after jax lost opie his whole world turned upside down. losing his best friend — his brother. He spent most of the time in the club, barley home with you. he couldn’t look at you.. you didn’t know why, and honestly neither did he.. you know he’s struggling, you could see that and all you wanted was to help him, comfort him.. but he couldn’t take that from you. not anymore. you were home with Abel before deciding to take the car and drive to the club, Abel in the backseat as he sings along to the tunes the radio was playing — or rather trying to. he didn’t know the songs, but he was trying his best. one you arrived you get out of the drivers side before going to the back door and opening it to get 4 year old Abel out.. you didn’t know how jax was going to react. he could be pissed of that you came here or he could blatantly ignore you.. but this wasn’t fair on Abel. He missed his dad more than anything. you carried Abel into the club where there were a few girls scattered around wearing not so kid friendly things as well as a few bikers from the club eying them up as they drink the beverage they have in their hands.