CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

AN: I'm back after a second visit to the ER and a week in hospital. Turned out it wasn't just gall bladder, I also had pancreatitus on top of that. It was not pleasant at all. Back to the hospital in 2 weeks to have GB removed (as they can't do it till after the inflammation has completely settled.

Also, sorry this is quiet short.

4 hours later Abel is tucked in bed, the clock is ticking just past midnight, there's almost no food left on the table and even the extra beer from the trunk of Donna's car is in the huge buckets chilling. The back yard is full of drunk Sons and their families, a few of the patches from nearby charters had made the trip, and Gemma's quiet muttering of more coming for the wedding had me cringing slightly with where they were all going to stay.

Leaning over Jax's chair at the head of the table I speak quietly into his ear "I'm going to head inside and go to bed baby. Abel will still be up at 6."

Jax nods, grabbing my hand where it was resting on his shoulder and kissing my fingers "I'm pretty sure everyone will be taking off soon."

I laugh, glancing around "Can't see that happening. As long as no one comes into our room unannounced they'll be fine."

Jax lifts his eyebrow and I shrug "Neeta left Doj here, he's sleeping already."

Groaning Jax shakes his head "So you mean there's going to be dog hair on everything?"

Blowing a raspberry at him I kiss his cheek "We have two nights left with that linen, a bit of hair won't kill you, and he's not on the bed. I made him up a blanket bed on the floor."

Leaving him to the conversation he'd been having with Bobby I go inside, waving over my shoulder. Doj's head barely lifts from the ball he's curled in on the floor when I open the door. Turning the monitor on I strip out of my dress and heels, dropping them into the top of the box by the door. Pulling the clean pyjama's I'd brought back from the new house I climb under the blankets and fall asleep quickly, the music and voices from outside not bothering me at all.

I wake up a couple of hours later when Doj starts growling from the door, Jax's voice telling him to be quiet makes me giggle. Sitting up in bed he leaves the door open for light and comes to sit by me "Everyone's gone. House is a disaster but Ma said to tell you all your girls are coming tomorrow to help clean'."

I nod "She means, D, Cam, Al, Lyla and Cherry. You'll be thankful to be going shopping."

Jax shudders "Never thought I would admit it, but yes I am. Ope and Juice are gonna meet here so we can take the chairs back to TM then go. I need my truck though."

Wiggling further under the blankets I look up at him "I don't have anything to do tomorrow, and if I do D can take me."

Walking around the bed again Jax drops his clothes on top of mine "I've got clean stuff for tomorrow aye babe?"

I roll my eyes towards the ceiling "Yes, about 2 inches to the right of your right hand."

Jax looks down and chuckles "Okay, so I missed them."

Listening to him talk I realise that he's obviously hit a liquor bottle after I went to bed, his words are slightly slurred.

Pulling the blankets off his side of the bed I chuckle when he falls onto the bed, his head landing on his pillow. Throwing the blankets back so they cover him up he opens his arms waiting while I slide across the bed, curling into his side. Resting my head on his shoulder he leans down and kisses my forehead.

"Why did you agree with Mom about redoing the wedding vows?" Jax murmurs, his lips moving against my skin.

"Because Clay told me that the Kings are coming, at least 2 of them anyway. And your mother is right."

"About what?"

"This will be your last marriage. I am the last person you will ever call your wife and you are the only person I will ever marry. Your mother did miss it, and that was our choice. We got the wedding day that we wanted, now to make up for that we'll let her plan the one she would have wanted for her son."

"I get that. Why was she muttering about wardrobe selections?"

I laugh, nuzzling into the side of his neck "One of my conditions was that I got to choose what she wore."

Jax laughs sleepily "I bet she loved that."

"Don't know. Don't care. I'll let her organise location, food, guest list, decorations, flowers, cake and music. All I want control of is clothes for all of us and my own hair and makeup."

Jax snores lightly in response. Closing my eyes I breathe in the whiskey, beer and cigarette smell that's coming off his skin, absorbing his warmth into my body till my heavy eyelids close and refuse to open again.