Rolling a thick joint, Jax ran his tongue across the seam, then ran his thumb across the seams to seal the herb inside the wrapper. Placing it between his lips, he dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out his Reaper lighter. Flicking the wick, he held the flame up to the slim stick and inhaled deeply, letting the calming narcotic seep into his veins and calm his nerves. Tilting his head back, he exhaled the smoke into the cool night California air.

He was sitting on his motorcycle waiting outside the barn the club did most of its business in. Just waiting.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Jackie?" Chibbs asked sitting on his bike next to Jax.

"Not entirely," he admitted, putting the joint back to his lips and inhaling. In fact, he hated this fucking idea, but she needed it. A salve to heal old wounds, of sorts.

"She was just in the hospital, brutha," Chibbs reminded him, taking the joint Jax had finally passed. Chibbs took a deep pull, letting the smoke roll around in his lungs.

"I trust her," he bite out, because he did. And he didn't need to be fucking reminded that his wife was in a coma for 5 days 10 days ago and his premature newborn daughter was still in the NICU. He trusted her not to hurt herself even more.

Hearing the approach of engines, Jax hit his joint one more time before pushing off the seat he was leaning against. When the vehicles stopped, he walked towards the van and opened the passenger's side door. He smiled nervously at the passenger, and was greeted with a beautiful smile in return. Framing her face with his hands, "You know how much I love you, right babe?"

"Jackson, what's wrong baby?" she asked him softly.

Jax stood between her legs, her fingers stroked his beard soothingly. He wrapped his arms as loosely as he could around her and laid his head on her chest. In return she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing soft, gentle kisses to his head.

"I can't have you looking at me like that again babe," he said softly, "like you can't stand the sight of me, like I scare you and your afraid of what I will do next," taking in a sharp breath, "Like I'm a monster, some deranged asshole who kills for sport."

"Hey, I know better. No, I KNEW better," she stressed. "You did scare me, I admit. BUT that was then, our lives are different. Well except this one thing…" she trailed off as she looked at the barn they sat outside of.

"Do I have to let you do this?" Jax asked her, almost pleading with her not to.

"As your wife and a woman you respect, you don't let me do anything. You support me and protect me when needed," she chastised then hissed slightly in pain as she chuckled at his sigh of acceptance.

"See…. This shit ain't happenin'. I'll take care of it and be home …." He looked around at the club members gesturing for them to take her home.

Roughly grabbing ahold of his jaw, she yanked his face back to look at her, "Jackson Teller, I love you. And whether you like it or not, I am going to go inside and do what I have to do to permanently slam the door closed on a terrifying part of my life. Do you understand?"

**Can anyone guess what they are doing? Also don't shoot me, but I didn't/don't hate Winsome