#jax teller x bluebell teller

[theesirenteller]

LITTLE MISS DAIRY QUEEN

Chapter Two; ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs, ɴᴇᴡ sᴄᴀʀᴇs.

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Jax Teller had always been a man of flesh and instinct, the heat of the moment driving him more often than reason ever could. But standing there, leaning against his bike in the thick of the fairground chaos, he felt something raw, something primitive, something that clawed its way up his spine and seared through his chest. It wasn’t just love. Love was too tame a word for what she stirred in him.

Bluebell.

Even her name tasted like honey and wild things, rolling through his head like a prayer he’d forgotten how to say. There she was, moving through the crowd with a beauty so effortless it made him ache. She hadn’t seen him yet, and he was glad for that. Her presence alone was a torment he wasn’t ready to face, not after all these years.

Jax’s eyes devoured her, unapologetic, tracing the lines of her as though they were scripture etched into the fragile skin of his past. Her hair was longer now, cascading in dark waves down her back, catching the sunlight in a way that made him wonder how something so ordinary could look like starlight. She hadn’t changed much, not really, but there was a weight to her now, a quiet gravity in the way she moved, as though the world had worn her down but couldn’t dim her light.

And God, how she looked at those boys. Those boys. He watched her crouch down, her voice low, soft, as the younger one pointed at a bike nearby. Jax couldn’t hear what she said, but her tone carried on the breeze, warm and steady, as if it were meant to soothe the chaos that lived in the air between them.

That boy, with his blue eyes—his eyes. Jax clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, the weight of it all crashing over him like a tide. The older one stood a little further back, lanky and observant, throwing glances over his shoulder like he was guarding her. That boy’s jawline was a line Jax had seen in the mirror his whole life. It wasn’t just the resemblance; it was the way they stood, the way they moved. There was no mistaking it.

Those boys were his.

The thought staggered him. He had to grip the handlebars of his bike to keep from stumbling under the weight of it. His sons. He wanted to call out to them, to her, to demand the answers that were gnawing at his gut. But he stood there, paralyzed, as the years that had passed slammed into him all at once.

Bluebell turned, her gaze sweeping the crowd, and then it happened—their eyes met.

It was as if the universe had collapsed into that single moment. Her face, once so familiar it was burned into his soul, hit him like a fist. He saw the shock ripple through her, saw the way her lips parted like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. And all he could do was stand there and drown in her.

He remembered the taste of her skin, the sound of her laughter, the way her body had fit against his like it had been made for him and him alone. Memories clawed at him, pulling him under, and the ache that followed wasn’t just longing. It was grief. Grief for the years they’d lost, for the nights he’d spent staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was still alive, if she’d moved on, if she’d hated him as much as he hated himself.

But now, here she was, flesh and bone, and all Jax could feel was that old hunger. It wasn’t just desire. It was a pull, a gravitational force that yanked him toward her no matter how much he tried to resist. He had never stopped loving her. Not once, not for a second.

She broke the spell first, turning away, her hand resting on the boy’s shoulder like it was the only thing tethering her to the earth. Jax watched her retreat, his chest tight, his throat dry. He wanted to run after her, to grab her, to kiss her until the years between them dissolved into nothing. But he stayed where he was, rooted to the spot, helpless as she disappeared into the crowd.

And still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Bluebell. His Bluebell. She wasn’t just a woman from his past. She was the woman, the one who had torn open his chest and left his heart beating in her hands. And now that he’d seen her again, now that he’d felt the pull of her presence, he knew there was no going back.

Tara stood in the crowded room, her eyes scanning the people around her, the usual hum of conversation washing over her. But then, her gaze caught Jax. He was standing a few paces away, his eyes locked on someone across the room.

A woman. Tara's heart twisted in a mix of jealousy and suspicion, but before she could fully process the emotion, Gemma stepped up beside her, leaning in with a knowing smirk.

“You see that too, huh?” Gemma's voice was low, her eyes flickering toward Jax, then narrowing at the woman he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of.

Tara followed Gemma’s gaze. She didn’t recognize the woman at first, but something about her seemed... familiar. The woman stood with a boy, her posture protective, almost defensive. Tara’s eyes flitted back to Jax. His expression was a storm of raw emotion—longing, regret, hunger.

