"Where's my baby?!" Jax heard someone demand.

He had just went to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and was headed back to Tara's office. He was waiting for her to finish with the kid she found in the car. He had Happy's Harley and Happy had taken Tara's SUV with the kids back to the house.

He stopped dead in his tracks. The voice sent waves of disgust though him.

What the fuck?

Quickly losing interest in the coffee, he tossed it into the garbage, and walked down the short hall that connected the hall he was in then to the hall that saw all the incoming visitors.

Jax rounded the corner just as the older hospitality volunteer addressed the patron, "Just one moment, young lady."

"Where the hell is my baby?!" the woman shrieked and slammed her hand down on the counter. But the older woman was focused on updating her ledger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jax growled as he got within a foot of Ima.

Ima jumped at his voice, and became shaken by his appearance. "That's none of you concern…"

"May I help you dear?" The older woman looked up at Ima and pushed her glasses up on her nose. Then she noticed Jax behind Ima and a smile broke out across her face, "Hello Jackson."

"Hello Mrs. Robinson," Jax smiled kindly at her. Mrs. Robinson had been one of he and Tara's teachers when they were in junior high. She was one of the few teachers who didn't treat Jax and Tara like pariah's because of their parents. Gemma made her normal inappropriate and sarcastic comments like, I bet she's a Mrs. Robinson.

"I didn't think Tara was working today, dear," Mrs. Robinson addressed Jax.

"She wasn't but an emergency came up, and I didn't want her to be alone after."

"You never have," Mrs. Robinson smiled at him. Mrs. Robinson had never judged Jax because of the kutte he wore or the company he kept.

"No ma'am," Jax smiled proudly.

"Ma'am, please. I am looking for my boy," Ima broke up the conversation and nearly begged.

"Oh yes, dear," Mrs. Robinson refocused on the young woman in front of her again, "May I help you?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ima finally began to lose her patience, "Where the hell is my son bitch?"

Mrs. Robinson gasped and recoiled. Jax grabbed Ima by the arm intent on dragging her the hell out of there.

"What is your fucking problem?" Jax growled at her as he began to tug her out of the hospital.

"You don't own this fucking town," she fought back trying to yank out of his grasp. "I have the right to see my son!" She yelled and finally pulled free of him. She took off running towards the ER lobby, intent on finding her son.

"Why the hell are you in my hospital?" was growled from behind them.

Tara rolled her neck and moved her shoulders around to loosen the tension in them from the stressful afternoon. Cody, the boy she had found in the car, was medically fine. His father, whom had made the erroneous choice of leaving him in the hot car, was punishing himself more than the law would even allow.

She was on her way out to the waiting room, were Jax was waiting for her, so they could go home.

Roosevelt and the father, Allan, were a few steps behind her. Roosevelt explaining to Allan how the law worked and what would happen if this happened again. Little Cody had finally fallen asleep for a nap so they were keeping his rehydrating fluids going until he woke up. Then he would be released.

Pushing through the final wall of double doors, Tara stomach turned and her hackles went up when she saw Ima in the waiting area. With Jax's hand on her elbow, like he was escorting her or something.

"Why the hell are you in my hospital?" Tara growled at her, then her eyes went to Jax.

Ima reared around to look at Tara, "You don't own the hospital bitch."

"I was just trying to get her out of here, babe," Jax promised.

"And I said I wasn't going anywhere until I saw my son!" Ima fought back.

"Son?" Tara cocked her eyebrow at Ima, "Who would be stupid enough to get you pregnant?"

"Ima?" Allan asked from behind Tara. He and Roosevelt had paused momentarily to talk about about what would legally be done to him due to leaving his son in the car. Roosevelt told him he would take the evidence against him to the district attorney to see what would happen next. At the very least he would be ticketed.

Ima pushed past Jax and Tara, heading straight for Allan. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she lashed out at Allan, slapping him in the face. "How could you leave our son in the hot car like that?" she wailed at him and slapped him in the back of the head.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whimpered as shame overcame him, "I just had to go piss and didn't think it would take that long."

"You pull this shit again, you'll never see us again," she promised.

Allan nodded in understanding.

"Good, now take me to my son!" she demanded.

"The intake physician still has to discharge your son ma'am," Roosevelt said.

"Well take me to him then. I need to take my son home," Ima replied.

"She's right behind you ma'am," Roosevelt gestured to Tara who was standing behind with Jax right by her side.

Ima turned around and looked at Tara, "No fucking way."

The whole time that Roosevelt was talking to Ima and Allan, Jax had put his arm around Tara and pulled her in close. "Have I told you how amazing you are?" he asked kissing her on the forehead.

"You're just saying that because I caught you with your hands on that gash," Tara teased, resting her head on Jax's chest.

Jax chuckled, "I'm saying it because it's true. You know I'd never lay a hand on that whore willingly. Right up there in the top 5 biggest mistakes of my life,"

"Did you know she was a mother? Oh God, that poor kid," she sighed, before realizing Roosevelt was almost done talking to them and that she may be needed again soon.

"Afraid so, bitch," Tara said crossing her arms over her chest.

AN: Thanks for sticking around folks! I'm sorry for taking so long between updates but between work, life, family, kids and my love of entering giveaways, I find it hard to find any time to concentrate. I'm sorry if any of the characters seem OOC as well. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!