Okay ladies, Happy Easter! I was hanging out with my friend Christina and she read my story, Something New, and loved it. She said she ships this couple hard, and suggested that I write some kind of flashback, after Jax made his choice to marry Wendy. I am truly debating of ending this story soon, but I'm not too sure yet :). Please enjoy, I hope you all like it!

Present:

Jax and I were still on our bedroom floor. The bed blanket shielded our bodies and I looked up at him.

"You ready to go again?"

"Jules, we've been at it for the last four hours. I need a break."

"But, I want more."

"I married a nympho, didn't I?"

I hid my face in his chest, looking at him with my one eye that was showing.

"Takes one to know one."

"This is true," he replied, placing a kiss onto my forehead.

"You wanna know something?"

"Sure."

"I sometimes think about what might've happened.. if I stayed in Charming a few years ago. Do you think it would be different?"

"Honestly, I think it wouldn't be that much of a change. We might've had more rugrats runnin' around, but that's it."

The thought of having more kids made my heartbeat intensify. I would love to have more children.

"I never told you, but I did go to New York to see you two months after you left."

I sat up. I flinched slightly due to the intense rugburn on my back. I used one of my arms to help me.

"You came to see me. Why?"

"Why do you think? I wanted to tell you, I made a huge mistake, and I should've stayed with you that morning."

Flashback: Five years ago

Jax was putting new brakes on a car when he heard footsteps come closer to where he was. He looked up and saw Bobby and Clay talking.

"I don't like the idea of you going by yourself, brother,"

"It is only for a couple days. We need prospects."

"Where are you going, Bobby?", Jax asked, cutting into the conversation.

"New York."

"Really? I wanna go."

"You wanna go with me to New York? I thought you hated it there."

" I never said I hated it. Let me go with you. I might have a change of heart."

"What about your mom?," Clay asked.

"I'm 23. I'll be fine. Plus, I'll be with Bobby. "

"Okay. Be ready by six. It's going to take a while to get there, but if we haul ass, we can make good time."

Jax took off his protective eye gear and his gloves.

He made it home quicker than he anticipated. His legs brought him to his bedroom. He opened the closet door and started packing some clothes in a bag.

He didn't care that he neglected to share the information with Wendy.

He yearned to see Julia again. And he was doing just that.

He met Bobby at the clubhouse at six. They left shortly after gasing up their bikes and getting something to eat.

The trip to New York took them about a week. It would've taken longer if they dragged their heels. He was so glad they didn't.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry.

Tell her.. that he isn't ashamed of being with her because of her skin tone.

Jax managed to get an address and her law firm.

Should he show up to her job in front of everyone? Or at her home where it is just the two of them?

"Jax, you okay? You seemed distracted these past few days," Bobby asked, getting off his bike.

"Yeah, I'm good. After we are finished recruiting for the day, I just need some alone that okay?"

"Look at all this pussy around here," Bobby said stretching out his arms and looking at the passing women. "You sure you wanna have alone time? I'm sure these ladies wouldn't mind giving you a spin," he nudged Jax.

"I'm married. Besides... they aren't her."

"Who, Wendy?"

"Ye.. yeah, yeah, they aren't Wendy."

"Okay, so what is your favorite position in bed, Julia?", Andrea asked me while I was working.

"And, why is that your business?", I asked smiling.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy on me. You listen to me vent all day about my latest lay. I want to know what's been going on with that vagina of yours, and what kind of guy who can give it one hell of a ride," she said, spinning in her chair.

"You remind me of my friend back home."

"She seems smart. You see, most men think us woman should be in the kitchen and wait on them hand and foot. Women like us are breaking the stereotype. We are independent women who are not afraid to admit we enjoy sex. Come on, tell me."

I put my pen down.

"Missionary."

"Why?"

"Because I believe that is the most intimate position. Perfect for kissing, rubbing, eye contact. It's more than just sex."

"Damn girl, you're deep. That is probably why the men that go out with you have to buy you dinner first."

Jax managed to sneak away from Bobby. While Bobby was in a restroom at the bar, he gave him the slip and jogged over to the Donaldson law firm where Julia works which was only a few blocks over. He looked at the Grand building and walked to the secretary.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Julia Carter."

"What is this regarding?"

"What?"

"How does she know you? Are you a client? A friend? I need to know so I can set up a meeting for you.", she responded, showing attitude in her tone.

Well, what time can she schedule a meeting for a friend she fucked right before she left?

"You know what, never mind."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She nodded and answered her ringing phone.

Fuck! Why is he being such a god damn pussy!

Andrea and I made it downstairs for lunch.

"Hey Jess, any messages?" I asked.

"No, but Devon asked about you earlier."

"Devon! That man is gorgeous! Seriously, if you don't make a move, I will," Andrea blurted out the obvious.

"Go ahead. I'm not interested."

I pushed open the doors of the firm and breathed in the New York City air. The air was so different compared to Charming. In Charming, the smell of burgers and pancakes from Joe's diner would travel for miles. Here, it just diesel fuel and cologne from people spraying it so much to make a sale on the street.

