I love you more than anything

Whoever said, “You love the man, you learn to love the club,” was an absolute idiot. But as much as you hate the saying, you have to agree with it. You love Jax Teller more than anything in the world. You stayed by his side through everything: the push and pull, the secrets, the almost cheating—on his part. You stayed with him because you love him. That love was tested when he was put inside.

“Jackson Teller next! Table six, walk,” the guard yelled.

It has been about a couple of weeks since you had your son. Jax was overjoyed to have a second baby. He, of course, was crushed that he missed the birth, but you understood why he couldn’t. You had newborn Thomas in his car seat, sleeping peacefully. You saw Jax walk over to you and your baby. The prison guards gave you both glares. His hair was buzzed, and his beard was neatly trimmed. His attire consisted of light blue pants and a button-up shirt, paired with his everyday white Air Forces.

“Hey, baby,” he said in a low voice, bringing you into an embrace.

“Hi, baby,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around him.