AN: I took some writers liberties here (meaning made up my own outcome) so Tara would still be alive and Jax could be free after the season6 finale.

"Why don't you pull the Cutlass down to the cabin and you ride back with me? I can have the prospects come back and drive or tow it home," he suggested.

"You done here?" she asked.

"For today," he says slinging his arm over her shoulder, he began guiding her back to her car, "We have to celebrate tonight, ya know."

"Yeah, we really need to talk about your sperm," she glares at him playfully.

"I'm a good shot baby, what can I say?" he grinned at her, kissing her again, "Besides, I don't recall you ever giving me much of a fight…"

"Just as long as I'm the only one you are shooting at," she looks up at him knowingly, cocking her eyebrow at him.

"Baby….." he sighed, "I thought we were passed that shit. You can even search me babe, no condoms on me or my room at the club or my saddle back. When that shit happened, after Abel was taken, then you went to jail and wouldn't see me, then I found out you wanted to divorce me. It almost tore my heart out, every time, and I was in a bad way. NOT that that is any excuse, but that's how I felt," he had to ramble on before he made her mad. "They told us in that couples therapy stuff we went through, that we had to share how we felt, right. But our love and bond is stronger than all of that shit. We've done some pretty fucked up shit to each other, but you and me, we are solid, right? You have my heart, my soul, and my fucking cock, and you know it. I've told you more shit than my mother even knew as an old lady, and she thought she ran this shit!"

It was funny in an ironic way. By day, Jax Teller badass biker who made those around fear him. By night, Jax Teller the man who had to beg and plead for his wife to forgive his indiscretions. She didn't even know why she brought it up again.

"Shhhh baby," she brought his face down to hers, forcing him to look into her eyes, "we're okay," she felt him clench his jaw under her hand, his way of releasing some of the tension that had suddenly built up. She kissed his lips softly.

Now his heart was the one that was pounding from a slight fear, he had thought they were good. He couldn't lose her again, he had come close far too many times. She loved him enough to take him back every time. He didn't know what he did to make her love him so much but he would do it every fucking time.

"See, weird timing. Must be the whole pregnancy hormonal balance thing," she smiled softly up at him, a single tear falling from her eye.

Wiping it away with his thumb, he kissed her nose quickly, "Let's go," he suggested. Taking her hand, he led her to his bike that was behind one of the trees. "Chibbs, take the Cutlass up to the cabin, and call the tow truck to come and get it."

"Aye, Jackie Boy," he called out from the huddled together club members. They had learned to respect Tara and Jax's privacy. They were in awe that this couple had been through so much, but still remained together. All of their marriages and relationships had failed terribly. They respected Tara. Even after all the heat the DA put on Tara she never ratted on the club. The only witness left who could tie Tara to Otto killing Pamela was Gemma.

After months of heavy drinking, drug use, and forgetting to take her pills she died of heart failure. When she found out Jax was turning himself, she distraughtly went to Jax and Tara's house looking for Tara. She found Jax and Tara having a few private moments to themselves before DA Patterson came to arrest him. She became enraged that Jax forgave Tara so easily for all that she 'tried to do to our family' and 'that he was going to prison for that bitch.' Jax informed her that 'he was turning himself in because that was the right thing to do for HIS family. For his wife and sons. I love you mom, but not everything that happens to me is on Tara. Her biggest crime is loving me. She has done what you always told her to do. Protect the club. That's what got us in this shit storm in the first place. My wife trying to protect me and the club you can't live without. Shouldn't you be proud of me for being man enough to admit my mistakes? Taking the hit for my old lady, instead of letting her go to prison for loving me? Instead you held it over her head that you were the one who brought her the goddamn cross in the first place! So maybe in a way, all this shits on you?' In Gemma's liquor and THC riddled mind, Jax told her she wasn't wanted or needed anymore, that she had been replaced. Her heart stopped right there, falling out dead on the kitchen floor. Tara gave her CPR but it was no use. Eli was right outside the door and testified that no one laid a hand on Gemma that she literally just fell out dead. The witness against Tara was gone. Jax hadn't signed any confessions about the distribution of guns, so they had nothing on him either.

It was hard, took a lot of therapy and trust exercises, but they found there back to each other, at least for Tara it did. But in the end, 'We are just better human beings when we are with the person we are meant to be with.'

Straddling his bike, he passed his helmet to her, "Hop on my hog, baby," he wiggled his eyebrows at her. He watched her as she strapped the helmet on, then hopped on behind him.

"Oh I'll be hopping on something later," she promised letting her hand run much farther south than just around his midsection. Laughing, he hit the ignition switch, "Keep that shit up I'm gonna take you up the cabin and have my way with you."

"Take me home Teller. It's been a long day," she suddenly yawned, resting her head on his back.

"Anything you want, baby," he promised lifting his legs off the ground as he began to roll, "You hungry or just home?" But he already knew she had fallen asleep. Stopping his bike, he kicked the stand down.

"Something wrong bro?" Opie asked when he noticed.

"Could you call Chibbs and tell him to bring the Cutlass back down here?" jerking his thumb to his sleeping wife on his back, his free hand clasping her hands together ensuring she wouldn't fall off before Chibbs came back. There was no way in hell he was letting her ride on the back of his bike, pregnant and asleep if he could help it.

"Damn! Why'd she pass out so fast?" Juice asked.

Raising his eyebrows in answer to Juice's question. Juice was the only one who didn't get it of course.

"No way!" Opie smiled, "Congrats man!"

Chibbs rolled back down the hill with the Cutlass. Bobby opened the passenger side door for Jax. He tried waking Tara up to at least get her off the bike. Jax bent down to sweep her off her feet, cradling her to his body as he made his way to the car with her, easing her gently into the seat and strapping her in with the seat belt. "Love you Jax," she mumbled in her sleep.

Smiling, he kissed her forehead, "Love you too, baby."

"Dude! Are you sure she's not dead?" Juice asked, as he looked in the car at her sleeping form. Her head was laying back against the headrest. If looks could kill, he would have been glared to death.

"All right boys. We're really rolling this time. Take my bike up to the cabin and do that same thing we were going to do with the Cutlass," Jax instructed.

He slid into the driver's seat. He picked up the colt she had sitting on the seat next to her, making sure the safety was on, and slid it into her purse.

Pulling the business burner phone out of his pocket, he tossed it to Bobby, "If anything comes up, you can handle it right?"

Bobby waved him off, "Go. Take care of the doc. Go get your boys and spend some time with them. It's quiet now, take advantage of it," he demanded.