CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

Website where all photos of all outfits mentioned is on my profile. 1 short chapter and one out-take tonight. Really struggling at the moment. Normally I can write a chapter every day or two, but for some reason lately it's been three or four days to write a chapter. Just as well I have a buffer of chapters. Working on some stuff that comes later in this story, I thought maybe sinking my teeth into some of the drama coming might help my brain go back to SAMCRO mode. On a side note, how many readers will continue to read after December when the series comes to it's completion? Reviewer reply at the bottom of the chapter. I'll try and do this from now on, if you have a question ask away.

It's almost 3 am when there's a tentative knock at the door which startles me from the thoughts I was locked in, having woken to feed Abel at 2 I'd not managed to get back to sleep while the other half of the bed remained empty. Standing up and crossing the door I peek through the curtain to the side where I see Jax, his head leaning against the door.

Opening the door a crack I narrow my eyes at him "I would have thought that seeing they kept you till 3 in the morning they would have provided you a place to sleep."

Jax looks contrite as he accepts my anger "They would have babe, but I can't sleep without you near. You know that."

Pulling the door open further so he can enter he starts shedding his clothes immediately, his kutte halfway to the chair before I notice a smear of something on the neck of his shirt "What the fuck is that?" I hiss, pointing at his collar.

Pulling his shirt over his head he looks down and to my increasing anger starts laughing. "Well there was this chick there…"

Shaking my head I point towards the sofa, cutting his words off "Sleep there. I might talk to you tomorrow."

"…who split tomato sauce on my shirt." He finishes with a chuckle. "Here, see."

Passing his shirt to me I feel my face heat in embarrassment when I realise the red mark I'd assumed to be lipstick was actually sauce as he'd said.

"Sorry baby. But you wake me up in the middle of the night, coming here smelling like weed and booze with a suspicious stain on your shirt."

Jax chuckles and wraps his arms around me "You were already awake Darlin' the light was on when I knocked. That's why I knocked rather than ringing your cell like Ope and Hap did. Al was still awake too."

I shrug in his arms, lifting my hands to his chest "Yeah I was. But the fact is that you and Ope are both meant to be driving tomorrow. Are you gonna be able to?"

Jax nods, glancing at the red lights of the clock in the corner "Yeah, its 3 now. Cam told Hap that we don't have to check out till 11 so that means I can at least sleep till 9. Where's the next stop?"

I groan and rest my head against his shoulder in defeat "Salt Lake City."

Jax chuckles again "I'll let the charter know. Later. Much much later."

Leading me back to the hotel bed he pulls the covers back and waits while I arrange myself under the blankets before moving silently around the room. Relocking the front door, removing his gun from the holster and putting it right beside the bed and hanging his kutte over the back of the single chair in the room before he finally climbs under the blankets with me and pulls me to his side. Kissing my forehead he smiles slightly against my skin "Never change babe."

"Huh?"

He laughs and squeezes me "Never stop being jealous of sauce."

Jabbing my finger into his abs he groans slightly when my fingernail catches "Stop being a smart ass." Pausing while I kiss his chin I snicker "I'll always be jealous of sauce baby. I've seen how you look at it."

Jax laughs, the sound loud in our quiet room, making Abel stir slightly. "Shush." I whisper and his whole body shakes as he laughs.

"How do I look at sauce?"

I giggle against his side, burrowing my nose into his neck "You look at it like you'd like to drown yourself in it."

Jax shakes his head and kisses my forehead again "The only way I'd like death to occur by sauce is if you're covered it in."

"Eww." Is all I can reply, closing my eyes and allowing sleep to come.

Meyou744: I touched on it, all they know at this stage is it came from the San Francisco branch of the ATF. It was chapter 68 of this story where Patrick told her. It will come back into the forefront at some stage...it's all in my grand plan LOL