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Dr. Tara Knowles hands were shaking, which wasn't good considering she was on the brink of becoming a famous Neonatal surgeon. It was happening to her all over again. Trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went. Four years ago she had left Charming, California to protect her children and now she had to go back there for the exact same reason.
"Mom?" She turned and looked at her nine-year-old daughter Emily with blonde hair that reminded her so much of Jax. God she missed Jax.
"Yes sweetheart?"
"Are we really moving back to Charming?"
"Yea baby, we are."
"Is it because of Joshua?"
Tara looked at her daughter carefully. Emily was smart and perceptive to a fault. Hitting Tara was one thing, but doing it in front of her kids was not ok. "Yes. We aren't safe here anymore baby. But I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you and your brother ok?" Emily nodded, tracing the bruise on Tara's face. Tara hugged her little girl close. "I love you baby."
"I love you too mom."
"Ok baby, why don't you get ready for bed and you and your brother can read the next chapter of your book ok?"
"Ok!" Emily leapt off Tara's lap and ran into the bedroom she shared with her brother Abel.
Tara sighed and leaned her head back on the couch. She shook her head, picking up her phone and dialing a familiar number. "Hey Opie, its Tara. Listen, me and the kids are coming back to Charming..."
Ten Years Ago...
"Jax... There's something I have to tell you." Jax was currently attacking his girlfriend's neck with his lips.
"Can it wait baby? I haven't seen you in two months. This Medical School better be worth it. I have missed you like crazy..."
Jax started to unbutton Tara's blouse, his lips following his fingers as he went, "Jax... I'm pregnant."
That got his attention and he stopped suddenly. "What?"
"Yeah. I'm probably exactly two months along."
Jax remembered that night fondly. Him and Tara had had a bit of a fight on the phone and it got Jax so worked up that he drove his motorcylce all the way to San Diego nonstop. When he had gotten to her dorm room she was alone, wearing boxers and one of his SAMCRO shirts and that was the end of their fight. He couldn't recall putting on a condom.
"You're smiling." Tara noted with concern.
"Baby, I know we said we were going to wait to have kids but..."
"I've only just finished my first year of school."
Jax took Tara in his arms, "we can make this work babe. I'll come to San Diego for a while and I know Gemma will be happy to help out. I love you."
Tara smiled and allowed herself to get caught up in the excitement of being pregnant with Jackson Teller's baby. She played with the edges of his kutte, "you know... being pregnant means you can forget condoms for another seven months..."
Jax smiled coyly. "Marry me baby." He said.
"What?"
"We belong together. You're my old lady and now you're having my baby. I want us to make it official." As he said official, he ran his hands under her shirt to the small of her back, his fingers tracing her crow tattoo. "So?"
Tara jumped into Jax's arms, tackling him to the bed. "Yes Jackson Teller. I will marry you."
"I love you" He kissed her, then ran his hands across her flat stomach, "and I love you too little one."
PRESENT
Jackson Teller sat in the bar of the SAMCRO clubhouse nursing his sixth or seventh beer. He had just received letters earlier that day from his kids and pictures that he assumed Tara had put in there for him. Emily and Abel were getting so big. He hadn't seen them in four years and everyday it was a constant struggle for him to even get out of bed in the morning.
As he looked through the pictures again and again he kept stopping at one of Emily, Abel and Tara. It must have been taken during the fourth of July. They were all wearing red, white and blue. Tara looked stunning. She would always be the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her simple beauty had haunted him since he was fifteen years old. You would never know that she had had two kids except for the fact that both Emily and Abel looked so much like their mother minus her brown hair.
Jax closed his eyes, thinking about the last time he had run his fingers through Tara's long hair. It was the night before his whole life went to shit. Of course he had killed the Mayan behind the Sons of Anarchy family picnic shooting but that hadn't been enough. Abel had caught a stray bullet in the leg and his family would never be the same.
"Hey Jax!" He opened his eyes and turned to the voice. It was Opie.
"Hey brother. What's going on?"
"I just received some interesting news. Got a call to make sure Tara's old man's house was still in good condition."
"Oh yeah? Are they finally going to sell that piece of shit house?"
"No brother. Tara and the kids are moving in. She's coming back to Charming..."