in which Henley comes home and realizes that she could become the thing she's always feared the most
i do not own anything from Sons of Anarchy
(just as a disclaimer i wrote this on an old account of mine. if it seems familiar that is why.)
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VIII
Henley pulled her shorts back up. She knew she might be making a big mistake but she also knew this was what she wanted. She wanted to stop fighting her feelings.
"We were supposed to be getting shit for your kid not having a quickie on the side of the road," Henley joked.
Jax just smirked and started the car. He lit a cigarette. He held the box open toward Henley.
"You still smoke, darlin?", he asked.
She grabbed a cigarette.
"Some bad habits are hard to quit," she said.
She flashed a flirty smile at Jax before putting the cigarette in her mouth and leaning over for Jax to light it.
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After grabbing some good stuff for the baby, Henley was looking through some baby books she had found when she came across a box. John Misc. was written on the side of the box.
"Hey, Jax. I think this is a box of your dad's stuff," Henley said.
She picked the box up and handed it to Jax. He sat down on a cooler. Henley thought about leaving the unit to give him space but he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. She smiled and looked at the box's contents with him. Jax pulled out some old pictures of their dads and his mom. Henley pulled out a big yellow envelope.
"This is interesting," she said.
She handed it to Jax and he opened the envelope up. On the first page of what looked like some sort of book it said: 'The Life and Death of Sam Crow: How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way.'
"This looks like some super deep shit," Henley said to no one in particular.
Jax turned the page. 'For my son Thomas, who is already at peace. And for my son, Jackson, may he never know this life of chaos.'Henley looked at Jax. His expression was unreadable. They read a bit more.
