CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

The beginning of this is meant to be a random series of thoughts, don't know how well it turned out. From the last chapter till now it's approximately 3 weeks. And I know food isn't allowed to be taken into prisons, just go along with it. It's not an integral part of the chapter. :-) AN at bottom as well.

Sitting in the holding area at Stockton Prison I think about how it was that I made it to where I am, not the transition from single New York chef to married Californian Mom but the change from captive in my own town to looking absently around the blank beige room.

Jax and I had our biggest argument in years when he flatly refused to tell me what happened to Polly I'd refused to speak to him for a day, eventually realising that he was trying to protect me (again) and apologising to him time after that had passed in a blur, till right this second when it seemed to have stopped.

The website had gone live a week after the incident in my kitchen and Juice had been working long hours trying to get rid of any bugs. Lyla had been travelling daily to the house to make sure everything had been going okay, in between helping Cherry and I get the two stores set up, which had opened three days after the website to great success. The first day we'd sold out of cupcakes, though that probably had more to do with the leather clad bikers who entered and exited through the back door and judging by how much people were talking about it they were going to be massively in profit by the end of our first year trading, even with the delay we'd had on opening when the booths I'd custom ordered hadn't arrived.

Maria's move to Charming had been a happily charged event. Happy hadn't wanted to leave the house once his mother had arrived, but Cam's begging and then Maria's order had finally got him back to normal after 2 days. Maria's first order of business had been to start 'fattening' Cam up. Claiming that my tiny friend was so thin a brisk wind would blow her over.

Taking our first break since the whole storm of white blew into town Jax had woken me early that morning and demanded that we go see Uncle Otto. Smirking at me when I'd sat up so fast that my head spun. Laughing at the huge grin on my face he'd run his hand over my hair "I take it you want to?"

I'd nodded with such speed that a few strands of my hair had tangled around his fingers and 5 minutes later we'd untangled them, he'd gone off to get Abel and I'd headed towards the shower.

"Jackson Teller, Sarah Teller to see Otto Delaney." I rough voice breaks into my thoughts and Jax tugs me to my feet, heading towards the door.

Walking through the door to from one bland room to another bland room the only difference I really see is that in the first bland room there weren't bars on the windows, the second does. But that's all that gathers my attention before my eyes fix on the figure coming in through the door at the other end of the room. Pulling my hand from Jax's I run the length of the room and throw my arms around Otto's neck, squeezing him tightly.

He laughs against my neck and tightens his arms "Bout time you came to see me."

The guard that followed Otto through the doors clears his throat making Otto stiffen and pull backwards "Sorry pretty girl. Better not get in trouble."

I snicker and carefully glance around the room, which is completely empty bar Otto, Jax, myself and two guards. Jax lifts the container he was carrying and sets it on a table "Checked by the metal detectors, and the guards at the guard hut, and the admin guard. Guaranteed nothing contraband."

Lifting the lid the smell of orange and chocolate fills the room and the eyes of both guards flick towards us.

Moaning deep in his throat Otto picks the container up and holds it out to the guards first "She's an awesome baker, want to try one?"

I frown slightly at Jax, the entry of the cupcakes I'd made had already cost me over half the dozen I'd made. Jax shakes his head once as each of the guards picks up a cupcake, takes a bite and then returns to their posts, looking in opposite directions from each other.

Otto snickers as he leads us to the single table that it between the guards, out of their range of view "Looks like enough for each of us."

I shake my head, squeezing his hand "Nope. They're for you. This piggy beside me doesn't need any more cupcakes today."

Jax hugs Otto before dropping into his seat and scowling at me as I get another hug before Otto picks up one of the cupcakes "So what are they?"

Jax twitches an eyebrow at me and I grin "The second best seller. Chocolate cupcake with orange icing."

Otto takes a bite, chewing slowly "If these are second, what's first?" He asks when his mouth is mainly free.

"Vanilla with chocolate."

Leaving the prison two hours later Jax sighs with relief as he puts his kutte back on, covering the white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn for the day. Slipping straight into his Sons swagger he straddles his bike as he does up his helmet "Come on, food time. I'm starved."

"Lead on then." I snigger as I climb on the back of his bike, my helmet covering my hair, jacket done up tightly to tuck it all to my back.

Jax decides to stop at the edge of town on our way back towards Charming. Pulling into the huge car park of a diner designed to feed truckers as well as everyone else who happens to pull in there. Jax backs the bike into a park a few rows from the giant front windows and waits while I climb off the back, undoing my helmet and jacket, shaking my hair out I wait while Jax gets off the bike and hangs his helmet over the handlebars.

Holding his hand out I set my helmet in his outstretched fingers he sets it beside his and slowly gets off the bike stretching his arms above his head. Throwing his arm around my neck he pulls me close and kisses my temple "Thank you."

"What for?" I reach up and lace my fingers through his hand, my fingernail catching on his wedding band.