"Julia, are you okay? No one, and I mean no one would ever turn down a date with Devon. Who fucked you up so bad in Charming?"

"It's complicated, Andrea. The guy I wanted married another woman. I didn't do anything about it."

"I'm sorry. Do you think he felt the same way about you?"

"I don't know. I've always liked him. But, after we slept together, the feelings were hard to ignore."

"That is truly a shitty situation. But, he has moved on, honey. You should do the same."

I didn't want to move on. I wanted to believe he has been thinking about me as much as I have been thinking about him. If he was, would've showed me already, right?

"You're right. You are absolutely right. From this point on, consider me moved on."

"Thank god. Now, I can hit up a bar with someone I actually like," she linked our arms, and went to the closest bar.

"I don't usually drink in the afternoon," I looked around at the bar I stepped in with Andrea.

'You should start. It is a great way to get the edge off."

"Hello ladies."

Andrea and I turned around.

Devon.

He wasn't as dark as I was. He was light skinned. His suit didn't hide the fact that he has a large amount of muscle underneath. Devon also had beautiful eyes. He didn't have brown eyes like most colored folk. He had green.

Hi, Devon."

"You want me to buy you two a drink?"

"Actually, I had my eye on something as soon as we walked in here. You two have fun," Andrea said, heading toward a man by the window.

Bobby was outside by the bikes when Jax finally decided to grace him with his presence again.

"Jax, I've been calling you. Where the hell did you go?"

" I was just walking around. Sorry."

"It's okay. You ready to move on to the next one?"

"Sure."

As they were walking the sidewalks of the city, Bobby stopped and looked at Jax.

"Jax, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, you can tell me anything."

" I didn't come here to recruit. My ex.. she lives out here now."

"Oh."

"I had Juice do some research and he told me she works at a place called O'Mally's. Too bad we past about ten thousand of 'em and no sign of her."

"What about her address?"

"She's banging a fed. He made sure her address is confidential."

"I thought you hated your ex."

"I did for a while. But now, I miss her like hell. The crow eaters help me get through each night before it's morning and I'm alone again."

"I'm here for you. Bobby. Let's find your wife."

Bobby and Jax discovered another O'Mally's at the next block. Jax looked through the window, and his heart slammed violently against his chest cavity.

Julia was in there.

She looked so damn beautiful. Her hair was cut short into a bob and it was straight. She was wearing a burgundy blouse with a tan pencil skirt with matching pumps. She was talking to a man next to her, who was making her laugh.

"Let's check in here."

Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his Samcro hat, pulling it over his face as much as possible.

They walked in, and Bobby flagged down the bartender. Jax sat on one of the stools, sliding his eyes in the direction of Julia.

She smiled and looked down at the floor. She would always do that whenever someone would compliment her. Like she thought you were insane to give her any kind of compliment. Like she wasn't worthy enough for them.

He had no idea what the guy was saying, but after he said it, he leaned in and kissed Julia.

Jax tensed up on the stool and his fists balled up.

He fucking kissed her.

Jax got off the stool. Bobby tapped him on the shoulder.

" I know where she is. She works at the one on 22nd."

Jax looked over at Julia one last time. She's happy. Why is he pissed if this guy makes her happy? Oh, it's because he wants to be the one to make her happy. He is just too chickenshit to do so.

He looked back at Bobby.

"Cool. Let's go."

Bobby looked in the direction where Jax was looking. He saw Julia. He was happy he came to his senses and married Wendy. The club would be too hard on him if he went with the colored broad. Even if she made him happier.

They made it to the bar about twenty minutes later. They saw Precious wiping down a table in the back. Bobby headed right to her.

"Bobby? How the fuck did you find me? What are you doing here?", the red headed woman yelled, getting the bar full of people to stop what they were doing and looked at her.

"I wanted to see you."

"Well, you saw me. Now you can go."

"No. I want you back."

Jax sat down at the bar. He got the attention of the bartender.

"Hey, what can I get you?"

"A glass of JD. Leave the bottle," he replied, placing two hundred dollars on the bar.

"Some girl break your heart, man?", he asked.

"No, the opposite."

He placed the glass and the JD in front of him.

"It's on the house."

"Thanks."

Jax poured some into the glass and chugged it down.

After finishing almost, the whole bottle, he stood up and made his way to the black woman at the end of the bar.

"Hey, can I get you a drink," he slurred.

She smiled at her handsome encounter.

"How bout we skip the drinks and go back to my place."

"Okay. What's your name, darlin'?"

"Whatever you want it to be."

"Perfect. Let's get the hell out of here."

He grabbed her hand and they both were gone in seconds.

The sex didn't last long. She was okay with him moaning someone else's name other than her own. She was coming out of a breakup as well. She believed the release would help just like he did.

But, it didn't help.

It just made it worse.

Present:

"I fucked up, Jules. Letting you go like that."

"I think we both did. But, I came back. Maybe it was the universe's way of bringing us back together because we were too scared to do it ourselves."

"I wish it didn't take me so long to figure out what I wanted."

"It doesn't matter anymore. Because now you have it."