"JACKSON TELLER!" Tara yelled down the hall, one hand on her rounded belly, the other with a fistful of long dirty blonde hair in her hand.
At the other end of that long hair was a half-dressed Emily Duncan, "Get off me you crazy bitch!" Emily was attempting to swat at Tara's hands, struggling to get away. She wasn't stupid enough to push or lay a hand on the obviously pregnant woman.
The club members and other hang-arounds looked up, ceasing conversations they were having, when they heard the head Old Lady yell out their boss's name. They gasped when they saw what the screeching was about.
"Would someone please get this crazy bitch ….AAhhhh" She wailed in agony as Tara fisted her hair tighter, leading her farther onto the club floor.
"They aren't doing shit for you, bitch," Tara snarled, "JACKSON TELLER! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" she demanded.
Jax was on the patio smoking when he heard his wife screech his name. Dropping the cigarette he hurried inside, having to push a very nervous looking prospect out of his way. "Babe!?"
"Looks like another Crow Eater didn't get the 'I only fuck my wife' memo!" Tara glared at him. He looked just as shocked as she was but she was hormonal and pissed off.
"I am NOT one of those sluts…." Emily defended herself.
"Shut up gash!" Tara demanded. "So Jackson, do you want to tell me WHY I found her dressed like this in our dorm room? Where I sleep after taking care of YOUR club members! Where your CHILDREN sleep!" She glared at Jax, her eyes huge and demanding. "WHY?!"
Jax's eyebrows shot up to his hair line as he looked at Tara and the woman. Tara had pretty good hold of Emily's hair, her hand fisted up in it. Emily was looking at him with pleading eyes. "Tara, babe," he said gently, walking towards her with his hands out defensively, "I've been with you all day. How would I know why she was in there?"
Logically Tara knew he was right. They had had a nice long day as a couple/family. It was part of their couple's therapy to take one day every other week and just be together as a couple/family. That they both enjoyed so they kept it as part of their routine.
They had went out to eat breakfast at Denny's, took the boys to Monkey Joe's to let them bounce out some of their energy, let them run around Toys R Us, letting them pick out a toy apiece. Tara was not blind to the younger woman, who worked at all these places, who gave her husband visual appraisals. Some even going as far as to flirt with him in front of her and their boys. That on top of her raging hormones did nothing to tame the urge she had been having constantly. The urge to fuck and ravage Jax senseless. She had been feeling that way a lot in the last few weeks. Her sexual appetite for her husband had almost always been insatiable, but since she became pregnant again it's almost all she has thought about. And that was not a good thing when you were a business professional who worked with babies all day.
Then they dropped the boys off with Chucky and Suzy, before heading to an obstetrics appointment to make sure their baby was growing and developing correctly. Waiting patiently in the exam room, she lay on the table with her feet dangling off the end, Jax sitting right next to her. He had her shirt pulled up, his large ring bearing hands both encasing her rounded belly. His long blond hair falling onto his face as he leaned forward placing gentle kisses on her belly. He whispered words of love, that he was their daddy and that there was a whole bunch of people out here who can't wait to meet him or her This was something he did whenever they had a few minutes too themselves. She couldn't say he did it every night, because he wasn't always home by the time she went to bed. But he was always there when she woke the next morning. She ran her hand through his hair, tears of love and some guilt.
He looked up at her, his bright blue eyes shining with love, joy, pride and devotion. He was surprised to see the tears in her eyes, "Why the tears, babe?" he asked softly, standing up from the seat he was in. One hand went to cup her cheek, the other to push her hair back.
"It's nothing… I just …. I love you ….. and you have no idea how hard it was for me to be so cold and distant from you, even with all the shit we had going on… All I wanted was you and our family to be safe and for you to hold me. I hurt you so bad Jax… How can you even forgive me for…." She sobbed until he finally couldn't take it anymore, cutting her off by kissing her.
"Listen to me, babe. I love you, okay? Nothing you can do or say is going to change that," their foreheads resting together. "How did you forgive me for the 'things' I've done to you?" he asked her.
When she got home last night after a long surgery, she found him sitting at the kitchen table with a manila envelope in front of him. He had a stack of papers, all marked with the tabs pointing to the lines that needed to be signed, in his hands. "What do you want me to do with this babe?" he asked her. He wasn't mad. "If you want me to sign it, I will."
She was not expecting to ever see those papers. She assumed Lowen had canceled them. Sighing, she pulled her hair out of its clip, kicked her shoes off just inside the kitchen entryway, and began pulling her scrub top up and over her head. "I need a shower," she said. The invitation was clear.