“That’s Bluebell,” Gemma said, her tone laced with something darker, something Tara couldn’t quite place.

Tara’s stomach dropped. She remembered the stories Jax had told her about his past, about the love he’d lost, about the pain that had haunted him for years. But she hadn't known about this woman. Not in detail.

Gemma’s gaze shifted to Tara, and her smile was cold. “You don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. She’s the one Jax chose to leave behind, the one he couldn’t save. You should thank your lucky stars she doesn’t remember what we did to her.”

Tara's blood ran cold at Gemma's words, and her eyes snapped back to Jax, still staring at Bluebell like he was seeing a ghost.

Tara's heart pounded in her chest. She felt a surge of protectiveness for herself, but also something else—something darker, something that made her wonder how far Jax had gone to protect Bluebell from Gemma and Clay's wrath. She stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with accusation. "What did you do to her, Gemma?"

Gemma's gaze flickered with something close to amusement. "Nothing that hasn’t been paid for."

Tara's hand tightened into a fist at her side as she watched Jax, his gaze unwavering, his body tense with something more than just the shock of seeing Bluebell again. She felt it—the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, like he was holding on to something inside him, something he couldn’t let go. And the woman—the woman he couldn’t take his eyes off of—stood there, oblivious to the storm she had unleashed in him.

Gemma’s words kept ringing in Tara’s ears. "She’s the one Jax chose to leave behind, the one he couldn’t save." The image of Bluebell, standing there with that boy, her presence like a pull on Jax that Tara could almost feel from where she stood, made the pit of Tara’s stomach churn.

Jealousy, hot and ugly, surged through her veins. This woman—this ghost from Jax’s past—had a hold on him, one Tara could see clear as day. And the fact that Jax hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked away from her for even a second, made Tara’s breath hitch. There was something there—something in the way Jax’s eyes softened when he looked at Bluebell. It wasn’t just a passing recognition. It was longing.

Tara's thoughts twisted. Was she really going to stand here and watch him fall back into the past? To give up everything they had—everything they’d fought for—because of some unfinished love story she couldn’t even compete with?

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. No. Not like this. Not again. Tara's protective instincts flared. She wasn’t about to lose him to some woman who had already torn him apart once before. The fact that Bluebell had the audacity to show up, to waltz into his life like nothing had changed, made Tara’s blood boil.

"I don’t like this," she muttered, barely able to keep the edge out of her voice.

Gemma noticed her discomfort, a sly smile curling on her lips. “You can’t stop it, sweetheart. You think you can just erase everything Jax feels for her?”

Tara shot Gemma a glare, but her eyes stayed locked on Jax. She could feel herself slipping—could feel the jealousy seeping into her bones, making her want to lash out, to scream, to make him see her. But she wasn’t like Gemma. She wasn’t going to make a scene.

Instead, Tara made a decision. She took a slow step forward, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on Jax. No more watching him drown in this mess.

With each step she took, the distance between her and Jax seemed to grow. She was fighting for his attention, fighting for him to see her. And with every inch she moved, she felt herself dig in deeper. This wasn’t just about jealousy anymore. It was about claiming what was hers.

Tara’s voice was tight when she finally spoke, the jealousy choking her words. “Jax.” She said his name firmly, a command, not a plea. He still didn’t look at her, but she didn’t care. She moved closer, stepping in front of him, blocking his line of sight to Bluebell. “It’s over. You have to let her go.”

Her chest tightened at the thought of Jax’s past and the depth of what he might feel for Bluebell, but this—this—was now her fight. And she’d be damned if she let him slip away from her because of a woman who’d hurt him so badly.

Jax’s eyes flickered up to her for the first time, a trace of guilt in them, and Tara’s heart nearly broke. But she held her ground, determined to shield him, even if it meant becoming the villain in this twisted love triangle.

Jax’s eyes stayed locked on Bluebell, unable to tear himself away. The sight of her, standing there, laughing with someone else, the same way she had once laughed with him, twisted something deep inside him. It was as if the years apart had never happened, as if the distance between them hadn’t been filled with pain and regrets. The ache was raw, overwhelming, and all he could think about was getting closer, just to hear her voice again.

