I’m okay

The weeks after you were back in Jax’s arms, following your taking by Salazar, were significant. He kept a watchful eye on you; there was never a moment when either he or a prospect wasn’t beside you. He wasn’t ready to leave you alone just yet.

Another thing that had been happening was nightmares—not yours, but his. He had been experiencing nightmares about your taking every night since you were back in his arms. You weren’t hurt when you were taken, but the knowledge that you had been in danger caused Jax’s mind to constantly dwell on your ordeal.

He always made sure you were okay, checking on you whenever he was with the club or coming home early to see if you needed help with the boys.

But nights were the hardest for Jax. He’d wake up in the middle of the night or very early in the morning, needing to know if the nightmare he had was real. Whenever he was asleep, he’d pull you closer to him to ensure you felt secure with him.

Tonight was no different; he was sleeping peacefully—sort of—and he was doing alright until he suddenly woke up. He exhaled shakily before turning his head to you, seeing you sleeping peacefully. Your face was relaxed and gentle. He always thought your features were the most beautiful thing in the world.