Sometimes, the best days you have are the ones that are never planned. As Kit washed the dinner dishes, she couldn't believe all that had happened. It still felt like a dream. This week had her wiped so she was going to relax on the weekend and do nothing. In a mere twelve hours she had gotten back with Jax and met his son. They hadn't said anything official about being together but they almost didn't have to. Kit knew what she felt in her heart and it was so real that it felt stupid to doubt.

Meeting Abel was the most unexpected thing about today. Even when they were dating before, Kit always thought Jax would introduce them later down the line, when they were serious. Not today when they'd just started talking again. It meant that Jax felt the same way she was feeling. The time apart had made all the difference, made it clear the love they felt for each other.

Not only did Kit love Jax, but she had fallen head over heels for his son. Abel was an angel and the cutest kid she'd even seen. It meant the world to her that he seemed to like her too. She could gush about him all day. Jax was currently putting him to bed. The best part about meeting Abel, was seeing how Jax was as a dad. He loved his kid so much and took good care of him. It was so endearing and made her love him that much more.

Kit finished rinsing the last plate and placed it carefully in the rack. As if on cue, Jax came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. "Congratulations, you've got a new fan."

"He's adorable, Jax. Just too sweet," she told him, relishing the feel of his body pressed to hers. This day had felt surreal but the best parts where when they were touching, no matter what form that took. That was when she knew it was real.

"I'm glad he liked you. He's usually really shy with new people." He kissed her neck before turning her around so she was facing him. His arms held her to him nice and tight. "I've got some bad news, baby. I can't leave the kid and drive you home so I guess you'll just have to spend the night."

Kit felt her heartbeat start to pickup. They were so close, his forehead pressed to hers, their lips mere inches apart. "Is Abel asleep?" she asked almost whispering, anticipation in her voice.

"Out like a light."

Jax started kissing her everywhere but her lips. His hands were exploring her body. They moved down her sides, over her hips and along the curve of her ass where he picked her up and put her on the counter, standing between her legs. He cupped her face and looked into her green eyes for a moment. In this second, he knew he was sure about her, more sure than he'd ever been. Nothing else mattered because they would figure out the rest, together. Then he kissed her, hard at first and then soft. Then it was like they couldn't move fast enough, their movements becoming quick, urgent almost.

Kit's hands moved to his waist, knuckles grazing his skin before pulling his shirt over his head. As she ran her hands over his bare skin, her need for him intensified. Jax pulled her t-shirt off and pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, smiling as he saw the tattoo on the top of her right shoulder. It was a set of roman numerals, II-V-MCMXCVII. He kissed it, hoping one day she would share that part of herself with him. Just as he moved to unhook her bra, the prepay phone in his pocket started ringing.

Jax pulled it out and silenced the ringer for a moment so it wouldn't wake up Abel. He looked at Kit who was flushed and biting her bottom lip. "Answer it. It could be important," she breathed.

He sighed and then flipped open the phone, reluctantly. "Yeah?" It was Tig. "Okay, I'll be there." He closed the phone and looked it for a second. He wanted to throw it he was so frustrated. He put his hands on either side of the counter around Kit and looked up at her. He could see her frustration too.

"Duty calls?" she asked, a smirk gracing her lips.

He nodded. "You mind?"

"No, get out of here," she said, a tinge of disappointment lingering in her voice. "I'll watch Abel. And like you said, I guess I'll be spending the night. Just don't keep me waiting all of it."

Jax picked his shirt up off the floor and put it back on. "I'll be back soon. Then we can do this right." He gave her one last kiss before leaving, grabbing his cut on the way out. He briefly wondered if he should have told her that he loved her but realized it wasn't the right time. Things were moving so fast now that when he told her, he didn't want it to be a goodbye.

When Jax got to the clubhouse, all of the men assembled at the table. Jax took his place to the left of Clay. He would bring his new opportunity to the table when they were done with whatever this was. As he looked at his stepfather, he remembered what Bobby said. He should give Clay a chance to fix things or at least figure out this situation with the Russians.