But it wasn’t just her he was watching. It was the man beside her, that unfamiliar face. The guy had his arm around her casually, like they were something more than just strangers, and Jax could feel a pang of jealousy clawing at his chest. He didn’t know who this man was, but the way he leaned into her, the way their chemistry seemed effortless—it rattled him.

The man, tall and confident with dark hair and a slight southern drawl, noticed Jax’s stare. He looked at him like he was sizing him up, but there was no recognition in his eyes, just curiosity.

Emmett, as Jax would later learn, smiled politely but distantly, oblivious to the tension that was already building in Jax’s gut.

“Hey there, you look lost,” Emmett remarked, clearly trying to be friendly, but there was an undertone of territoriality in his voice that Jax didn’t miss.

Jax didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were still on Bluebell, but something in the way Emmett spoke made him snap out of the trance.

“Name’s Emmett Silverstone,” the man added with a grin, not realizing that his friendly overture was being met with cold silence. “And you are?”

“Jax,” he muttered, not caring to elaborate. His attention had already drifted back to Bluebell, the pull of her presence more powerful than any introduction.

Emmett, seeing the direction of Jax’s gaze, glanced back at Bluebell, who was now looking up at the two men, her expression unreadable. Jax’s heart skipped a beat, hoping—fearing—she would look at him the way she once had.

But instead, she simply smiled softly, her lips pressing together as if she was weighing her words. Then, finally, her eyes met Jax’s.

“Jax…” Her voice was the same, that soft, melodic sound he’d missed more than he could bear. But it wasn’t a greeting. It wasn’t a reunion. It was just his name, spoken with a distance between them that made his stomach twist.

Before he could say anything, Emmett was stepping in, completely unaware of the history between Jax and Bluebell. “She’s not alone, friend,” Emmett said with a polite smile. “You should’ve been around sooner if you wanted to claim her attention.”

Jax felt a flare of anger, but it wasn’t directed at Emmett. No, it was at himself, for not being there, for letting things fall apart between them.

Bluebell shifted slightly, as if uncertain, then gave Jax a quiet look that said everything without saying anything at all. It was a look that broke his heart, but it also pushed him away, reminding him of all the things that had torn them apart in the first place.

“I’ll talk to you,” Bluebell said finally, turning her back to Emmett and stepping a few paces away. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “But not here. Not in front of him. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Jax’s pulse quickened. He couldn’t believe it. She was giving him the chance to speak with her, after all this time. He followed her without a second thought, eager to bridge the gap between them, but terrified of what might happen when they finally spoke.

As they walked away, Emmett watched them for a moment, his expression unreadable. He didn’t know the history, didn’t know what this was about, and it didn’t seem to bother him. He was still beside Bluebell, ready to step in at a moment’s notice if the situation took a wrong turn.

But Jax didn’t care about Emmett. All that mattered now was the distance between him and Bluebell, the chance to finally speak to her in private, away from the noise, the confusion, and the years that had been lost.

They stepped into a quieter space, a small alcove just beyond the crowd. Bluebell turned to face him, her posture tense, but her eyes searching his face, as if trying to read him.

Jax’s boots struck the ground as he moved toward her, each step heavy with the weight of his resolve. His jaw was clenched tight, the tension in his shoulders radiating as he stopped just inches from Bluebell, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that matched the storm inside him.

"Are they mine, Bluebell?" The question came out sharper than he intended, his voice rough with a mix of longing and anger. He didn’t care about anything else in that moment—only that truth, that connection to the life he’d been kept from.

Bluebell’s face tightened, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer, and for a moment, Jax’s chest tightened with the weight of the silence between them.

Finally, she nodded, once, her voice quiet but firm. "Yeah. They’re yours. Always have been."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. The kids, his flesh and blood. For a second, it felt like the ground beneath him shifted, like everything he’d been living for, all the mistakes, all the years of loss, suddenly mattered in a way he hadn’t expected. But before he could let himself feel that, Bluebell’s voice cut through the haze.