She began to answer but he cut her off, "I burnt that shit up last night, babe. It took me almost 20 years to get you to marry me, you aren't getting rid of me that easy. I'm going to give you a real wedding one day soon, but I'm not letting you divorce me to get it," he smiled happily when she smiled at him. She had been stroking his goatee and beard the whole time, so he knew she was okay. She just needed to hear it. "I love you, Tara Teller. You need to stop stressing yourself out about shit that's not even an issue," he whispered before kissing her.
After several more deep lingering kisses, he pulled back and wiped her tears away, "We gotta get rid of these before the doc thinks I'm an awful husband."
She chuckled just in time for the doctor to come in. The doctor said their little miracle was growing perfectly, but Tara's blood pressure was a little bit high. It was nothing to be too concerned about but to be sure to keep stress to a minimum.
After their appointment they had a few houses lined up to look at. Tara told the real estate broker they wanted a house with 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, a spacious backyard, descent security and in a good school district. Keeping the price under $700,000 is also recommended.
They looked at a few houses, but wanted to see more. The realtor gave Jax and Tara a few questioning looks. After all, they were almost 'celebrities' in their hometown, just not for good reasons. Their mug shots had been in the paper numerous times. And if that wasn't why he was looking at them sideways, it was for the same reason the woman earlier looked at them. Jackson Teller could be intimidating without even trying. He wasn't wearing his kutte today, but his baggy low slung jeans with his (mandatory) knife dangling from his belt, loose fitting 'work' shirt, white Nike's, slicked back long hair and goatee beard just gave off the impression of a thug. And she knew for certain he had a compact 9 millimeter strapped to his leg under his jeans. For that matter, Tara always carried in her bag just as well. Jax had taken the club into a more legal direction, but that had come at a high cost. Their safety was always still Jax's number one concern.
After house hunting, Jax decided to stick around the garage to get the SUV's oil changed, tires rotated, and whatever else needed to be done with it. The guys told Tara it could take a while, as there was a few cars ahead of it, so Jax talked her into going into the club house and laying down for a bit.
That's when she walked in on this woman, who was laying on the queen size mattress that SHE bought for the room, who was wearing nothing more than one of Jax's old SAMCRO shirts and, hopefully, a pair of panties. A shirt, might she add, that Abel wore more than Jax did anymore!
The woman gasped, and tried covering herself when she saw Tara, "Who are you?" she demanded.
That's when Tara walked right up to her, and dragged her out of the room by her hair.
Jax looked at the woman, "Ugh," he flipped through the rolodex of names and faces in his mind. "Amanda?" he said not sure if it was the right name or not. "What were you doing in our dorm room?"
"My name is Emily," she pouted.
"See he doesn't even know who you are! MY," she emphasized the word, "husband, like all the other men in this club house," she took her hand off her belly and pointed at all the other men, "likes pussy! He didn't give a shit what your name was." Tara took the wad of hair she had in her hand and yanked down hard on it, "Now tell me what you were doing in there or I'll rip this fucking weave out roots and all. And none of the people in this club house are going to stop me…"
"Okay! Okay!" Emily whined, "I came back to town to see my parents. My car was acting funny so I brought it here to have it looked at. And to get a tune up. I thought maybe I could get 'tuned up' too. It'd be cool to say I had the Sons VP and Prez, ya know?" Emily shrugged her shoulders and forgot her hair was in someone else's hands.
Tara yanked on her hair sharply again, "You know he's SAMCRO Prez and you didn't know he was married?!" she demanded.
But by the look on her face, or at least what Tara could see anyway, she knew the answer to that, "You just didn't care…" Tara answered herself.
With a look of disgust, Tara released her hair, pushing her away, "Get your shit and your car and get the hell out of my clubhouse. And you tell everyone you know that Jax Teller's cock is definitely off the fucking market!" Tara snarled at her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." Emily repeated as she ran past Tara back towards the dorm rooms.
Jax approached Tara cautiously, "Babe? Are you okay?"
Looking off into space she nodded her head yes, "But I'm ready to go home…"
Without a word he walked over to her and swept her up in his arms, "Jax…"squealed.
"The doctor said we needed to keep your stress level to a minimum," he explained as he walked her towards the SUV, "It's my job to make sure that happens. It's also my job to jeep my family safe, so I am going to take you home and take care of you tonight."
She looked at him from the passenger's seat of the SUV, since that is where he placed her, "Jax…. I'm okay baby. Really. I've just over reacted a little," she said as she saw Emily run out of the clubhouse to her waiting car, "and my hormones are all over the place. I'm sorry I'm taking it out on you," she tugged gently on his goatee.
Tilting her face up to him, he kissed her gently, "Let me get the kids, then were are going to go home and I'm ordering some pizza. Then my cock is all yours tonight, wife," he winked at her teasingly.