"For wanting to come see Otto with me, for agreeing to spend the day with me away from Charming. It's been a little over the top there with Ma and you with your schedule with the businesses, and Jimmy's impending arrival." Jax shrugs as we cross the car park.

I laugh "She's waiting rather impatiently for the start of the 5 kids you told her you want." Rolling my eyes as he reaches for the door "Pity she didn't realise you were kidding."

Jax shakes his head and pushes the door open "We have plenty of years to work on filling our huge house."

We order lunch and sit at a table beside the window, talking about a few things that we wanted to have done to the house, having finally settled in properly it's a good time to get the pool and the BBQ area done.

As we're discussing the outdoor area Jax mutters about finding an outdoor cooking gear and seating, the thought of him voluntarily going shopping again has me inhaling so fast that I start coughing.

Right in the middle of laughing at me for choking on my drink Jax glances out the window and completely freezes before jumping to his feet and storming towards the door. I spin to look at what has him so annoyed and get to my feet following behind him. Throwing the door open I grimace and mutter "You don't sit on another man's bike, ever. You moron."

Jax reaches the idiot in a bright green leather jacket as I see the cop car parked across the road in the corner of my eye.

"Fuck." I mutter. "Jax!" I call his name but he's too intent on finding out what the brainless twat is doing to hear me.

I continue across the car park, my footsteps a little faster but before I get 3/4 of the way across the lot he's pulled the dumbass off his bike seat and punched him clean in the mouth.

"Jax!" I call again and his head snaps towards mine as I nod towards the police car that's just hit its lights and is cutting across the two lanes of traffic, straight towards us. His eyes dart in the direction of mine and he frowns.

I reach his side just as the car rolls to a stop and two officers get out, one of them automatically reaching for his handcuffs. I shake my head at Jax and pull my phone out of my pocket "Lowen and then the flatbed?"

Jax nods and pulls his kutte off his shoulders, because we'd been at the prison that morning thankfully he's without his holster so he doesn't have to work out how to give that to me as well. The officer comes over and starts to read him his rights while cuffing his wrists behind his back. "Sorry babe."

The guy that got socked in the face is laying on the ground almost laughing and it's not till the second of the two officers leans over and pokes a finger at him that he sobers up "That is what happens when you put your ass on someone else's bike. Unfortunately for this guy we were right across the road and saw it, just like the window full of people behind you did. Unfortunately for you, I happen to own my own bike and know the unspoken rules, you're not going to lay any additional charges bar what we have to do because of the law. You're going to get up and go away. Now."

I smile in thanks at the police officer who has just succeeded in making anything Jax has to deal with easier as I dial Lowen's number. A short conversation has her already sorted to post bail when it's set, and arranging to be with him whenever he ends up in front of a judge. The second conversation isn't so fun, dialling Teller-Morrow I wait for a few rings before Gemma answers.

"Hey Gem, I need the flat-bed sent to Stockton."

"Why? What happened? Are you okay?" Gemma sounds worried and I roll my eyes, knowing the reaction I'm about to get will be interesting.

"We're fine. Jax got arrested. I need the flat-bed to bring the bike, and me, back."

Gemma lets loose with a stream of profanities that could make a sailor blush before clearing her throat and getting the address where I am and letting me know she'll get the truck on the way.

I lean against Jax's bike while he's stuffed in the back of the cop car and it's not till the second of the two officers turns to me that I realise we have an audience "You might wanna go back inside till your ride gets here."

I shake my head "Nope, I'll stay here, keep anymore dumb fucks from getting on my Old Man's bike."

The officer raises his eyebrows in the universal 'okay then' gesture and gets into the car. I wave at Jax as the car pulls out of the car park and bite the inside of my lip to stop from crying, it's not going to change anything and it certainly won't help Jax with whatever happens now.

It takes 2 hours before the truck finally pulls into the car park and heads towards me. Opie jumps down from the cab of the flatbed and shakes his head "What the fuck did he do?"

"He punched some fucker for sitting on his bike, there was a cop car right across the road. The moron." I'm beyond furious by this time, my ass is numb, my fingers are cold and deep inside I know that Jax will get more than a slap on the wrist for this, his priors meaning he'll definitely end up with some jail time.

"Who's the moron?" Opie asks, taking the key from me and walking around the truck so he can load the bike on.

"They both are. The pond scum riding a crotch rocket who didn't realise bike etiquette means don't touch someone else's bike and Jax for not seeing the cops."

Opie makes quick work of getting the bike on the truck and before long we're in the cab heading back to Charming.

During the time driving back to Charming Opie has me in stitches talking about Donna and her cravings, at 2 months pregnant all she wants to eat is ice cream, medium-rare roast beef and toast. The combination of the three the previous morning for breakfast had been enough for the other three Winstons to run out of the house as fast as possible.

AN: 4 more chapters and an Epilogue and ABMT is over.