Info: you and Jax get high together and confess your feelings
Warnings: use of marijuana (edgy), cussing
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Abel was just taken and everything had gone downhill. Everyone was torn apart by it, even the civilians. It wasn't right, Jax didn't deserve it, he was too good to be brought down by this.
You walked in Jax's house, Gemma was sitting at his kitchen table. Chibs and Bobby had tried to get him up but Gemma sent them off.
"He can't get up" Gemma sighed worriedly, looking into her cup of black coffee, her reflection looking back at her. "So you called me?" You asked in disbelief, crossing your arm. "Yeah, who else would I call?" Gemma raised a brow. "Tara?" You suggested, knowing he had a live for her he hasn't had for anyone else, even his wife Wendy. The father of his children.
"I don't like the doctor bitch" Gemma scoffed, a smirk playing at her lips.
"But this is for your son, not what girl you like more. Tara can get him up, me? Gemma, I can't do that. He's known Chibs and Bobby his whole life and they couldn't do anything" you dropped your hands down to your sides in defeat.
"Stop the I cant shit, y/n, go in there, try a little, actually try. If he doesn't get up, he don't get up and I'll call the doctor" Gemma snapped you into place.
You rolled your eyes and started down the hall. It was like every step was you dragging a heavy weight. Tara was his high school sweet heart, but you were his best friend, as close as Opie was with him. You watched Tara break his heart, you picking up the pieces, because you loved him. Then he was fine for a while and fell into a hole with Wendy, she was a crank junkie, but he married her. After Abel was born, you were there. Now that Abel is gone, you're here again, because you love him.
You took a deep breath at the nursery door before stepping in. The room smelled like weed, Jax was on the floor by the crib. You walked in and sat down next to him, that's what felt natural. You pulled the joint from his fingers and smoked it yourself. You didn't know what to say, comforting others was never your forte.
"I'm sorry" Jax said, still facing forward.
"For?" You turned to him, hoping he'd look at you. You took another hit, a long one, your throat burning.
"For all the shit I've put you through time and time again. It ain't fair to you, I don't deserve you comin back time and time again" he rambled on.
"How high are you?" You laughed, he'd never say these things normally.
"Just high enough to know what I'm sayin is real" he turned to you, his eyes red from crying.
You just looked at each other this time for a few minutes in silence.
"I don't know want to say here, Jackson. Gemma wanted me to come here and fix you or something-" you spoke, nervous from all the eye contact.
"Because she knows"
"What does she know?" You asked perplexed, your brows scrunched.
"That I love you, y/n" he spoke, this was real, he had no games behind the statement he just said.
"But Tara-"
"Tara was over a decade ago, but you've been here this whole time. I fall apart and you put me back together, it just all works out. This works. This makes sense," he said "just hold out for me one last time, it's the last time. Just don't go yet"
"I'm not going anywhere Jax, I'm here, I'm right here. I just hope this is all the same tomorrow when you've showered and don't have any weed affecting you"