When everyone was settled, Clay started. "Alright, first order of business, I just got a call from Dmitry. The cops found those two bastards who were supposed to be guarding the warehouse. Their bodies were dumped just outside the Charming border in Lodi. This was definitely a message for SAMCRO."

"From who?" Juice asked out loud.

"Someone who doesn't like our working relationship with the Russians. One of those guys was Dmitry's cousin. According to Trammel and San Joaquin, the bodies were mangled beyond recognition. It's not the way you off your family so I think it's safe to say it rules the Russians out as the arsonists," Clay said, pointedly. "Who else do we have beef with?"

Lately they'd had good working relationships with all the major gangs in the area. That being said, alliances could shift in the blink of an eye. It could be someone new on the scene or who wasn't happy about the gun deal SAMCRO had with the Russians. Or both.

"Reach out to Leroy, Alvarez, and Lin. We'll see what's going on and if they've had any trouble lately," Clay said. "I talked to Belfast and the next shipment is coming in at the end of the month."

"We have about a dozen AKs that we can offer up to the Mayans and the Niners," Kozik said.

"It ain't what they ordered but it'll have to do for now," Bobby chimed in.

"That being said, we're going to come up short this month until we can rebuild or find somewhere else to set up shop. Anyone got a warehouse they haven't told me about?" Clay asked. There was a round of chuckles.

"Not a warehouse, but a new way to get us paid," Jax said, seizing his opening. "I had a meeting today with someone who's selling his gun shop in Stockton. It's right near the shooting range and there's plenty of room for expansion."

Clay eyed him, caught off guard by this new proposal. "If we bought it we'd be under constant surveillance from the ATF, making sure we're staying in line. That's a lot of heat we don't need."

"They've already sent in new agents to investigate the warehouse," Juice informed them. He'd been looking into them during the day, looking for weaknesses or if they were the kind of feds who turned a blind eye as long as they saw a little green.

"Exactly. Sorry son, I don't think it's the right time," Clay said, sounding a lot more sincere than he was. To be honest, the timing really wasn't right but a big part of Clay didn't want to see his endeavor burn out and Jax's rise from those ashes.

The stepson knew Clay would oppose this but it wasn't entirely up to him. It had to go to a vote. "A legitimate business is exactly what we need right now. We would have steady income. Less than what we make otherwise—

"Peanuts," Tig cut in, "compared to what we're making."

"It would be nice to have some peanuts when shit like this goes down. Better to line our pockets with something than nothing. There's no reason we can't sell legal guns and AKs on the side."

"Kid has a point," Piney muttered, looking at Clay.

"We would have to check everything out but let's put it to a vote," Clay said, irritated. "All those in favor of buying into this?" There were 7 yays and 3 nays but it didn't matter. It passed. "Alright. Bobby will go over the numbers tomorrow to see if this is possible. Anything else?" When no one said anything, Clay slammed the gavel and ended church.

Jax couldn't help grin as everybody piled out of the room. They were finally taking a step away from gunrunning. Well, not away but they were putting some of their eggs in a less dangerous basket. It felt really good. He just honestly hoped that something like what happened to Cara Cara didn't happen with this. Not only was this good and well suited for SAMCRO, it was a gift from Kit and he wanted to do her proud.

Opie put his hand on Jax's shoulder, shaking him from his thoughts. "Gun shop?"

"Cooper Arms off of Highway 4," Jax answered as they walked over to the bar with the rest of their brothers. He took out a cigarette and lit it. "You've probably seen it. Small place."

"How the hell do you happen to know the owner?" He took a beer from the girl behind the bar and took a long swig

"Kit knows him."

Opie smirked at his best friend. "So, that's where you've been all day. How is she doing?"

"Really good. I'm back in it with her."

"What, does she have you pussy whipped already?"

Jax chuckled. "Fuck off, bro."