"You can’t be around them, Jax," she said, her eyes hardening with an unspoken conviction. "Not if Gemma and the club are involved. It’s too dangerous for them. Too dangerous for you."

Jax’s chest tightened, and his hand twitched at his side, itching to grab her, to make her see reason. He stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke. "You think I’m just gonna walk away from them? From my kids? No. I’m their father. I’ll be around whether you like it or not."

Bluebell’s eyes flickered with frustration, but she held her ground. "You don’t get it, Jax. The club—the life you’re still in—it’s a liability. It’s dangerous for them. For everyone involved." She shook her head. "I won’t let them get caught in the middle of that."

Jax’s hands balled into fists at his sides. The words, her words, stung in a way he hadn’t expected. "So that’s it? You’re just gonna keep me away from them because of the club? Because of what I’ve done? What she’s done?" His voice was thick with pain and anger. "You really think I’d let anything happen to them? That I’d let them suffer for the mistakes I’ve made? Damn it, Bluebell, I’ve changed. I can change. I will change."

But Bluebell shook her head again, her face softening, but her resolve unwavering. "I don’t care if you’ve changed, Jax. I don’t care what you say. What I care about is keeping them alive. Keeping them out of the kind of world that gets people killed. You’ve already seen it—hell, you’ve lived it. But it’s not just your life on the line anymore. It’s theirs."

Jax stood there, torn between his love for her and his children, and the reality of the life he couldn’t seem to shake. "So what, then? You’re just gonna keep them from me? Forever?"

Bluebell’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she held her ground. "I’m doing what I have to do to protect them, Jax. I’m doing what I’ve always done. If you want to be a part of their lives, if you want to be their father, then you have to let go of the club. Let go of that life. I can’t live in a world where they’re caught in the crossfire of it all. You understand that, don’t you?"

Jax’s chest tightened, and the frustration, the anger, the love—it all collided inside him, a storm of emotions he couldn’t contain. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You don’t get it, Bluebell," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I can’t just walk away from it. I can’t."

Bluebell sighed deeply, her voice breaking. "Then you’ll lose them, Jax. Because I can’t have you near them if you’re still in that world."

The weight of her words settled on him like a lead blanket. She was right, and they both knew it. But as much as he hated it, he also knew that she would never let him back into their lives if the club was still a part of him.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was deafening. Finally, Jax exhaled slowly, the fight draining from his body.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do, Bluebell?" he whispered, his voice filled with pain. "What do I do now?"

She looked at him with something close to sympathy but a certainty that told him this wasn’t up for debate. "You make your choice, Jax. You choose them… or you choose the club. And if you choose the club, then you’ll have to stay away. It’s that simple."

Jax stood there, the weight of her decision crashing down on him. His heart ached for the family he could have had, the life he could have built with her and their kids. But as much as he loved them, as much as he wanted to be there for them, he knew there were some things he couldn’t leave behind.

The anger building inside him like a fire that couldn’t be contained. "I am their father, Bluebell. And I’m not asking for permission." His voice was low but filled with the kind of certainty that only came from a man who knew exactly what he wanted. "You don’t get to make that choice for me. I’m in their lives. I’m not walking away."

Bluebell’s face softened for a moment, but the worry in her eyes remained. "Jax, you don’t understand—"

"No," he interrupted, taking another step toward her, his voice rising now. "You don’t understand. I’m not leaving them. I’m not gonna let them grow up without knowing who their father is. You think I’ve spent all these years feeling this ache in my chest for nothing? I’ll fight for them, for us, no matter what the hell it takes."

Her breath hitched as she stepped back, her eyes narrowing. "You can’t keep putting them in danger because of your stubbornness. The life you’re living—it’s not just your own anymore. There’s too much at risk."

Jax shook his head, frustration building with every word she spoke. "I’m not backing down, Bluebell. You think I’m just gonna sit by while you keep them from me? You think that’s what I’m gonna do? No." He stepped closer, his tone harder, more forceful. "You don’t have a choice. I’ll be there for them, for you, even if you fight me every step of the way."

Bluebell’s voice cracked, but her resolve didn’t waver. "Jax, if you bring the club into this—if you bring Gemma into their lives, I’ll never let you see them again. I can’t let them live in that world."

