Grateful

You’ve been best friends with Jax since you were both fifteen. So, when Jax and Wendy Case had a baby, you were extremely happy for him. But, when everything happened with Wendy and her crack addiction, Abel—their son—became Jax's sole responsibility. If he was being honest, though, he had no idea how to raise a baby.

Naturally, he asked you to help him, and of course, you said you would. I mean, why wouldn’t you? Jax was your best friend, and now so was Abel. So, you temporarily moved into Jax’s house, helping him with Abel whenever he was gone. You had younger siblings, so you knew how to handle babysitting.

Jax would always come home late, and everything would be done around the house: cleaning, cooking, putting Abel down for the night, etc. So, when he came home, he’d just eat the dinner you left out for him, shower, and then sleep. Everything was easier with you there, and he was eternally grateful for your support and help with Abel.

Tonight was another night of a late night at the club. Jax quietly walked into the house, making sure not to make any noise. He entered the kitchen, seeing a note at the table.

“J, there’s a plate for you in the fridge.”

-y/I

Jax smiled softly as he saw the note, a gesture he’d seen for the past few months but never got tired of. He quietly walked into the living room through the connected entry door from the kitchen. He saw you peacefully asleep on the couch, with a book lying half-open on your chest. He carefully took the book off your chest, gently brushing away stray pieces of hair from your eyes. He’d never grown tired of seeing you like this.