Rolling to a stop, Jax set his feet on the ground. He let his left hand rest on his thigh, his Dyna idling under him, until the light turned green. Looking in his review mirror, he smiled flirtatiously, lifting his hand in a wave, toward the SUV that pulled to a stop just behind his tire. He saw the woman's reflection in the SUV behind him smile in return and nudge her head up in friendly greeting.

He was on his way to Lodi to meet Tara and the kids at IHOP. The kids wanted breakfast for dinner. Tara also mentioned that she was craving French toast and waffles. Jax wanted a ham and cheese melt, so they decided on IHOP.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a convertible Volkswagen Beetle pull to a stop next to him. Some sort of bubblegum pop music was blasting out of the speakers. Turning his head 30 degrees to the left he saw four half-dressed college age girls. All screeching and laughing, their two-toned fake hair flying all over the place.

Not caring about the quartet even a little bit, he turned his attention back to the light, lifting his feet off the ground and pulling back on the right handle bar grip to take off as the light turned green.

The deep throaty exhaust must have gotten their attention, which it usually did (That was something that Jax loved about riding. It made people pay attention when they heard the throttle open up and the deep growl took over the surrounding air. Some people found the exhilarating. Some found it sexy. Some found it terrifying.), because they sped up to ride next to him. The college age girl in the passenger hung her surgically enhanced breasts over the side of the car her arms flailing in the air wildly, her hair streaming in the face of the girl behind her.

"Hey!" she squealed at him. Turning his head to the side slightly to see her, he chuckled at the sight, his lip quirking up in a sly smirk. He was so going to get in trouble for this. If he wasn't careful he or the car next to him may just be ran off the road 'by accident.' Playing it safe, he smiled and nodded his head as politely as possible.

"Nice tattoo!" she yelled at him, her friends looking at him, giggling, "And love the rings!" He was in his normal everyday gear. White t-shirt, loose jeans, white sneakers, leather Sons kutte, and black reaper hat turned to the back under his helmet, and knife dangling from his belt.

The one time in his life he was glad he didn't have on his riding gloves. Seeing his rings she should surely know that he is married right? "Thanks!" he barked over the air rapidly moving between them and the roar of his engine, "One of my sons' names!" he referred to his tattoo of Thomas on his forearm.

"Are you, like, in a gang or something?" She yells over the space between them. She was trying to push her breasts together to entice him.

What she didn't know is that Jax had slept with, seen naked and dealt with more woman than this post-teeny bopper has ever met in her short life. He couldn't say woman didn't turn him on anymore, but what he could say was that only certain women turned him on. Or should he say, a certain woman.

"Motorcycle club," he corrected, briefly looking at her then putting his eyes back on the road.

Quickly approaching the next stop light, he cursed silently to himself when it turned yellow before he could make it through. Checking his mirror he noted that the SUV was still behind him and the driver wasn't glaring him down yet.

The Beetle came to a stop next to him too. This time the driver addressed him, "My friend thinks the whole bad boy vibe you've going is kinda hot. Why don't you come with us so we can see if the rest of you is just as hot?" she smiled saucily at him.

Snorting out loud with a laugh, he shook his head. Shit. He was going to get his ass handed to him tonight. Sighing, he put the bike in neutral so he could sit up and talk to them. "I'm sorry, ladies but as tempting as that sounds I'm probably at least 15 years older than you. But most importantly, I'm a very happily married man. That's what that jewelry you like so much means."

"Oh poo," the passenger pouted. "I wouldn't tell her. Would you?" she tried.

Jax barked out a laugh, "You definitely are forward aren't you? She would know, trust me…." He trailed off smiling.

"That bitch finds out everything!" a voice came from beside them in the SUV, she had pulled up next to him on the shoulder of the road. Frankly, he was surprised it took this long, for her to speak up.

He chuckled again jerking his thumb in the direction of the SUV, "My old lady…" he informed them.

Tara began blowing the horn knowing the light would change soon, "Come on Teller! Let's go! Your pregnant wife and kids are hungry!" she shouted at him playfully.

"Daddy! Pancakes! Pancakes!" Abel started clapping his hands and chanting.

"Addy! P'akes! P'akes!" Thomas joined in chanting with his older brother.

Twisting his upper body to look back at them, "Okay Okay! We're goin, we're goin…" He chuckled in agreement with his sons. "Love you babe!" he wanted to make sure she knew that all the time.

Laying his hands back on the hand grips, before taking the bike out of neutral, he pulled back on the throttle to rev the engine. He put the bike in drive and easily rolled off.

Tara stopped next to them briefly, "Just know that he looks MUCH hotter under the leather and jeans," smirking then driving off.

Shit, he loved his family. His wife, his sons, his 'still cooking' daughter. They were still dealing with this Jeff Kohn asshole. Jax would do everything he had to to protect the family he and Tara had created. He would talk to this guy first. Try to get him to understand that maybe his brother was a whacked out piece of shit who terrorized and threatened his old lady. He would try to persuade him that his brother, John, had just disappeared because he was a pussy piece of shit who knew, and was terrified of, going to prison for the crimes he committed against Jax's old lady, Tara. And if that dumb motherfucker couldn't get it through his thick skull that he needed to get the fuck out of town and to stay away from Tara, Jax would make him suffer, like he wished he could have made that ATF piece of shit suffer.

But not tonight. Tonight was family night. A night that Jax was going to enjoy being with his sons and brilliant wife.

Tonight, Jax would enjoy his family.

AN: After seeing the previews and promos, I needed something a little light and fun. I hope you all enjoyed it.