Jax took a deep breath, his chest tightening as the weight of

[theesirenteller]

𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚 𝘋𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘠 𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝕽𝖊𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓

Bluebell and Jax were inseparable—sneaking around, deeply in love, and always craving each other's touch. Their passion led to a secret marriage and a move to La Jolla, far from the chaos of Charming. But their happiness was shattered when Gemma, fueled by jealousy, discovered their marriage and viciously attacked Bluebell, causing her to miscarry. While Bluebell lay in a coma, Jax made the heartbreaking decision to leave.

Seven months later, after being released from jail and dealing with Opie’s death, Jax returned for one night of passion, but left again before morning.

Now, two years later, with Jax as SAMCRO president and married to Tara, fate brings him and Bluebell face-to-face once more. Is this their second chance, or will the years apart keep them from the love they once shared?

MASTER LIST

Crossing Paths

Old Wounds, New Scares

Fate's Return

Shouldn't Be Alone Together

Ghosts of La Jolla

Bound by Secrets

The Weight of Silence

Unfinished Business

The President’s Dilemma

Love in the Shadows

A Second Chance, or Goodbye?

Supporting Characters

[theesirenteller]

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.

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ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⇶ Sons Of Anarchy

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ⇶ Jax Teller

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴇsᴛ ⇶ Bluebell Luanne Buckley (original character)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⇶ sᴇᴛ ɪɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴs ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ; ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɢʟʏ ᴍᴜsᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇs ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇʀs. ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ sᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʀᴀɴᴅʏ's sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ. sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴜ ᴊᴀx ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ's ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴇsʜʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ.

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The Blue skies of charming seemed a little bluer, the air a little crisper, and the sun shined a little brighter. Church ended faster than Jax expected but he was thankful. He now sat in one of the booths at the back of the clubhouse. His phone was clutched in his hands as he texted away with a boyish smile on his lips. " Hey. " Opie smacked his hands against the table, catching his friend's attention. " You coming with Tig and I to the titty bar? It's free taco Tuesday so Tig's pretty excited," he said.

" Greasy tacos and beer? sounds tempting but nah man, I've got plans. " Jax grinned as he stood up. Before Opie could question him further, The bubbly blonde rushed out of the clubhouse.

Today was Thursday. Which meant it was the one day a week that Jax and Bluebell got to have an afternoon date. And this time it was Jax's turn to pick their date destination. Some Instyle magazine at the gas station he'd passed stated women liked being pampered by their boyfriends. The list was long, stating different ways that a guy could pamper and spoil their girl. One option stood out to him…a salon trip. Jax had been to the salon only a handful of times with his mother and that was when he was a child. Gemma kept the same style at the Charming Salon. He didn't pay much attention to who attended and who didn't. This time around he passed by often and noticed that no one that had Bluebell's hair texture ever attended the salon. The few biracial and black women who went by the salon always came out with straightened hair. No fancy styles or anything he'd seen in Seventeen, AMINA, and Sister to Sister magazines at the gas station on the outskirts of town.

So Jax got creative. He surfed the web and came across a salon called Afrolicious Beauties. The website had ' Black Owned Business since 1961' and had endless amounts of photos of diverse black women with various hair textures and styles. The prices weren't outrageous either. So it didn't take Jax much longer after that to make an appointment for Bell. He loved her curly fro but was curious to see how she would look in a different hairstyle and he hoped she'd enjoy the pampering. The sunkissed biker wasn't sure what to exactly ask for but after a long conversation with a woman named Annie on the opposite end of the line; a deep conditioner and silk press were booked.

Bluebell finished her shift and bid her cousin Duggie goodbye before she sat outside awaiting her boyfriend. She wore a mid-length beige floral dress that had a square-lace embroidered neckline. The flowers on the dress were colored in rose pink with hints of periwinkle, and some touches of melon green. lace trim scattered around the bottom hem of the dress that stopped a few inches above her ankles. The dress had been her mother's and it was one of many that she found in the storage shed. her cowboy boots tapped against the wooden porch floor as she waited. Soon enough the familiar rumbling of a motorcycle engine filled her ears causing a smile to form across her face. Bluebell stood up on her feet and walked off the porch just as Jax rolled up in front of her.

