"Jesus fucking Christ," Tara mumbled to herself, "why did I think this was a good idea?"

It was a bright warm spring day. She thought it would be a good day to take the kids to the park and beach off of Lake Michigan. No club members, no nannies. Just them and the kids.

You would think she would give up on having at least one semi-'normal' day.

She watched the mom, who she just asked as nicely as she could to get her kids not to throw sand on Able, Thomas, and Sammie, go scurrying off to someone she assumed was her husband. Fuckin' rat. If Gemma were still around she would tell the woman to handle her own shit.

She quickly began gathering their things, as Jax had already gone to throw the garbage away. The irony was not lost on her that a vaguely similar situation ended with her damn near losing the use of her hand.

She picked up Sammie, to start brushing her and her play mat off.

"Come on, boys, get your toys together," she was saying when Jax came back, his hand grazing her side.

"We leaving already?" Jax asked, confused.

"I don't want to," she whispered to him under her breath, "but we need to.." she urges.

"Babe," he asks, almost alarmed at her urgency, eyes scanning the people around them, looking for any threat, "What happened?".

"I told the mom of the kids beside us, to get her kids to stop throwing sand," Tara then stopped for a second, "I never thought I would quote Gemma," she said making Jax look at her with a slight smirk, "But instead of handling her shit, she ratted to her man."

"Okay," he still didn't get it.

"He is the angry man coming this way," Tara said, before adding, "We don't need the kids to see anything or hear anything, baby," she reminds him softly.

"Keep your bitch in line!"

Jax feels Tara stiffen up next to him, "I got it, babe," Jax assures her before they hear it again. Jax turns around and lowers his sunglasses under the bill of his reaper hat, "You talking to me?", pointing to himself for emphasis.

"Ya! Keep your bitch in line!"

"What? Like you do yours?" Jax says, motioning to the bruises around the woman's eye. "Wait. Before we keep this going, do either of you inbred hillbillies have a smartphone?"

Tara had turned around slightly to see what Jax saw, unsurprisingly the woman took a phone out.

"Okay cool. Now pull up Google. Search for Jackson Teller. J-a-c-k-s-o-n T-e-l-l-er," he watched as the woman looked at him before hitting search.

"The fuck you doin, Teller," Tara whispers to him.

"I got this," he whispers.

"Anyway, where was I? My bitch doesn't need my help to handle her shit. Besides, your kids were being douches, bro," Jax felt he had to point out.

"Your bit…"

Jax stops him,"I'm not gonna let you keep calling her that," he finishes before he sees the man's wife scurry towards him, "I think YOUR bitch has something to show you."

Tara was damn near full belly laughing when she saw the looks the man and woman were giving him.

"What's so funny over there?" Jax jokes to her like she asked him not too long ago.

Tara held up her hand in defense, still laughing, "Nothing. I just fucking love my dirty criminal."

Jax looked at her with a goofy grin on his face, "I fucking love my dirty doctor."

He turns his attention back to the couple in front of him, smirking as he watches them keep looking from him to their phones. "Wait a minute, let me take my hat off so you can clearly see my face."

"Do you really want to find out if any of that shit is true?" Jax asks before adding, "I am a bit rusty, but I have been doing this shit since I was 16." For good measure he thought he would throw in, "My bitch has been known to bust some bitches up. Yours?"

They watched as the couple grabbed their kid and began hauling ass to get as far away from him as fast as possible, "No? So we're cool then?" he asked their retreating forms. "See," he turned to look at Tara with a sly grin on his face, "I can play a civilian."

"I love you," Jax felt Tara's laughing form fold into his, she pulled him down softly by his goatee, "I'm proud of you," she kissed him. "How did you know that would work?"

"Love you, too babe," he returned the kiss, "Between the rednecks on the inside and the white nationalists we still have to sometimes deal with," He says looking down at her, "I've learned to spot a pussy who can't handle themselves when shit gets real."

"Mommy," Able said behind them, "Are we still leaving?"

"No baby," Tara said, "We are staying."

SOASOASOA

"We almost had an incident," Tara says to Chibbs as he is helping them unload the car.

Jax barked out a laugh.

"Oh yah'," Chibbs said, looking Jax over. "Well Jackie boy seems to be in good spirits," he appraises him more, "no visual signs of blood or assault."

By now Jax has Sammy in his arms, and is looking at his friend with an amused smile on his face.

"So ya pulled out the ol' stone cold killer act?"

Tara had the boy's toy bag and Sammie's diaper bag, as she walked by Jax and pulled him down for a kiss quickly, then kissed Sammie's cheek. "He didn't have to."

"Eh?"

"I told them to Google me," Jax says simply. "Then I asked him if he really wanted to find out if any of what he was reading was true."

Tara started laughing again, "He literally spelled his name out," she had to stop to catch her breath, "Then he took off his hat and sunglasses so they could match the mugshots with him."

Chibbs started hoarse laughing.

"They hurried up and got the fuck out," Tara said, "Dragging their asshole kid behind them."

Chibbs laughed even harder, damn near popping a rib.

"I guess infamy can have some advantages," Jax shrugged his shoulders

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