teenage type shit

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°You’re Jax’s wife and Tara comes back to town and tries to sleep with him. Reader finds out and confronts Tara, which in turn helps the Mother in Law and Daughter in Law relationship between Reader and Gemma.

“Abel! Get your shoes on, Sweetheart; we’re gonna see Daddy!” I hollered from the kitchen.

I was packing up the dinner that I had made for Jax and the guys since he said club matters would keep him out all night.

Jax being President sure was a pain sometimes, but he took real good care of Abel and I, so I couldn’t complain.

Abel came running down the hall, his tounge sticking out of his mouth as his little feet tried to carry him faster than needed.

“Mommy!” He yelled, climbing up the chair.

He set his shoes on the table, making me roll my eyes.

“Abel Teller, how many times do I have to tell you? Do not put shoes on the table. It’s very dirty.”

“Sowwy.” He replied, swinging his legs.

I bent down to put them on, “I know, Sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to learn. Okay?”

He nodded, giving me a kiss as I finished tying his shoes. Abel went to the living room to get his favorite toy, then stood at the door waiting for me.

I grabbed the heavy box, quickly getting it and Abel into the SUV. Once he was buckled, I went and locked up the house and came back to the car.
°°°°°°
The trip to TM was very quick, it being about 15 minutes from our house.

Gemma came up to the car as soon as I pulled in and unbuckled Abel. Right as his feet touched the ground, he took off towards the playground.

I got out, putting my bag over my neck to rest on my other shoulder so I wouldn’t worry about dropping it.

“What do you have there?” Gemma asked.

We got along for the sake of the guys, but sometimes our snarkiness would clash terribly.

“Homemade Lasagna and Garlic Bread, for the guys. You’re welcomed to some of it too as well.”

She shielded her eyes from the sun, “I just might take you up on that Bettie Crocker.”

I reached into the car for the box, rolling my eyes where she couldn’t see it.

“I can hear you roll your eyes.” She smirked.

“Well, I guess you can hear what I’m thinking then?” I snapped back.

“Easy there.”

I scoffed, laughing as I shut the car door and carried the box to the clubhouse. Abel came running, opening the door for me.

“Thank you Sweetheart.”

He smiled up at me, “Welcome Mommy.” He took off somewhere, most likely to pester Juice to let him play some video games.

I took a deep breath after setting down the box. Yelling at the top of my lungs, “Dinner’s here!!”

It sounded like a stampede. Phill held the guys back, sniffing the air.

“What is it Philthy?” Tig asked.

“It’s… it’s… Lasagna and garlic bread!”

They continued to file out of church, getting in line and serving themselves.

Jax stood by the Chapel doors, motioning me over with his index finger and biting his bottom lip.

I went to him, blushing. That was the same look he gave me this morning before and after our round.

As I got to him, he put a hand on my waist, pulling me into church, closing the door behind him.

“Hey Baby.” I smiled, running my hands up his cut and to his neck.

He leaned forward, grasping my lips with his in a firm, but loving kiss. Our lips smacked as he pulled away and came back again to do it even more slowly.

When my eyes finally opened, I found his watching me.

“Hey Beautiful.”

We stood there, just holding each other for a few minutes, before he pulled back, sighing.

“I think I’m gonna have to stay here tonight.”

“Aww, really?” I pouted.

“Yea. I’m sorry, Baby.” He thought for a moment, “How about Gem take Abel for the night and we make a date of this?”

“Hmmm, sounds like a plan to me.”

He kissed my cheek, then my neck, “Just wait til I get you alone.”

I clenched my legs together and he noticed. Just as he was about to hoist me up, a knock sounded on the door.

“Got a visitor, Jax.”

We sighed, kissing each other.

Exiting church, we paused seeing Tara Knowles talking with Phill.

Gemma came up to us, “What is she doing here?”

Jax shrugged, “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.”

He kissed my cheek, his hand running across my back as he went over to Tara.

“You just going to let him go over there?” Gemma asked, crossing her arms.

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

Would I love to put Tara in her place? Of course I would.

Was I dumb enough to be put in jail? Hell no.

“Gemma, listen, I’m not going to start trouble when it’s not needed.”

Gemma was watching them and nodded, “Looks like she’s the one starting trouble.”

I dared to look over to see that Tara had a hand on Jax’s cheek, the look of wanting to kiss him in her eyes.

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, counting to ten.

Jax was pulling away, keeping Tara at arms length. She was shaking her head as he turned to walk away, then left herself.

Jax came over to me and saw the look on my face.

“I shot her down real quick, baby. I promise.”

My shoulders fell, “I know. Listen, I need to stop by the house and get some clothes. I’ll stop by later when church has let out.”

Jax looked concerned, “Let me walk you out to the car.”

He put his hand on my back, leading me outside. Once at the car, he opened the door, putting one hand on the door and the other on the car, boxing me in.

“You mad, Darlin’?”

“What? No, Jax. I swear.”

He leaned down, kissing me, “Talk to me, baby.”

I ran a finger down his goatee, “I’m fine, babe, really. Isn’t- I mean, aren’t we getting too old to be doing this type of teenage shit anymore?” I asked.

Jax waited for me to continue.

“She wants you Jackson… real bad.” I sighed, looking off over his shoulder.

Jax bent down, getting level with my eyes.

“Who do I love?” He asked, all playfulness gone.

I rolled my eyes, “Me.”

