I also learned that miracles happen. Jax and Hudson are proof of that.
I continue to scan the brothers, looking for a certain one. I notice my dad is sitting at the bar with a beer, talking to Cannon, and I half smile happy that we’re gaining a father-daughter relationship again.
No one has mentioned where Mama is—heck, I’m not even sure they know—but what I do know is that their divorce went through, and Mama is gone, and honestly, it’s probably the best thing she could have done because I don’t trust her near my son.
She sold her daughter for money, so what is stopping her from trying to sell her grandson?
I lock eyes with Blade who is near the backdoor and he says something to Dirty, the brother’s resident playboy who likes dirty sex, something I have unfortunately witnessed a lot of. Mainly dildos or even another man in his butt while a woman sucks him off and he eats another woman or even sucks off a man.
If it is to do with sex, he doesn’t care what gender you are as long as you all get pleasure, but again, not something I wanted to witness, especially at the age of fifteen.
Dirty looks my way and smiles, relief shining off him that I notice even from here. He nods before Blade makes his way towards me, gaining some other brothers' attention. Each one looks to where he’s heading—towards me—and sags with relief.
“Hey, little doll,” Blade says when near, causing some club girls and Jessica, sitting next to Luna, to look towards me.
Jax’s mama relaxes seeing me, her eyes watering, knowing it has taken a lot for me to leave my son, someone I really need to get back to. The club girls look at me with sadness, others with jealousy, but I ignore them and focus on Blade.
“Where is he?” I ask and he smiles wider.
“Fuck it is about time, Ives,” he says then nods to the door and admits, “His flashbacks were giving him headaches so Pitbull took him home, do you want me to escort you?”
I shake my head, quickly kiss his cheek, and mumble, “No, go celebrate with your woman…”
He smiles softly, and I turn and walk back to the front door, my mind is on Jax, and worry hits me.
Does he always suffer from headaches when he has a new memory?
Should I wait?
I swallow hard and climb back in my car, the thought of leaving club grounds flittering through, and I breathe heavily.
Maybe if he gets back what he needs, the pain will stop?
But what if they send him into overload and he needs to be readmitted?
I eye the gate before I shake my head and put my car in gear then I turn right down a dirt track past Dark Angel’s Motors, a place I always wanted to work, but I knew the brothers wouldn’t accept me there. I continue my drive towards the brothers' houses instead of going towards the gate, knowing that leaving won’t help me, his son, or himself.
I need him, and I know he needs me too.
My heart pounds as I park in front of Jax’s Victorian-style house, my eyes going to the living room window where the light shines.
My stomach tightens as worry fills me, but I push the fear away and slowly, I climb out of my car before I walk up the drive and head to the front door. Before I can chicken out, I knock on the door, chewing my bottom.
I hear footsteps before the door opens, and I lock eyes with Jax. His mouth parts in shock as he rasps, “Cupcake…”
Hurt and confusion ebb off him, and without giving it much thought, keeping Jessica’s words in my head, I step forward and lean up on my tiptoes before I press my lips against his in a soft kiss. I close my eyes, enjoying having his lips against mine again after so long.
Jax freezes for a second before he grabs my hips hard and gently breaks the kiss as his eyes look over me with a furrowed brow, before suddenly he winces, squeezing his eyes tight as he stumbles back, clutching his head.
“Jax?” I gasp with fear before Pitbull appears and grabs him. He shakes his dad off, rubs his forehead, and slowly paces back and forth, which doesn’t help him, and I lock eyes with Pitbull.
Concern etches off him and he says, “Son, do you need your medication?”
His words have come out more as a plea, and I hate it because obviously, he hasn’t been taking his pain medication.
“Do you need to go back to the hospital?” I ask with panic, and Jax turns towards me, linking his fingers behind his head as his teary eyes look over me before settling on my now flat stomach, and I place my palms on it out of instinct.
Oh god, does he–