The two smiled at one another like two love-struck fools the moment their eyes met. " Hey there beautiful, you need a ride? " The blonde flirted. His hand extended out.

" I would love to, thank you. " she giggled. her hand grasping onto his own as she got on the back of his bike. Bluebell snuggled his helmet onto her head and locked the clasp shut before wrapping her arms around his waist.

" Oh, Honeybee, you're wearing the shirt! You look so handsome! '' Bluebell gushed from behind him as she hugged him close. A few days prior she'd sewed him a light blue and white flannel that he currently wore. It truly did bring out the vibrancy of the blue in his eyes.

Tilting his head to the side, he had stolen a tender peck from her lips. " Thanks, babe," he replied. Jax loved it and knowing she'd made it special for him made his heart warm. He smiled like a kid on Christmas and waited until their date to wear it.

It felt like they were flying. Jax sped out of charming like a bat out of hell. The route was much different than their usual one and Bluebell sat wide-eyed in the back of him. The sun didn't seem to bother and the air felt like a kiss from god, soft and gentle.

The two soon arrived at a train station. Located by a long railway near the border of the highway eight miles away from Charming. Bluebell's eyes filled with inquisitive eagerness at the sight. A small barn-like area sat a few feet away from it where a handful of cars and bikes were parked. Jax averted his bike in that direction. Parking in Section Seven, spot 2B. A small coin slot machine sat in front of the spot. The farmer girl had gotten off first and Jax followed suit.

" We're taking a train," Bluebell stated. Excitement bounced off her words as she looked up at him.

" Yeah, babe. I told you I'd be taking us on an adventure. " he grinned.

After placing a toll fee of six dollars for three hours, Jax's bike was securely locked in. His arm draped around Bluebell's shoulder as he nuzzled her close to his side. The way walked the short distance to the station. Jax led them to the high platform where a total of eight people were. Bluebell hadn't asked where they were going, she was all for surprises and wanted to enjoy the ride.

" Thanks, Honeybee. '' she smiled. soon placing an adorning kiss on the side of his jaw. During their late-night hangouts and conversations about any and everything, she had mentioned wanting to ride a train. She'd seen the train in the movie Harry Potter once as a child and thought it'd be swell to experience that one day for herself.

" Don't mention it babe. " he hummed. A bashful blush scorched his cheeks as she hugged him tightly. The way she looked at him like he was a knight in shining armor or some prince. It made his throat go dry and the hair at the back of his neck sweatily smacked to his skin.

The loud tooting of the train engine caught the couple's attention and excitement sparkled in both of their eyes as it approached. " Train to Solana Beach approaching the station, please stand away from the platform edge." a robotic voice said through the speakers.

The couple stood close beside each other as the train came to a stop before Bluebell eagerly rushed in. Her hand tugged Jaxs as she went down the aisle. Singular and double seats were on either side of the aisle, painted in blue and cream-colored leather. Once located in the middle cart, a mischievous smile formed across Jax's lips. He swept his arms around her waist and with a swift motion tackled them both into a random double seat. a loud squeak and laugh escaped Bluebell's lips causing a few looks from bypassers to be shot their way.

" One of these days yuh ' gon break me in half Jax. I ain't some rag doll yuh' can mangle around. " Bluebell hissed. A faux upset glare on her face as her hands smacked against his arms. His goofy smile made her mirror him.

He said nothing. His eyes were wide with enlarged dilated pupils. Creases formed at the corner of his lids. Cheeks, ears, and neck kissed with the shade rouge red. The promise that she would be his forever laid within her mocha eyes. No words were needed. Jax nuzzled his nose against the side of her cheek, his rough hands cradled the side of her neck. Bluebell's scent reminded him of the strawberry milkshakes she drank religiously. Soft and airy yet sweet almost like strawberries covered in creamy vanilla with powdered sugar. How she always smelt so good remained a mystery to him. He knew the details of how she loved concocting oil in her kitchen but good lord. his lips pressed gently against the crease of her exposed collarbone.

