"Jax." She finds herself saying months later, her stomach now getting in the way of everything and everyone. "Don't do this." She begs, watching as he prepares for some sort of gang war. He's got his bullet proof vest on underneath his clothes, which worries her even more. Nothing can protect that beautiful head of his. "I need you, Jax." She finally whispers, falling to her knees in front of him. Tears streaming down her face, she's almost shocked when he drops next to her.

"Spencer, calm down." He tries to assure her, wrapping his arms around her middle. "This is club biz, I have to go." He places a brief kiss on her forehead. "I will be fine." He moves one of his hands to her belly, "I will be right here when Nicolaus decides to make his debut." Ah, Nicolaus. They had finally decided on a name, her late father's name.

"Jax, please don't go." She begs, pushing his hand away from her stomach. "I've got a bad feeling about this, please. Listen to me." She moves her hands to his face now, cupping his furry cheeks gently. "I love you, Jax. I can't let you do this."

She was exactly right, that night six son's from multiple charters were murdered and half of SAMCRO is currently sitting behind bars. She silently prays to a God she once thought she forgot, thanking him for allowing Jax to stay home with her.

She knew the Son's wouldn't be happy with his choice. Club first, always. In this moment though, she could absolutely care less and even though Jax wouldn't admit it she could tell he was thankful for his life tonight. The way he stared at her in admiration, his hands resting gently on her stomach, he was memorized. "I don't want this life for you anymore, Jax." She says boldly, looking back at him. "I want the body count to be gone, I want a life where that isn't normal conversation. Jax, I'll do anything."

"Admit you love me." He whispers into her ear, causing the hairs on her arms to rise.

"I do love you." She says quietly, turning in his arms to face him.

"No, that you're in love with me too." He speaks sternly, pulling her legs around his waist, her stomach being a bit of a buffer between the two of them.

"Jax, we promised each other we would never go down that road." She looks down at her stomach now, attempting to avoid any eye contact with him. He harshly grabs her chin though, forcing her to look at him.

"All of that changed, Spence." He sighs, playing with a strand of her hair. "The moment we stopped fucking and started making love." Jax bites his lip lightly, removing his hand from her chin. "You didn't let me go tonight not only because of Nicolaus but because you need me too."

"I love you, you stupid oaf. I've loved you since the day I met you, since the first time you smiled that shit smile of yours. Okay?" She stares at him, refusing to break eye contact now. "I'm in love with you, Jax Teller." It's like a huge weight has lifted from both of their shoulders. "And now everything is going to be fucked up."

"No, Spencer. Now you can let me make an honest woman out of you by being an honest man." He leans forward, placing a small kiss on her lips. "I've been in love with you since the day you scraped your knee on my porch. I was so envious of Thomas, who was right there to help you up. The way he took care of you, even though we were just kids. I wanted to be the one to get you a fucking band aid and to wipe your tears away." She finds herself smiling at the memory, remembering how much of a jackass Jax was that day. When she fell he just stared at her and then stormed off when Thomas kissed her 'booboo'.

"Then leave with me." She whispers, "Go nomad." She closes the space between them, kissing his lips and then moving to his neck. "We can be a real family." She says, licking the sweet spot she's found on his neck. "Nicolaus doesn't have to know this life." Jax groans, moving his hands to her bottom, pulling her deeper into his groin – which proves difficult with their son in the middle.

"Okay." Is all he says, moving his head to the side. He allows her to have her way with him, only breaking away from her to strip himself from his t-shirt. She moans gently as he moves his hands to her back, unzipping her dress. He pulls it up and over her head, exposing her fully to him now. "You know it drives me crazy when you wear nothing underneath."

"Jax, let's leave now." She whispers, pulling back from him. She eagerly works on his jeans, pulling them down and off his perfectly chiseled body. "Go anywhere. I just need to get out of here." She mumbles, pulling his boxers to his ankles.

Spencer eagerly takes him into her mouth, his hands quickly running through her hair. He pulls her down gently at first but then with more enthusiasm. Her hands dig into his thighs but she keeps going, hoping to ease whatever pain he must be going through.

"Okay, baby." He groans before pulling her head back from him, "I want you." He whispers, picking her up from the floor in front of him. He gently bends her over, "And anything you want."