I decided to name the chapter after the song from Safetysuit. I think it fits for Julia and Jax. What do you think? :). Thanks you guys for the continued support! Enjoy!

Jax and Clay sat in the living room, waiting for Gemma to join them.

"I'm sorry, son."

Jax looked up at his stepfather who was sitting across from him.

"For what?"

"For being so hard on you and Julia. I thought she was going to be 24 hour pussy and disappear. But, when you started drifting from the club because of what's been going on at home, I didn't know how else to act. "

" You know you would do the same thing for my mom. Why should it be different for any other member in this club?"

"It's different with you. You're my VP. "

"Clay, I'm not going to put the club before my family."

"I know. I shouldn't expect you to. Not anymore. I'm selfish, Jax. Everyone knows that. I just need to work on it."

Gemma came into the living room. The two men stood in front of her.

"Please sit, " her voice coming out in a whisper.

They did what they were told and sat down again.

"What's going on, Gem?", Clay asked, breaking the short silence.

"I.. I haven't been honest to the both of you."

Clay and Jax looked at each other and back at Gemma.

"I wasn't in a car accident a few weeks ago. I.. I was raped. "

The men's eyes widened.

"What?", they said in unison.

"It was a bunch of men in white masks. The same men that set up Julia and tried to kill her. They wanted me to deliver you a message. To stop selling guns to minorities or shit will get much worse than me being raped. I didn't think it would've led to any of this. I was trying to protect the club like I always have, "Gemma stated through her light sobbing.

The men's eyes were filled with pain. They got up and held Gemma.

"I'm so sorry, Jax. If I told you two this earlier, maybe.."

"Mom, this isn't your fault. Those assholes are going to get what's coming to them. I can promise you that."

Jax separated from his mother and Clay stood in front of her, holding her tight. Jax left the home, leaving the couple alone.

Unser gave me and Abel a ride to Teller-Morrow after I got stitched up.

"Thank you," my voice sounding mechanical.

"Anytime, sweetheart."

I got out of the car and got Abel and the bag I packed out of the back.

"Julia, you did the right thing, you know that, right? "

I nodded.

"Did you find anything on Marques Fuller?"

"Not yet. But, I'll let you know when I do."

"Okay."

A member of the Sons of Anarchy escorted me and Abel into the clubhouse. Jax pulled up as Unser was ready to leave. Jax got off his bike and took off his helmet, his feet bringing him to Unser's car.

"How is she?"

"Distant."

Jax turned his head to hide the pain in his face and looked back at Wayne.

"Thanks for bringing her over."

"Yeah."

Jax walked into the clubhouse, taking my hand, and leading me to his apartment. He closed the door behind me.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Babe.."

"Jax, how do you think I'm doing? I killed someone less than an hour ago. You're going out there, risking your ass once again. I can't just sweep any of that under the rug. It's going to bother me."

"Jules, this is going to ease up. All of it."

"I know it will. I just want it to happen soon. ", I replied, my voice getting shaky.

He moved his hands from mine to my face. I tried looking down, but he moved my head upwards as gently as possible.

"You always tell me to have faith. Jules, I need you to have some now more than ever. I know the past few weeks haven't been easy on you. I'm so sorry for that. Please, just have some faith," his tone more pleading than I ever heard it.

"Okay. But I need something from you before you leave."

"Anything."

"I need help finding Shayna."

He left go of me and rubbed his forehead.

"Jules.."
"Jax please, she's out there. What if something happens to her because of this bullshit with Weston? You have so much on your plate right now, I know. It's wrong for me to ask this. But, I know Shayna. She always stays in a town for one more day before she leaves it behind. "

"Okay, alright. But, you're not going."

"Why?"

"You're seriously asking me that question? I can have the nomads look for her."

I really didn't want to be a pain of the ass. Not after all this man has done for me. So, I just gave in.

"Fine."

There was a soft knock on the door. The words I were dreading were spoken.

"Jax come on, we're going," Bobby said through the door.

"Okay."

Jax took my hand and led me out back to the main part of the clubhouse. All the men going on this I guess you can call it mission or run, I'm not really sure, started leaving. Jax turned around and looked at me.

"Come back to me."

"I will."

I moved my arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"Babe, I gotta go."

"I know."

