Several months prior

"Jax," she sighed looking at the boxing gloves he just strapped to her hands, "I can't hit you."

"Why?" he scoffed, shucking his kutte, and gun holster off, "Afraid you're gonna mess up my pretty face?" his bearded cheek lifting up in a cocky half smirk.

"You do look pretty damn hot with facial abrasions," she joked, "What kind of examples are we going to be for the boys? Telling them it's okay to hit people, your partner, your spouse when you're mad at them?"

"Babe, we don't just randomly beat the crap out of each other," he encouraged, unbuttoning his flannel shirt and taking his white t-shirt off, "We're getting better at talking and spending more time together as a couple but I know there's a part of you that wants to kick my ass."

The look she gave him confirmed it, "Violence isn't going solve anything," she denied.

"Really?" he mocked her, "That's why you beat the shit out of your boss five years ago? Shoot up a car? Beat the shit out of Nero's sister? Gave me the drugs to kill Clay? Watched me kill your ex? Told people I'm your old man just to back them off of you?" he lists off, raising his eyebrow in knowing at her tendencies towards violence too, "I've seen you beat the shit out of the woman I was…"

"Hell, if you don't hit him, I will," Opie encouraged from the outside of the ring.

Before he could even finish his sentence, her arm snapped back and forward landing squarely on the side of his face, her face registering shock when she realized what she had done. "Oh God.." she raised her gloved hand up to his face slowly, the glove lightly touching the now pinkened skin.

"That's my girl," he grinned at her, pushing her worry off, "Come on baby, I know you've got more than that in you."

"No Jax, this is wrong," she said walking to Opie so he could help her take them off.

"I'm not taking them off of you," Opie refused, "You need this. Trust me," he looked over to his best-friend, "he can take it."

Coming up behind her, Jax pushed her short hair to the side, nuzzling her ear, "Come on babe. How many men are going to let their wives wail on them? If you're hand starts hurting then we are done."

"Say that again," she said softly, turning slowly to face him, "Who am I?" she began pushing up to him, but then brought her gloved hands up to his chest, then slammed them against his chest pushing him back.

"You're my old lady," he smirked at her. He looked at her with that look that always had him getting his way, and usually the woman to get in the bed with him.

Rearing her arm back, she punched him again in the face, "Who am I?" she demanded, her voice rising.

Shaking his head slightly to clear out the buzz that that shot created, "Mother of my children."

Rearing the opposite arm back she nailed him from the other side, "WHO AM I?!" she demanded.

"My wife. Babe, you're my wife," he finally said what he knew she was waiting to hear. He watched as several emotions crossed her face. Love, betrayal, loneliness, hurt.

"Did you think of me when you were fucking her?" She asked.

"Yeah babe," he admitted. "I'm always thinking of you."

"Liar!" WHAM

"I'm not…" he insisted, "I was pissed off that you wouldn't see me…."

WHAM

"I didn't know what I had done wrong or how to fix it."

WHAM

"Then I found out you were planning on taking our kids and leaving…"

WHAM "I wasn't taking them away from YOU Jackson. I was taking them away from your mother!" WHAM "Where were you when I needed you the most?!" WHAM "When I was being threatened and practically stalked everyday by your mother!" WHAM "When you're Junkie ex-wife was threatening to take MY son and telling me how crazy you and your mother are?!" WHAM "When I was home alone every night praying you'd come home.."

By now he'd fallen on the boxing ring floor and she was straddling him. There was nothing sexual about it though. Her body was wracked with sobs.

"I was so lonely Jax…" she cried into his chest, "No friends, no family. No one I could trust. I can't be lonely like that anymore, Jax…. It felt like I did in Chicago."

"Shhhh baby," he soothed, cradling her head into his chest smoothing her short black hair with his hand, "I'm right here. I love you so much. I'll never let you go through that again, baby. I promise."

After several minutes of crying it out, she picked her head up and looked at him, "Oh baby," she gasped as she looked at his busted up face.

"It doesn't hurt, if that makes you feel better," he said, "Good thing my wife's a doctor, she'll patch me up in no time," he winked at her as best he could with the cut over his eye.

"Op, could you help…." Tara looked around and Opie was gone. He understood when things where getting too personal.

Pushing herself up and off Jax, he stood up after her and helped her take the gloves off, "Did that make you feel any better?" he took her left hand the most sensitive hand. The one that had been smashed when Clay tried to have her killed, the hand that bore her wedding ring. He placed gentle kisses on her scar and her ring.

Shrugging her shoulders, as he attended to her, "It still hurts," she admitted, her bottom lip quivering again.

Bending down, he swept up his t-shirt and wiped her face from the older tears and newer ones. Then he kissed her forehead several times, "I love you babe. Where gonna get through this shit," he promised.

Tilting her face up so he could kiss her lips too, "I love you. I know we will, we don't do well without each other."

"I know I don't," he breathed in a harsh breath at the thought of not having her in his life, or world again.

"Ugh Jax, I have to ask you to do something for me," she suddenly said hesitantly.

"Anything babe, you know that," he agreed without even knowing what she wanted.

"When's the last time you were tested?" she asked softly.

"Ugh about six months ago," he thought back, "yeah," he nodded his head that that was correct. He didn't like his wife to have to question his sexually transmitted diseases status but he understood why. And he would do it as many times as she needed.

"I've been thinking about it and I'd like another baby. I know we will still be together because we are both stubborn, and we love each other. But I want you to be tested before you go bareback again, okay?"

The only answer she got or needed was his grin, tilting her head back, hands on her jaw and his battered lips covering hers and his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Present

"Hey Juice," Tara called to Juice a few steps from the threshold. Jax looked down at her in question.

Furrowing his brow he walked up to her, "yeah?"

Suddenly Tara drew her hand back and slapped him across the face.

"Woah!" the guys gasped.

"What the hell?" he demanded, Jax immediately stepped in front of her in case Juice decided to do something really stupid.

"You know why," she stated firmly, then she turned back to the door, "Let's do this."

Squinting his eyes at Juice, it hit him how Tara knew where he was that day. Getting up in Juice's face, he practically chest bumped him, "YOU'RE the one who told her I was here!" It wasn't a question.

Juice knew that look all too well, that look that meant someone just got on Jax's shit list, "you told me to…. I was watching out for…. She got in my face." He finally whimpered.

"Now I'm in your face, asshole," his blue eyes bore into Juice's brown ones, "You told my WIFE," he screamed in Juice's face, pushing him backwards as he talked, "I was fucking a whore because you wanted to hurt her?!" Jax demanded, his voice and temper raising dangerously in volume.

"Hey, hey," Bobby and Chibbs nudged their way in between Jax and Juice, "Can we deal with this later?"

"Naw," Jax insisted resisting against them, "This shit has to happen now!"

"Dude, she tried running me over! She ran over my bike!" Juice pleaded like that was any sort of excuse.

"I told you to make sure she didn't take my kids and split, you fucking asshole, not terrorize her!" Jax was so furious he felt like he could rip Juice limb from limb.

"Jax!" Tara finally intervened. She knew what the next phase of this anger was just as well as the guys did, "I demanded I see you. For him to tell me where you were! It's not his fault you were here!"

Somehow he could always hear her when he was near the edge of losing his shit. All the fight left him, as he looked like he suddenly deflated, "I'm sorry, babe. I just," he looked at her, "he was trying to hurt you… I know I did but the thought of one of my guys trying to hurt you out of spite…"

"Now you understand why I slapped him," she smirked at him, "like I said, he knows why."