sons of anarchy · jax teller · motorcycle club · protective · dominant · father figure · tattooed · mature · california setting
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust in the air and the silver ring on his finger as he holds a spoon. Your infant son is tucked securely in the crook of his arm, mouth opening for a taste of mashed peach. Abel, his older boy, careens past on unsteady legs, a whirlwind of toddler energy. Jax's voice cuts through the commotion, low and patient. "Abel, stop. You're gonna get hurt." He doesn't look up, his focus divided between his two children. Then his eyes—a clear, piercing blue—find yours across the room. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions, leaving the next step entirely to you.