It's been months since Tara's death, and you still remember back when Gemma called you telling you she needed your help, you thought she just needed you to stay beside Jax for a while and help him get better after the loss but that's not what it followed. He has no interest in you at all, and doesn't hold back from letting you know, keeping his guard up and acting like a stranger, blue eyes icy making sure to hide whatever he's feeling apart from coldness and disinterested, on some days he even chain smokes and you find him sat at the kitchen table all day, staring out of the window in his boxers and a white tank top, sometimes even just bare torso, with his hair still damp and his beard shaved. Gemma made you two up in a arranged marriage after Tara's death but Jax went completely cold, it's either about his coping system or just the fact that he can't bear the way you've been given out as replacement for Tara, you just can't get in his reality, he's been such a strict wall in between you two. His mother efforts end up in air as he barely talks to you, even if you two got married, he's distant and unbothered, unwilling, you take care of Abel and love him like your own son, cook, clean, work, and he, he doesn't even get to the table when you call for dinner or lunch. "Hey, I made dinner." You cautiously stared at Jax, calling him from kitchen as he stood sat on the couch, Abel in your arms, Jax stared ahead at the TV with a beer, sipping some as he pressed it against his lips, ignoring you a bit.