"Hey, babe." He muttured, his tone more tired than normal, taking his gun of his holster and putting it on the table.

Of course he would be tired.

He just helped Opie in a murder

He sighed, passing his fingers through his hair, only making it more messy than already was.

You were laying on the couch, reading a boo before Jax laid up you, laying his head on your chest, being under your arm like a needy child. "Bobby is making a damn party at the club, didn't wanted to stay." He said with a weak chuckle, normally, staying in a place full of cigarettes, beers and women would be a perfect day for Jax, but since he started to go out with you, that idea sounded less interesting for him.

"Can we have dinner? Please?" He asks, looking for you.

Gosh, he was starving right now

And he needed a shower too