He moved his hands to my arms and pried my arms from him. He looked into my eyes and held my hand and kissed it. He gave it a light squeeze and left. Everyone in the clubhouse went outside, watching them leave with heavy hearts. I saw Jax talking to a few men that I'm assuming were nomads. They nodded to what he said. He looked at me one last time and took off behind Clay.

Gemma touched my shoulder.

"It's okay. "It's going to be okay. Let's go inside."

Gemma sat down at the bar, and I sat down next to her.

"How's your head, sweetheart?"

I touched the cut by my hairline.

"Well, they say it's not going to leave a scar. "

She smiled.

"No, I mean mentally. You've had one hell of a day."

I've had one hell of a year.

"I know I did the right thing. He was one of the many that raped you. He killed my dad. Framed me. Tried to kill me. But, killing him is not what is bothering me."

"Then what is?"

"I'm changing. I'm changing at a rapid speed here, Gemma. The past few months made me change into someone different."

"You wouldn't be human if you didn't change. I believe life throws us a series of obstacles to see what we're made of. Us old ladies just get a more extreme form of obstacles."

A small smile crossed my mouth.

"Julia, it's going to get easier for you. You're not just some lawyer who comes home and it starts all over again the next day anymore . You're Jax Teller's old lady. You're adjusting. And I think you're doing a hell of a job. Most women would've cracked months ago."

"Thank you. I needed that. "

"Just remember. I've been where you are."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You seem different too, Gemma. Like you're at peace."

"Oh, yeah. I told Clay and Jax the truth."

I touched Gemma's hand.

"I'm proud of you."

She was about to respond when my stomach growled loudly, making both of us laugh. Laugh harder than we have in a while.

"That's a sign we get some food into you and your baby's stomach."

Unser came into the building with Shayna by his side. I got off the barstool and hugged her.

"Julia, I can't breathe."

"I don't care. I'm happy you're okay."

I pulled away from her and looked at Unser.

"Where'd you find her?"

"Your dad's widow saw her boyfriend ready to put her hands on her. She pulled onto the side of the road and started hitting him with the baseball bat and called us."

"Amber?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have the asshole in custody?"

"Yeah, we're holding him."

"Wayne, can you hold him for a while? I want to pay a little visit to that piece of shit."

"You got it," he said with a wink.

"What are you going to do?," Shayna asked me.

"Nothing," I lied.

"What can I get ya," one of the crow eaters asked Shayna.

"I'll have a shot of vodka."

"I don't think so. She's only sixteen. A coke would be fine."

"Why would you leave like that?," I asked changing the subject.

"You got my note."

"I did. I wanted you to stay."

"Julia, I'm a burden. You already have a baby, and you have another one on the way. You really want to add a third child to the mix?"

"First off, Shayna, you are not a burden. No child is."

"My mom used to say I was. I was just an extra mouth to feed."

"Your mom was never a mother to begin with. I'm willing to be that for you. Plus, do you know how many couples can't have kids? I feel blessed that I'll have three. "

"And Jax is really okay with that?"

"Yeah, we want a big family. We want you to be part of our family."

Shayna just hugged me.

I tossed and turned the whole night in Jax's apartment bed. Abel was sleeping in his travel crib, or wherever the technical name is for it. I heard the faint sound of motorcycles approaching the clubhouse.

I yanked the blankets off of me. I jumped over sleeping bodies, trying not to step on anyone. I pulled open the heavy door and ran outside.

Jax got off his bike slowly, still sore from the events that just took place. He placed his helmet on the handlebars.

They won. The victory was theirs. Their families are safe.

His body was knocked into by a beautiful woman with a very familiar vanilla perfume, making his heart hum with joy that she was okay.

I hugged him as tight as possible, breathing in the smell of his leather kutte and that intoxicating cologne he wears. His body was sore from battling it out for the past few hours. But he didn't care anymore. He wanted to hug her tight, hold her like this for as long as possible. But if he held her tight, he might hurt their kid.

"You're okay," my voice was muffled due to my face being pressed against him.

"I kept my promise. I came back to you."

I pulled away from him. His hands resting on my waist. My hands cradled his face. His eyes closed when I touched him. I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him. He helped me and lifted me up.

"What's next?." I asked, when we pulled away.

"Planning our wedding."