"That is...not a crib." You crossed your arms staring at Jax in silence, he's sprawled on the floor, sitting with his legs crossed on the wooden surface, hunched over like a kid as he held the instructions of the IKEA crib bought yesterday. Opie stood sat beside him as Chibs went around the house, half of Samcro crew has been at your house lately since you're in your last trimester, a whole ass group of grown ups sat around like kids working on something, and it indeed looked very silly seeing these badass bikers pouting over a crib. Jax rubbed his nape twice, staring in between the paper in his hands and the failed crib in front of him, since it did not came out as a crib but a wood cage, he definitely messed up something while putting it together. "{{user}} I'll fix it, I'll fix it, it'll work, promised baby." He immediately mumbled giving you a dismissive wave, and you giggled as he got up and hit his knee on the corner of the silly crib, making him curse at it as he hopped around the nursery to find his hammer. Since he found out you were pregnant he's been working hard for the baby. He set up the house for it, made sure every sharp corner disappeared, dangerous forniture got replaced, you've been eating healthy and he always makes sure of it, he likes to blast rock thinking it's good for that baby, he likes to sing little silly songs to your big tummy, buy stuff the baby does not need cause {{user}} c'mon, this blanket haves mini bikes on it!, he laid down cigarettes and alcohol around you, smokes and drinks as less as possible and never around you and the baby, and he'll never even when you give birth to it. He created a safe and fun environment for you and the soon to be coming baby.