal. They still had their young members who were hell raisers, but most everyone had mellowed with older age.

Jax told Bobby about the successful business he and Opie operated, that Tara was a world renowned surgeon, and how proud he was of his daughter. She was smart, kind, driven, fearless, and stubborn to a fault. She's been a handful to raise, but he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"She scared the hell out of Juice." Bobby said with a laugh. "He was pretty sure he was going to get his ass kicked by a girl."

"He might have. She's pretty scrappy." Jax said laughing along with Bobby.

"Is my name being used in vein?" Abi asked as she approached.

"Not at all honey. Bobby was telling me how you almost kicked Juice's ass."

"If it needed to be done." Abi stated.

"She's definitely a Teller." Bobby said with a laugh.

The hours flew by. The girls were given the grand tour and Tig learned to the tune of $500 that Abi was an even better pool player than her Mom. Jax could tell Tig and Bobby adored his daughter and niece; he knew Chibs would have too. A part of him regretted that Chibs never met them; but a bigger part of him was glad his girls would never know the outlaw life. When it was time to say goodbye hugs and well wishes were exchanged and Jenni and Abi were given one last bear hug by Bobby before hitting the road.

After what seemed like a lifetime all families arrived safe and sound to their respective homes. True to his word the moment they had walked in the door Jax had dropped their luggage and taken Tara in the entryway. She had worked frantically on removing his jeans as he make quick work of her pants and bra. He suckled each nipple until Tara was begging him to give her release. She held on as he pushed her against the wall and began thrusting into her. His thrusts were deep and steady and it didn't take long before Tara was clenching around him and screaming his name. Jax had wanted to bury himself inside Tara off before they left California, and hearing her scream was all it took to make him come.

"I'm a man of my word." he said breathless.

"That you are Teller." Tara said with a giggle. "That you are."