CHAPTER SEVEN

After a long hot shower Jax and I curl up together in his bed and continue the discussion about ink.

"So, you said that this drawing is a pin-up style?" Jax asks, his arm tucked around my back holding me as close to him as possible.

"Yep it is. You'll probably want it changed a bit from what was drawn, or you might like one of the drawings Al's done. I think she's done about 5 different versions, but you'd have to look at them to decide." I don't feel like telling him just yet that at least half of the drawings have more skin uncovered then covered, I figure that he'll pick one that he likes and we can change it if he wants.

"And the crow and shield?" Jax asks, tracing his finger over the area of skin which won't be able to be inked for at least 2 weeks, provided he can keep his mouth and teeth to himself.

"Well, the 'property of' tattoo will have to wait till my shoulder's healed." I say cheekily.

Jax grins at me and tugs my braid, "Well you'll just have to stop tasting so good."

Laughing as I wiggle closer to him, if it's at all possible. "We'll talk to Al and Hap tomorrow about designs, next weekend we'll have some sort of idea, that good for you?"

Jax nods, "Sounds like a plan. The sooner I get some ink on you the better."

"Ditto there babe. Once my image is on your skin I can put some extra pussy rules." I grin, knowing that he'll either over react or be completely cool with it. Tara once tried to tell him that he couldn't have road pussy.

"You're not gonna try and stop me are you?" Jax says, sounding curious.

"Ha, and have you tell me to go and play hide and go fuck myself like you told Tara? I don't think so. We all know it happens, the only way it wouldn't is if I went with you on every run and that is just too much. But I'd like to put some rules down, or at least limits I guess."

"What would they be darlin'?"

"Just simple stuff, no face to face. From behind is fine, that way they're just bodies not faces. No repeats. No road pussy shows up in Charming or I will beat the shit out of it. No telling me about it."

Jax nods, "Fair enough. But I do want to make sure you know that the prison clause is null and void when it comes to you."

I sit up a little. "Is there something you should be telling me?"

Jax shakes his head, "Nope, but you know what we do. It's always a possibility."

"I know that Jax." I roll my eyes at him "I'm not one of the dopey chicks that think the Sons are just mechanics and Harley enthusiast in a club. I've been around long enough to know the darker dangerous side of the club. I remember Clay's normal visits stopping for 6 months when I was 10 when he went inside." I rest my head back on Jax's shoulder, my eyes fixed on the 'Abel' tattoo across his chest. "You never said if you would be okay with me getting Abel's name and birth date as part of the tattoo?"

I try not to tense as he's silent for a while, while it would sting if he said no I'm fully prepared for it, I'm not Abel's mom and even if I end up raising him he won't ever have that biological connection to me.

"I'd love for you to do that. If you're with me then Abel will be a part of your life. I just wonder when it's going to suddenly dawn on you that in the space 24 hours you've ended up with an Old Man and a baby." Jax says, turning his head and fixing his blue eyes on my grey ones.

I smile brightly at him, "Jax, I've been waiting for this for years. Well maybe not the baby part, but there is no way in hell that I'd let anything happen to Abel. He's part of you, which would automatically make him important to me, that he's survived through what he has makes him even more special. I'm not going to run away from you, or Abel, or the Club." I chuckle at the sudden thought that pops into my mind.

"What?"

"Well I was just thinking that I may run away from Gem when you tell her you're inking me this soon."

Jax laughs, his chest shaking and making my head bounce a little. "Don't you worry about Mom. She's probably picking out china patterns and wedding dresses already."

I giggle at him, "You know you're probably right there." I can just see Gemma sitting with notebooks in front of her surrounded with wedding and home and garden magazines. The random thought of home and garden makes me suddenly realise how serious things seem to have gotten between Jax and I in the space of a single day. I'm just opening my mouth to ask him something I've realised is important when he starts speaking again.

"Clay might be a bigger issue, but you get to deal with him if I have to deal with Ma." Jax says, humour colouring his tone.

I shrug as well as I can from my horizontal position tucked into Jax's arm. "I'll deal with Uncle Clay. He'll be a pussy cat compared to your mother who will want to take you shopping for rings and silverware if you're right."

We lie in bed in our own little world for a while, each silently lost in our own thoughts.

"I have another question." I muse quietly, wondering if it's worth bringing it up now or not before deciding that if it's worrying me then Jax should know.

"Hmm, what's that?" Jax has relaxed a lot, his voice sounds like he is on the verge of sleep and his eyes are half closed.

"What's going to happen when my house is finished?"

Jax opens his eyes and looks at me, "That may be a conversation that we should save for when we're both wide awake darlin', it's gotta have a huge list of pro's and con's and shit that we'll have to talk about."

I nod "Okay," closing my eyes "goodnight babe. Love you."

"Love you to darlin'." Jax leans over and turns off the light before he pulls my head towards him, kisses me softly and settles back onto his pillow.

He's asleep before I am and I lay there for a while, considering how quickly things have happened I don't feel overwhelmed at all, I feel like I'm exactly where I should be.

With a wry grin I shuffle around a bit more and watch Jax's face through the sliver of light that's coming through the cracked door, he looks incredibly relaxed. None of the tension that he's been carrying for the last few weeks is evident anymore, his face is smooth and there's no clenching to his teeth, something I'd discovered over the last few weeks he did when he was worried about something.

I trace my hand up his side and rest it over his heart, the steady thump-thump thump-thump sound lulling me into sleep as well.