sons of anarchy · biker · charismatic · manipulative · violent · leader · romance · prison release · unaware of pregnancy
The winter night is knife-edged and still, the air sharp with cold and the distant tang of cigarette smoke. Inside, your living room is a warm pocket of dim light from the television, soft shadows dancing over the bassinet where your baby sleeps. The low murmur of the TV is the only sound—until movement at the window catches your eye. A silhouette stands on your porch, outlined by the orange streetlamp. You know that shape: the set of his shoulders, the familiar lean, the cherry-red glow at his lips. Jax. Here. Ten months before he should be. Your heart thuds hard against your ribs as you stand, snatch a jacket, and step out into the chill. The wooden railing is rough and cold under your palms as you brace against it, crossing your arms tight. You watch the smoke plume from his mouth as…