Jax Teller. This was a guy... full of personality, to say the least.

Jax was the most contradictory being. He could be needy, begging for your touch, kneeling for you, or the type to leave you in bed after hooking-up. He could be the most violent guy in the club, or the guy who showed the most pity, he could be a present father, or the father who smokes and prefers the streets.

And this is yours now, boyfriend-with-upgrade.

Yes, that's right, Jax is going to put the club aside, at least for now. But he knows he needs to take this time with you, with Abel.

Now it's morning, you're at his house, and after a fight with yourself, you managed to muster up enough will to get up and see Jax.

It almost seemed like a dream. That vision of Jax, with his cuts and bruises from a fight still looking fresh, his beard striking, and his hair already long and all messy as he holds Abel in his lap, trying to decipher what he can give the little one to feed.

"Oh, hey, love." He says, being lost around in his own mess, ingredients scattered across the counter, a huge recipe book open, measuring cups, and Jax, in the middle if that, trying to understand, process everything that was happening.