Jax's acts of adornment made Bluebell's heart flutter. She never felt this feeling of being loved and safe before. Was she living in a fairytale? How had she become a princess? She felt more than a farm girl in his arms. Bluebell felt like the girls she'd seen in sappy afternoon Hallmark movies. Jax gave her a feeling that could only be described as seeing the sun for the first time, that feeling shook her down to her core. She breathed him in. Drank in his affection. Craved the taste of cigarettes and bitter beer on his lips. Needed his heavenly smile and sapphire eyes to settle on her for Bluebell to function properly. This had to be love. Love was pure. Love was unexplainable. Love was strange. Love was invincible. Love was feeling like the only two people in the world. Love wasn't real, it was something that you could touch. It was an emotion that came as easy as breathing. Love felt freeing. And by god Bluebell Buckley felt all of that and more that couldn't be put into words for Jax.

Her warm arms embraced him, wrapped around his shoulders with her chest pressed against his. Tender kisses were stolen from one another. The two only pulled away to laugh or for Jax to show their tickets to the aisle clerk. His arm draped over her dress-covered thighs as they two looked out the window. Ever since he and Bluebell had gotten together Jax had gotten a chance to venture outside of Charming for fun instead of for club business. Girls were hot in every city or town but none compared to his Bell. A Samcrow member from Washington he'd met on the road had no problem gushing about how great his old lady was. Jax remembered the twenty-six-year-old man saying " It's nice to be married. You slutty fuckers are missing out. "

Jax and Bluebell weren't married and despite laughing alongside his brothers, Jax could relate to an extent. Despite not being sure of the future or worrying about it, one thing Jackson knew was that Bluebell would be his old lady. He couldn't imagine marrying anyone else. Who else would make him feel this way? Jax could bet a hundred dollars not even his parents experienced this type of love. Where being touch starved never existed. Never feeling angry and always being happy was all there was.

Twenty minutes later the young couple arrived at Palm Tree Paradise. The city was diverse, families of different ethnicities walked the streets. The scent of different spices and food vibrantly roamed the air. Bluebell grasped Jax's hand as she walked closely beside him with a smile on her lips and wanderlust in her eyes. The pair passed a series of small shops that sold everything from clothing to trinkets to hair accessories and food. Everything was so colorful and pastel. Jax eyed a leather apparel shop as they passed by it. Both men's and women's apparel was displayed and the various cuts and styles caught his attention.

They'd passed by a few more shops before arriving at the hair salon. The display on the outside of the salon was bright purple. Bluebell looked through the shop window before looking up at Jax with a confused expression. " Surprise babe. I booked you a salon appointment. figured some pampering outside of Charming would be fun. " he grinned.

Like a child being given a puppy Bluebell squealed and hugged him " Aww Suga! Thanks, Honeybee. " They both hugged and laughed.

" Don't thank me yet babe. Wait until it's all done. " He replied as he took her hand in his own, going inside.

" This is gonna be so fun. " Bluebell whispered to herself from behind him. She practically hopscotched into the shop.

The place was lively. Various plants scattered around the purple-colored salon. Fancy leather chairs and the speakers played Erykah Badu's On & On, giving the shop a more cozy and tranquil feel to it. The place smelled of Lavender and Sage mixed with the smokey scent of flat irons and floor cleaner. The woman at the front desk was beautiful. Smooth golden brown skin with honey blonde hair, busty and built curvy. She had a phone placed against her ear and smiled at the pair.

" Hi! I'm Bluebell. " Bell greeted cheerfully. Her smile is bright and welcoming. Her accent is heavy.

" I'm Jax, I'm looking for Annie. I booked an appointment for 2;30. " Jax spoke up from beside her.

" I'm Annie. Nice to meet y'all. " The hairstylist smiled. her attention was directed to Bluebell `` Are you from Georgia? Your accent is adorable. "

" I am! Have you been there ma'am? " Bluebell replied. She and Jax followed behind Annie as she led them through the busy shop. Bluebell waved at a few people who stared at them.

" Mhm. I've got family all up and through there. Have a seat, honey. " Annie replied as she patted the salon chair at the washing station.

