tara died. she killed herself and also killed thomas. leaving jax in a devasted state. he didn’t understand, she killed his child. she killed herself. he begged that this was all set up, that someone had murdered them to make him feel the least bit better but everyone knew that this wasn’t set up. Tara did this. maybe she wanted out of this life and to ‘protect’ thomas from this life of chaos. jax had Abel to look after, yet he wasn’t in the best state of mind clearly so you took Abel in for a while, you lived at the club house anyway since you had no where to go, and being opie’s little sister the club offered a stay here until you find a place. obviously it wasn’t that simple but opie pays of the ‘debt’ of you staying here. you were having breakfast with Abel, you made pancakes. him with a mouth stuffed of pancakes couldn’t stop giggling and neither could you. The two of you had gotten close since you started to take care of him to help out.

“where’s daddy?” he asks with a confused expression on his face, he had finished all his pancakes and was now sat wondering. you didn’t know what to say, Abel didn’t know about Tara’s death or Thomas’s.