Less than an hour ago

Waking abruptly, she felt her stomach turning. Then realized she was in the Cutlass and not driving it. The engine rumbled. Squinting her eyes, against the early afternoon sun, she looked to her husband who was driving them home.

She tried to stop the turning of her stomach but it was little use, "Jax?"

Cocking his lip up in one of his sexy smirks, "Hey babe," he reached across the seat and took her hand.

"Pull over," she whispered, yanking the hand free he had just taken and covering her mouth with it.

"Babe?"

"Pull over now!" she demanded, before her hand covered her mouth again.

"Oh shit!" he grunted as it dawned on him why she was telling him to pull over. Yanking the wheel to the right he veered off the road, slamming on the brakes just in time for Tara to fling the door open and vomit on the ground.

Moving across the front bench seat to run a soothing hand over her back, he cringed at the retching noises that accompanied it. He was glad that he was around this time to help her or at least try to ease some of the side effects.

"You okay doc," Bobby asked running up to the side of the car, "ughh," he groaned when he saw what was going on. He and the rest of the Club had been following them home because there was only one way home from the cabin. When Jax pulled over, they all followed suite. He quickly retreated to back behind the car. The other Club member's heads craning around the car to see what was going on. They cringed and looked the other way quickly too.

Tara looked at them out of the corner of her eye, "For a bunch of badass bikers, you boys are a bunch of pussies," she grumbled at them before she began to retch again.

Jax chuckled looking back at his Club who were doing their best to ignore the noises, letting their bikes idle to block it out.

"This is the part of pregnancy that sucks," she groaned pulling her body back into the car and resting the back of her head against Jax's shoulder.

Turning his head to the side to kiss the side of her head that he could reach, "I'm sorry babe," he whispered. He wasn't sorry. At all.

"Liar," she rasped out as he snickered.

"I'm really not," he admitted.

"Being horny and having sore boobs also sucks," she added to her 'the things during pregnancy that suck' list.

"Now that, I'm REALLY not sorry about. Hell I'm looking forward to that," he chuckled, until he was walloped in the chest by her fist as it swung backwards towards him. This would be the first pregnancy of his children that he could fully enjoy. No separation, no prison time.

"Jax?" she whispered, as she took a few more cleansing breaths to try to sooth her nausea, her hand taking his free left hand in hers.

"Yeah, babe," he asked as his right hand still ran up and down her back.

"You know it's real this time, right?" her voice was strained thick with emotion.

"Shh," he whispered the hand that was rubbing her back came around to pull her into him, "I know babe. Where past that shit, right?"

"I love you," she gasped as a stray tear escaped.

"I love you too, babe," he kissed her head again. They were in a much better place than they were a year ago. But still the emotional impact of all the things that went on between them popped up in situations neither of them expected.

In the background Jax heard the business burner phone ring and Bobby answer it.

"We need to stop so I can get some crackers and ginger ale," she said, pulling out of his arms and pulling the door shut. They still had another hour left at least to drive.

"We will," he said, scooting across the seat.

Avoiding the mess that Tara made on the side of the road, Opie ran up to the driver's side window, "Tara, phones for you."

Squinting at it, she reached across Jax's chest and took it, "Hello?"

Jax looked over at Opie, who just shrugged his shoulders, giving nothing away.

After a long pause as she listened to the caller, "Sure, why not? I am a giving healer after all, aren't I?" she said sarcastically.

Another pause, she rolled her eyes, "No, no, I'll be there. She'll be okay for another half an hour right?"

Another pause, "But the bleeding has stopped?"

Another pause, "I've learned to carry my kit everywhere, so I've got that. But I do need to stop at a store first. If she gets any worse, take her to an ER whether she like it or not," Tara flipped the phone closed and handed it back to Opie.

"We going then?" Opie asked.

"You know I'm a giver, Op," her lip lifted in a smirk.

"A giver of hell," he snorted, "You sure?"

"Someone want to tell me what the code talk is?" her husband butt in, tired of being left out of the conversation.

"Take me to Stockton, baby. We're going to see an old friend of yours," she informed him, then looked past him at Opie, "I do need to stop at a store though, Op. I need something to settle my stomach."

Jax looked up at Opie in time to see him walking towards his bike and whirling his hand in the air indicating it was time to 'roll out'.

"Fuck," Jax muttered.

To comfort him, Tara leaned over kissing the corner of his mouth, "You did marry a doctor who is in high demand," she chuckled.

"It's not funny," he pouted pulling the Cutlass out behind Bobby and Tig.

