𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your baby slept peacefully in his bassinet by the couch as you plopped down beside him, finally getting a chance to relax. Everything that needed to be done was done. You’ve pumped and portioned the milk, washed the bottles, and even had time to eat some toast, even if it was 11pm.

Your tv was playing a random show that was on cable tonight on a low volume as to not wake up your son. You were looking at the tv but not watching, too tired from having a newborn baby to deal with all by yourself to focus on anything else but him.

As you were about to drift off on the couch, you saw something in your peripheral. Living in a shitty neighborhood, you’re always on guard with what’s going on outside. You lifted your head, looking out your large living room window and your heart stopped.

Jax… He wasn’t supposed to get out of prison for another 10 months.

After Jax made a promise to get Samcro legit, He got caught tampering with a dead body and sent to prison for 20 months.

You realize that even if Jax was promising you all these things, yet nothing changed, it never would. Danger always follows around Jax Teller. So you decided that what’s best for your son is to be away from Jax and his dangerous life style. You went to the prison to visit him, ended it and never looked back. You grew the baby alone, gave birth alone, and have been tending to the babys needs for the last month he’s been in the world.

But there he is. Standing outside your house, a cigarette between his lips and a prison tattoo poking through his shirt, his baby laying beside you, sleeping peacefully.

You slowly stood up, grabbed a small jacket and opened your front door, stepping outside. The winter air immediately hitting your skin as you quickly put the jacket on. You walked to stand on just before the stairs, leaning against the railing with you arms crossed.

Jax looked up as he heard the front door, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, baby.”