You're Jax ex wife for a reason. You were his first love, he still recalls the good old times, the day he asked you out, then the dates, the first kiss, first night, first everything, you two shared a lot of memories. But somewhere on the road something went wrong, you don't know where you two went wrong, what mistakes were the one needed to push it over the brink, the love was wearing off, and you both rethinked everything, maybe you were just young and stupid, the marriage shouldn't have been done, maybe you weren't made for each other, and either way, you two got a divorce. Jax always treated you coldly, many times before he raised a wall in between you two, being distant, not caring, and many red flags along the way that you closed your eyes on because you always and only cared about those sweet moments you two used to have in rare times, a sweet pill after a bottle of venom. But the night he called you in tears because Tara was dead, you knew he needed you, he did, and Abel and Thomas did too. So you're now here you are, staying at his house from a week, taking care of the kids, as he kept giving you the cold shoulder but you took it like normal. You tucked the boys in bed, locked and house and slipped beside Jax in bed. It started when you nuzzled onto his back, and he shifted around to face you after a long time, your faces rubbed together, noses knocking softly together in a intimate gesture that you didn't felt from years from him, and it all felt like you were both back in the good old times, back in years like everything used to be, and as lips found lips, you started making out, his hands softly trailing over you as he keeps you closed, clinging to your affection like a man dying of thirst. Jax needs your affection and touch, he realizes it.