A/N It has been a very long time since I have written anything on FF and I apologize. I've really been struck the past couple of days to write this story and I have to get it out. At this point, I am unsure of whether or not I am going to continue Only Time Will Tell myself or give it up for adoption. That's the latest, and yeah enjoy
*I own nothing, Kurt Sutter does. Lucky bastard.
Trouble in Paradise
Tara P.O.V
It has been a good 15 years since Jax first became President and my hand was brutally mangled in that van. It's been about 14 years since I regained the entire use of said hand through extensive therapy and through blood, sweat, and tears. My little Abel is now 19 years old and is a heart breaker just like his old man. Looking at him is like looking at a mirror replica of Jax at that age. In addition to the Teller looks, Abel is blessed with the same intelligence and heart. I am proud to say that my baby boy graduated high school at the top of his class. Oh, he's also the Vice-president of SAMCRO. Thomas, or rather Tommy, is now 17 and is in the middle of his prospecting. He looks just like me, but is a Teller through and through. I swear the broken hearts from my boys would line the town twice over. He also is extremely intelligent and shockingly (but not to me) is on the track to be Valedictorian. Personally, I think he works so hard to prove to this town that he is more than what he looks. The newest addition is 15 year old Ryanna. She is the perfect balance between Jax and I, but she is also the quintessential daddy's girl. In fact, she has all her "uncles" wrapped around her finger. SAMCRO'S princess is her current identifier about town, but she is just like her brothers in her intelligence, heart, and looks. Then, there is Jax, the love of my life. That odious, beautiful man has not changed a bit. His hair is still shaved close, but just as blond as ever. I swear some days I wonder if he didn't make a pit stop at the Fountain of Youth on his way back from Ireland those many years ago. He has maintained those famous washboard abs and has grown even stronger. Actually, let's face it, that man is gorgeous and will forever be.
We've had our struggles, being the Old Lady of the President of the Mother Charter is not a ball park, coupled with the continual threats and dangers and freakin cartels it hasn't been easy. However, we're making it, I rather think we have made it. Plus, in these 15 years I have never had a reason to believe that Jax has reneged on his promise of fidelity. Married life is kind of sweet at the moment. As for me, I haven't changed a bit, save for a few worry wrinkles here and there. I am a practicing doctor (surgeon) at St. Thomas and I love every minute of it. Where I once worried if I would ever be able to save a life or feel a tiny heartbeat again, that fear is conquered every day. In fact, I am rather loving life, it's perfectly imperfect.
Abel P.O.V
"Shit, shit, shit" I thought to myself. The club is currently on a run to Nevada and let's just says that the company has improved exponentially in 15 years. Company being a rather loose term at the moment and improved being a term for scientifically enhanced breasts and god knows what. A biker's wet dream, except for when you notice a red headed croweater sideling up to your dad, the National President. "For the love of God, do not do what I think you are going to do Dad," I desperately prayed in my head. My dad hasn't been with anyone but my mother in over 15 years, that statistic really does not need to change. Watching my dad, I notice the empty shot glasses and the famous Teller smirk etching its way onto his face and I down my whiskey and groan, palming my face. From the slits in between my fingers I spy the adulterous duo heading towards the back with my father's fingers settling on her ass. As the door slams shut behind them I feel the anger sweeping through my veins and I mutter an impassioned, "FUCK!" This will kill my mother, if she ever finds out that is. I won't be the one to tell her though, what happens on the road stays on the road. Which I find to be utter bullshit, but that's what my club does. I really won't tell her because I don't want to be responsible for dropping that nuclear bomb; I refuse to break her heart. Even though, it was obviously broken about five minutes ago, judging from the noise level.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and unsurprisingly I turn to welcome my "Uncle" Happy looming behind me. The surprise was in the fact that he and my mother are actually best friends now. They bonded about two weeks after the birth of my baby sister, when they were both held at gunpoint with Ryanna in my mother's arms. Uncle Hap stood protectively in front of them both and I think he was extremely impressed when my mother shot the fucker between the eyes as he tried to shoot Uncle Hap. Ever since then they have been like brother and sister. "Listen, kid," his voice raspy from years of drinking and smoking, "you know the rules, aight? Not a word of this to your ma. We both know what it would do to her." I look into his dark irises and discover sympathy and reluctance in his eyes. "It's not right, Hap. Ma is beautiful, smart, successful, his WIFE, and the mother of his children. She has supported him throughout their entire relationship, obviously risking her own life to be with him." Shaking my head, I stand up and meet his eyes just once more before stepping outside for a much needed cigarette and time alone. "She doesn't deserve this; you know it just as much as I do." My words slice through the increasingly dark night and as I exit the clubhouse a bright streak of lightning flashes across the sky and the thunder rolls a few moments behind.