CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

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After eating dinner in Derek and Trish's room Abel starts getting a bit grumpy at 7pm so Jax and I take him down the hall to put him to bed for the night, Jax convinces me to have a bath and go to bed knowing that the day we've just had, and the one to come will be emotionally draining but while he's filling the bath for me I use the time to ring Patrick and remind him we're in town.

Getting hold of him at his office at 715 on a weeknight isn't unusual but when he tells me he needs to meet with me when I have a chance I'm immediately suspicious.

"Why?"

"Cause I have information about that email you forwarded but I need to give it to you in person."

"Okay. Umm, when?"

"Monday is fine. I've got free time from 9am till lunch if you want to come in then, we can go over the other stuff with your accounts as well while you're here."

"Sure, clear your morning for me." I reply with a laugh "That way I can get 6 months' worth of legal stuff over with now."

"Sure thing. See you Monday." Patrick says and disconnects the call as the bathroom door opens.

"Baby we have to go see Patrick on Monday." I say before he can ask who I was talking to. "He found out about that photo I told you about."

"Which one?" Jax says, pulling me to my feet and starting to tug my clothes off me.

Laughing as I undo the buttons of my shirt "That one that I was sent while you were in Indian Hills that you didn't want to see."

Jax frowns slightly as he thinks "Oh, the blonde?"

I nod "Yeah, the random blonde who was being impaled by your dick."

Jax laughs at my expression "That I still don't remember."

Reaching behind myself I undo my skirt and let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it "I know you don't baby. But god help you, and them, if anyone else thinks they're gonna get to ride Jax Teller, or his bike, all they'll get is one way trip to the morgue."

Jax laughs, following me through to the bathroom "That's kinda hot in a disturbing way, but not as hot as the whole white clothing stuff you had today."

I shake my head, turning around "Why was white hot?"

Jax steps closer to me, backing me up till I'm leaning against the counter "The whole virginal white pure sweet innocent thing while I know exactly what you're like behind closed doors."

Looking up into his eyes I can see there's a level of desire there, but he's not in one of his 'must claim, mark, possess' moods that he had been in the days before our trip. "So I shouldn't wear white?"

Jax shakes his head and leans down, using his nose to move my bra strap off my shoulder. "No, you should wear it whenever you like."

"But be prepared for the filthy thoughts you have needing an outlet?"

Jax nods, smiling against my skin as he peppers my shoulder with kisses "Exactly. But for right now you need to get yourself in the bath. I need to go talk to Hap some more, but I'll be right next door if you need me."

I nod and wiggle out of my underwear, stepping into the hot water with a grateful sigh.

Jax comes back in about 20 minutes later, holding a squirming Abel in his arms, a bottle in the other hand "How do you work that warmer thing?"

I giggle and look at the bottle in his hand "Turn the warmer on and leave the bottle in there for about 10 minutes. Was there not one in there already?" I was sure I'd put one in there while I was talking to Patrick.

"Don't know, didn't look." Jax says with a shrug. Looking back out the door he chuckles "There's one in there."

"Sweet. Put the one you've got in your hand in the warmer and turn the temperature right down and the one in there should be the right temperature."

Jax disappears back into the room, returning with the warm bottle in his hands and sits down on the closed lid of the toilet while Abel drinks the warmed milk. "You feeling a bit better?"

I nod "But what the fuck is Johnson thinking? How does he think a dead man is going to be able to take the stand?"

"Dunno babe. Ope recons he's doing it to freak you out and unsettle you before your testimony."

I shrug, the water moving in the tub "It worked."

Abel gets half way through the bottle before turning his head towards his daddy and burping wetly, a splatter of spilt milk landing on Jax's shirt and pants.

Jax looks down with a grimace "That's really gross little man, now I'm chucked on and you're all gooey."

I can't help but laugh, sinking my head under the water when Jax turns his glare to me. Lifting my head out of the bath a couple of seconds later I snicker at Jax who's holding Abel at arm's length "How bout we get your clothes off and you get in the bath with Mommy while I take my now vomited clothes off?"

Watching Jax struggle to undress Abel without getting more of the milky liquid on himself has me biting my lips "Put your shirt in the basin, I'll rinse it and get Trish to have it and your pants put through the laundry service tomorrow otherwise they'll smell forever and I'll be throwing them out and I just brought them."

Jax mock salutes with one hand as he finally gets Abel out of his footie pyjamas, singlet and diaper, handing the now naked baby to me he laughs when the first thing Abel does is wrap his hand around my wrist, the slimy digits of his fingers slipping against my skin in an awful feeling.

10 minutes later he's clean, I'm clean the floor of the bathroom is wet and there are three towels down on the floor soaking up some of the water but Abel is smiling happily and we've got the fourth towel wrapped around us, leaving one for Jax to use when he's done with the shower he's heading to once the water from the bath is empty.

Abel happily sucks down the bottle that Jax had put in the warmer and I make a mental note to ask Trish if she could get the other ones sterilised in the hotel kitchen. After burping him I'm settling his now sleeping body back into his bed when Jax comes through the door behind me "Shirts in the skin babe."

I nod absently, pulling the soft blanket over Abel's legs and chest, but leaving his arms free "Don't know what he didn't like about that bottle." I murmur quietly turning around and finding Jax right behind me.

"Mommy didn't give it to him." Jax replies with a one armed shrug, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest. "But I think it's time you went to bed. You've been chewing on your lips since Charlotte told you that Craig would be there tomorrow, even if you know it's not possible."

I release the pressure I wasn't aware I had on my bottom lip, tasting the coppery tang of my own blood against my tongue when I press it to what is now a very raw part of my mouth. "Ouch." I whisper.

Jax nods "Exactly."