“And who did I marry and promise the world to?”

“Me.”

“That’s right, baby. There’s no Tara in the world that can take that from you. You are the one I want, baby.”

My eyes stung slightly at the start of some tears.

“I love you too, Jax.” I whispered, as he leaned on to kiss me soundly.

“When you go home, grab that cute little blue number.” He said, giving me the famous Teller smile.

Damn good things happened when that blue teddy came out.

I shook myself from my day dream and said goodbye to Jax.
°°°°°°
She snuck in through the back door while they were in church. It was times like these that called for desperate measures and this was one of those.

She knew Jax still loved her… deep down they’d always have that love for one another.

It was a huge mistake leaving like she did, but she thought that was best. Coming back to find that he had remarried had broken what spirit Tara had left.

She was going to show Jax just what he was missing out on.
°°°°°°
Jackson slammed down the gavel, everyone glad that the shit that went on today was over and done with.

Everybody went on home to their wives or girlfriends and wasted no time getting the hell out of dodge.

Jax stood from his seat, walking to his dorm. Hearing the shower running, he smiled thinking that this was going to be the best way to end the night.

“Y/N, baby.” He said, stripping out of his cut, jacket and shirt.

He paused when he looked up, seeing a towel clad Tara leaning against the door jam.

“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Jax’s wife yelled.

Shit just got real.
°°°°°°
I stood in the doorway slack jawed after I yelled.

Whom ever was left in the clubhouse came barreling down to Jax’s dorm.

“Y/N, baby, I swe-”

I held my hand up, silencing Jax. Behind me, Juice ‘Oooooooed’, but swift elbow to the gut had him bent over coughing.

I stepped further into the room, mentally counting to 10, but it was doing little good.

“Tara, we are too damn grown for this shit.” I said, my voice shaking.

“Baby,” Jax came over to me, but I was too pissed to listen to him.

“Jackson, I said zip it!” I snapped at him.

I heard a bag of chips open and some crunching.

Jesus these guys were hopeless!

Tara stepped forward, “Jackson loves me, Y/N. Not you, me!”

“You’re out of your goddamn mind! I’m the one he’s marr-” I paused, then stretched my neck from side to side.

“You know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you Tara. Get your shit and get out.”

“Oh this is gonna be gooood.” Tig said, rubbing his hands together.

I spun around and faced him, “Really Tigger! Now of all times!?”

He scratched the back of his neck, pointing with his eyes for me to look behind me.

I turned to see Tara hanging off of Jax. At least he was trying to get her off of him.

Still seeing blood red, I stalked over to her, slapped a hand over her neck and squeezed.

“Baby, c'mon now.” Jax tried to reason.

I squinted at him and may have growled.

Tara slapped and clawed at my arm.

Grabbing the towel, I lifted her body up as high as I could before slamming her down onto the hard floor.

The small crowd that was gathered 'Oooed’, 'Owwwed’, and hissed.

Tara lay on the floor, unmoving.

“Did she just choke slam Tara?” Juice asked in disbelief.

Tig nodded silently, eyes wide.

With a shaking rage, I pointed to Tara, “Get her the hell out of here… NOW!”

The crowed scrambled as I stormed through the door and out of the clubhouse.

I had to get away before something else happened.
°°°°°°
“Y/N!” I could hear Jax calling out for me as I hid in the garage.

After calming down, I realized how much of a dumbas I may have looked. I normally have so much more self control than that.

Jax rounded the corner and finally spotted me.

“There you are, baby!” He sounded relieved.

I played with my wedding ring on my finger but said nothing.

Jax squatted down placing his hand over mine.

“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

I shrugged, “Tara alright?”

He laughed, pushing his way in between my knees.

“She’s fine. I asked if you were okay.”

“Eh… lost my shit…. sorry.”

Dipping his head down to catch my eyes, he smiled, “Hey now. She touched what’s yours, baby.”

I rolled my eyes but smirked slightly. “Not the point Jackson. We aren’t children.”

“What is it you say to the guys when they act up?” He asked, nudging me when I didn’t answer.

“If you act like a child, I’ll treat you like a child.”

I snapped my head up, looking at him horrified. “Ya don’t choke slam kids, Jax!”

His laugh was deep and loud. “Ture, baby, but kids need to be taught lessons… Let’s just hope that Tara’s learned hers.”

I snorted, “Highly unlikely but whatever.”

Biting his lip, he rubbed my outter thighs, “It was hot though… and when you growled at me… damn baby!”

I slapped his arm, “Perv.”

Jax helped me stand, “C'mon, I still wanna show my wife a good time.”
°°°°°°
The next day, Gemma had brought Abel back to TM. She didn’t say anything to us but a 'Hello’ and went on her way.

I was in the middle of changing the sheet in Jax’s dorm when she came in smirking.

Standing, I put my hands on my back and bent backwards some. I was sore after Jax and I had our fun last night.

“What is it Gemma?” I sighed, when my back did pop.

“Saw what you did.”

I paused again, “What do you mean?”

She took out her phone and showed me a video of what happened last night.

“Mother fucker!”

“You did good baby girl. I’m proud of you… Had me worrying there for a while when you didn’t stand up for you and Jax.” She kissed my cheek as the video continued.

That’s when I saw Juice come over the screen,

“Did you see that!? Choke slam, live baby!!”

“Why that- JUICE!!” I yelled, running from the room.

“Shit! Run, she knows!”

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