"What'd it take, a couple hours?"

"Sometimes that's all you need."

"She must be worth it."

"She is," Jax said, resolutely.

"So Kit's good with all this?" Opie asked, looking around the clubhouse. "That's why things didn't work out last time, right?"

Jax nodded. "Things are better now."

"If that's what you want then I'm happy for you, brother." Ope pulled him in for a one-armed hug. He liked seeing his best friend like this and if Kit put him in this great a mood, he was good with that. "Just make sure she's ready for all this shit when you bring her back around. She can't hang out on the fence."

Jax knew that was how things were around here. Second chances weren't always easy to come by and when you got them, you didn't fuck up again. He saw his mother across the room talking with Clay. She would surely give Kit a hard time, never liking her from the beginning. Kit usually stood her ground but he'd have to make sure Gemma didn't push her away from him or the club. Jax shoved that thought to the back of his mind. Today was going so great and it was far from over. Worrying could wait for another day. He slipped out of the clubhouse before anyone could stop him. He had a beautiful woman at home and he didn't want to keep her waiting any longer.

Jax closed the front door of his house quietly, not wanting to wake up Abel. His son wasn't a particularly light sleeper but he had been thinking about Kit the entire ride home and he'd prefer his son stay asleep and not interrupt them. The TV was on so he checked the living room first. He saw Kit lying down under a blanket, asleep. Abel was in her arms also sleeping. It was such a sweet sight that Jax almost didn't want to disturb them.

He went over and scooped up Abel gently.

Kit opened her eyes at the movement and smiled up at him. "He woke up with a nightmare," she explained in a whisper.

"I'll be right back, darlin'," Jax told her with a wink. He went to put his kid back in his own room. Abel was still so small and innocent. Jax tucked him under the covers and put his monkey stuffed animal beside him. "Sleep tight buddy," he muttered and kissed his son's head.

Kit was standing in the hallway, leaning on the wall and watching him. She was biting her bottom lip, a smile in her eyes. She loved watching him act all fatherly. It might just be her new favorite past time. He closed Abel's door and turned to face her. "Jax, you have competition. I think I'm in love with him."

"Well, it's a good thing we're a package-deal," he told her and came in close, pulling her in and kissing her hard. He couldn't wait to have her anymore. He'd waited long enough. His hands were on either side of her head, in her hair, holding her to him like it was the last time they'd ever kiss.

"Let's try this again," she breathed, between kisses.

Kit's entire body tingled and her heart was racing. Jax's touch felt electric as he ran his hands over her body, reacquainting himself with every bit of it. He pulled her through the threshold to his bedroom, their lips barely separating, closing the door with his foot. Jax couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone this badly. They started undressing each other. After he'd dispelled with her shirt and bra, Jax's hands fell to her hips. He grazed his thumb over each hipbone before undoing the button on her jeans. He slipped his hands into the back of them, squeezing her ass and pulling her hips to his. Kit could feel how hard he was through their clothing. He started a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck, to each bare breast, all the way down her torso to her hips where he started pulling her underwear and pants off together, kissing each new inch of skin he revealed. It was like the sweetest form of torture. When she was free of her clothes, he picked her up and in one smooth movement they were on the bed. Her hands moved to undo his belt and jeans. He helped her along, slipping out of them and moving on top of her.

Kit stopped for a moment, cupping his face. She just wanted to look at him and take in the moment. She had missed the feeling of his skin, the way he kissed, the way he moved, even the way he smelled. And now she didn't have to miss it anymore. It was all hers. It had only been a few hours but everything felt different. It was different. "Jax…" she murmured through heavy breathing.

"I know," he told her, locking eyes with her. "I love you too."

There were no more words after that. Just love. It was strange how different sex was when you loved the person you were with. It was better in a million and one ways.

A/N: Thanks for all the follows/faves/reviews. It's nice to know real people are out there. Drop me a line and let me know what you thought. Things will start picking up plot wise next chapter. xoA