"Yeah?" Jax husked out into his flip phone. He must have fallen asleep after Tara left for work and the boys left for school.

"Did I wake you?" Tara replied from her office.

"Nah," he smiled, his mind clearing of it's sleepy haze.

"Liar," she laughed softly. He loved that sound.

"What's up?"

"Could you do me a favor?"

So here he was, guiding his Harley down the valley that held the elementary school his boys went. The sun was shining and the spring air was clear and fresh.

Parking his bike in the visitor's space, he removed his helmet and sunglasses then ran his hand through his growing blond hair. Dismounting his bike, he moved to adjust his kutte, forgetting he didn't have it on. The school had a rule stating 'Clothing that displays sexually explicit words or drawings, profanity, alcohol or drug or gang symbols.' Couldn't be worn on school premises. The Sons of Anarchy weren't a gang BUT they still had to adhere to school policy.

He chuckled to himself a little shaking his head. He bent down to open the side saddle on the back of his bike, taking out the plastic Target bags he had stored in there.

SOASOASOASOA

"Oh my….. Who in the world is that?" Tonya asked in the quiet voice she reserved for school. She peered through the blinds of the school office, the mail she was sorting still in hand.

Susan came up behind her and peered over her shoulder, "I'm not sure but I think we will find out in a minute."

SOASOASOASOA

After being buzzed in the front door, Jax stepped up to the window the secretary sat behind.

"Morning ladies," he smiled at her and the two woman who stood behind her. He held back a chuckle as they stared at him, one of them waving absently.

"May I help you sir?"

"My wife forgot to send this in with my boy this morning," he held up the bag of candy and the plastic eggs Tara picked up, "Said the teacher would need it for the Easter egg hunt next week."

"Students name and teacher?" The secretary asked as she pecked a few keys on the keyboard of her computer.

"Thomas Teller and his teacher is Mrs. Felton."

"Your name?" She asked again without looking at him, still pecking away.

"Jax Teller," he replied, not phased at all by her question.

She stopped typing for a few seconds, her eyes moving to him again. Jax never much cared about what people thought of him, but also knew his face and name had been in the news so frequently that it wasn't odd for someone to have heard or seen him.

"I will let Mrs. Felton know about your delivery, sir. Have a good day," she said.

Shrugging his shoulders, he placed the bags on the counter and turned to leave, "Have a good day, ladies."

SOASOASOASOA

"That totally made my day," Tonya said, as she and Susan looked out the window at Jax as he went to leave.

"What did?" AnnMarie asked behind them.

"Huh?" They asked in confusion, not looking at her.

"What made your day?"

"Him."

AnnMarie looked out the window to see Jax too. She snort laughed.

"What's funny?"

"You two know he's married, right? Like highschool-sweetheart-separated-for-15 years-never-got-over-each-other married? To a state-famous doctor? 3 kids? Owns Teller-Morrow Auto and towing?" AnnMarie filled them in on his stats.

"How do you know all this?" They turned to look at her.

"My husband rides with them. Sometimes I go with him or hang out at the club with the old ladies."

"Rides? Rides what?" One of the asked.

"Old lady? Like grandma old lady?" The other asked.

AnnMarie resisted the urge to roll her eyes at them, "He rides a bike. You know, a motorcycle. And an 'old lady' is what they call their wives or girlfriends."

"Oh," they both said.

"Anyway, Jax loves his wife and family, so ogling him is all you will get the do."