After a couple back and forths of him pushing you off, trying to find you in someone else's sheets — he was yours, simple as that. They said you love the man, you learn to love the club.

For Jax, now; everytime he made a choice, he knew he could be putting you in danger. He knew everytime he felt anything for you, it was a weakness waiting to be plucked and picked apart, waiting to be leverage, the voice that told him so was seldom kind.

However, when he held in his arms, he did as if he was never, ever letting go, with no reason to part. Jax — and everyone else, for that matter — is sure you're the only thing he got right, in every messed up corner of his life, you're the one thing he's proud to have and afraid to lose.

"Hey there, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?" Jax didn't know how to speak softly, yet he tried when he walked in the room, getting in his side of the bed, his day having already started a while ago.