"It's a little funny," she insisted.

"You're evil," he muttered.

"You love me," she countered, taking his right hand that he laid on the seat between.

"Dammit," he muttered after a few minutes of silence, before picking her hand up and kissing it.

Now

Pulling through the gate and up the circular drive, Jax put the Cutlass into park, looking at Tara. She remembered the last time she was here. It wasn't the best memory in the world but they had been in a very different place then.

"You sure you want to do this, babe?" he held her hand across the seat. The rumble of the other Club members pulling in around them and the man she loved across the seat from her letting her know that she was not alone. He had broken her heart that day, but she broke his heart before that. They had done a lot of damage to each other, that was true. But they repaired each other's broken hearts in only the way the person you love with all your heart and soul could.

"I did take an oath when I became a doctor to help those who need medical attention. I can be professional, as long as you keep your hands to yourself," she cocked her eyebrow at him, "or on me."

"No problem," he promised.

Opening up the car door, she stepped out and looked around at the yard, front porch and door. It had been over a year but she still remembered that day a like it happened yesterday. Pushing that memory down, she waited until Jax came up behind her, her medical bag in his hand.

"You okay?" Jax asked, laying his hand on his crow that was on her lower back.

"Yeah, just thinking about things," she admitted.

"I knew this was a bad idea," he sighed running his hand through his hair. Holding his hand out to Opie who now held the phone, he looked at Tara, "I'll call Nero and tell him to take her to the ER or something." He was so terrified this little favor would push her away from him again that he wouldn't even step foot into the house.

"No, I'm okay," she promised, pulling him down by his hoodie and kissing him quickly on the corner of the mouth.

Looking at the other Club members, Jax shrugged his shoulders.

Laying his hand on her shoulder, Chibbs came up on her left side, "eh, lass, if da mood strikes ya, jus let me know an' I'll hold 'em down while ye beat the shite out of his arse," he winked at her.

"She's going to beat me, you're not going to have to hold me down," Jax said honestly, "I'll lay down and take that shit, any day of the week."

Tara rolled her eyes at Jax, "Let's go," she encouraged, his arm draping across her shoulder. Every time they went somewhere she knew they must look a sight. A modest looking woman, surrounded by tattoo bearing, gun toting bikers with long hair and scruffy bearded faces. Sometimes they even had kids between them.

Half way to the front door, the door opened and Charles Barosky walked out, shrugging his leather jacket on. The Sons stopped, each looking at him, trying to decipher if he was the reason they and Tara had been called to the house. Tara looked up at Jax, who had a questioning look on his face.

Barosky smirked at him, flipping his collar down around his neck, "She's busy. But there is plenty of other pussy inside, you didn't have to bring your own. I thought you boys knew that."

Tara could feel Jax's muscles tighten and his breathing become deeper. Chibbs and Bobby casually stepped in front of Tara and Jax.

"Or did she finally run out of tricks and you brought her here so she could learn some new ones?" he smirked at Tara.

"You son of a …" Jax began to grunt out, but Tara held his arm down around her neck.

"Think about that," Tara spoke up, "If I can satisfy ALL these men, shouldn't I be giving THOSE girls some lessons? Jealousy is a very ugly thing, old man," she cocked her eyebrow at him.

Barosky's face dropped. "You cocky little bitch," he snarled at her.

"I've never meet you before today and it's okay for you to be an asshole to me, unprovoked. But when I defend myself, I'm a cocky bitch? That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think, asshole?" Tara ripped into him.

Smirking at the look on Barosky's face, Jax pulled Tara into his side further and kissed the side of her head. Goddamn she was hot when she went all bad-ass on someone, "Let's go, babe."

Before moving Tara looked at the old man in front of her again, "Hey old man, I've also got plenty of COCK," she gestured to her husband, and the rest of the Club members who were ready to defend her is she needed it, "to back that cockiness up with."

"Goddamn right you do," Jax growled in agreement, glaring at Barosky again, his arm still protectively draped over Tara.

Before walking completely past him, Jax turned to look at him eye to eye, man to man, "I'm not sure if you forgot to take your medication for dementia or some shit, but if you ever talk about or to my wife like that again, they'll be investigating YOUR tragic death."

"Did you just threaten an officer of the law?"

"Not at all," Jax steps right up to Barosky invading his personal space, looking down at him, "I just threatened the mother-fucker who called my wife a whore. If he's hiding behind a badge like a fucking pussy …." Jax trailed off shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of 'oh well'.

AN: Barosky may be a little OC but the whole story is based in a AU so I went with it.