❦: i love you, I'm sorry

The aftermath of Abel’s kidnapping has been awful. Jax kept to himself in the days after it happened. He drank and smoked; he ignored you as he couldn’t face you. He knew what happened to the Irish and how you were almost killed—but he still couldn’t confront you.

You had also kept to yourself, the house being eerily silent without the presence of Abel. You missed his little cries that happened early in the morning and his little smile when he saw you or Jax. You missed—

The club hadn’t seen Jax since it happened; they wanted to give you two space, but it pained them to see the state of you both.

The club has gone over to the house; they have new information about Abel. The doorbell had rung; you went to open the door to see all the members of the club.

"Hey, darlin'," Opie says softly.

You wiped a tear from your eyes as you saw the members. “Hey, guys—he’s in Abel’s room—“

The club members nodded, and they went to get Jax; Opie and Piney stayed with you. They had always had a soft spot for you.

You went to the dining table, with Piney and Opie standing at the kitchen doorframe.

“How have you been holding up?” Opie asks.