Jax already felt a bit out of place due to pure boredom. Also, he was thirsty since the ride was long and the drinks on board were overpriced. As Bluebell took a seat, he asked her " Hey Bell you good here? I'm gonna go get a drink and check out this shop I saw. Do you want anything? "

She looked up at him as a black cape was placed over her " Mhm. I'll be alright. Anything sugary be fine, maybe a strawberry milkshake. " she replied.

A smile spread across his lips as the golden-haired biker smiled and swiftly pecked her lips. " Strawberry milkshake got it. text me if you need me," he reassured. When she nodded in agreement he strolled out the shop.

" He's a cutie girl and damn sure seems smitten with you. " Annie commented. " How long y'all been together? " she asked as she began washing Bluebell's thick coils in cool water. Annie started the wash with a rosemary clarifying shampoo and sea salt scalp scrub.

Bluebell closed her eyes and smiled with glee as she began to enjoy the service. " Thank you, ma'am. We've been together for a month and three days. Jax is the cutest boy I ever did see. Cutest in our town. " she said. pride in her voice.

Annie chuckled to herself. Young love was so sweet. " Cutest in town huh? That ain't hard to believe. Where are y'all from anyway? "

" Mhm. We're from Charming. " The moment she said the name, a few women in the shop stopped talking.

" Oh, chile hell no. I heard from my cousin Ricky that them redneck Aryan warriors live there. Them fools are dangerous and love to skin and do all types of fucked up shit to black folks. " An older woman spoke up with a head shake.

" I hope your man is protected girl cause them fools get batshit crazy when they see one of their own with a sista. " Another hairstylist said.

" Oh geez. Well, Jax is well protected. I don't live too deep into town. I live with my uncle and cousin on our ranch. '' Bluebell reassured them. The conversation continued and jumped to various topics. Bluebell was given a deeply nourishing coconut and honey hot oil treatment whilst the ladies all chit-chatted.

Meanwhile, Jax went into the leather shop he'd been eyeing. It was a second-hand rare-find shop. The small space was filled to the brim with various pieces and a lot of them reminded him of jackets and vests his dad owned. A particular jacket caught his eye. It was black with a glossed shine of midnight blue with skull patches, a lucky 18 patch, and a 'skull's island forever' engravement on the back. Jax was sure this was the exact jacket his father John owned before he died. Six months before to be exact.

" That one's forty bucks. ten percent off if you buy a second jacket. '' the shop owner said from behind him.

Jax turned around with the jacket in hand and faced the man who looked to be in his sixties. " Where'd you get it from? " Jax asked.

" Somewhere in Ireland a few months ago. This chick I was shacking up with had a ton of pieces like that she got rid of. " The elderly man informed him.

Jax sucked in a breath as he nodded. " I'll take it." he agreed. '` Where are your women's jackets? " He was soon directed to a rack a few feet away. The bright pastel colors or tacky writing like 'Sex on legs' writing on the back of the jackets made him want to vomit. He kept swiping through the racks until one in particular caught his eye.

'Total badass' Jax thought to himself as he picked it up. Cropped, midnight black genuine leather with customized silver bullet-shaped studs covering the whole exterior. Bigger spikes stuck out of the wrist and shoulder area. It was fairly small and the size inside read ' medium '. It may fit slightly oversized on Bluebell but Jax was positive it was made for her. His girl would be the hottest babe in Charming riding out the back of his bike with a jacket like that. Excitement bubbled within him as he nearly drooled imagining her in nothing but it on and maybe her cowgirl boots. He quickly brought both to the front counter.

" Ah, nice choice. " The owner commented. " Eighty bucks kid," he added.

Jax dropped four twenty dollar bills onto the counter with a smirk " Pleasure doing business with you. '' Once the items were bagged, Jax collected them and left. He walked along the boardwalk searching for an ice cream place but stumbled across a bar instead. Sending a handsome smile to a few blondes that smiled his way, he entered the bar. It was a small place that looked like a cramped cabana. people his and Bluebell's age all hand beers and fruity-looking drinks in hand.

He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a beer. His ocean-blue eyes fell to the menu that was tapped to the counter. a drink called ' Blueberry Blaster' stood out to him. It consisted of cream soda, rum, blue Curacao, and blueberry syrup with vanilla soft serve on top with pineapple pieces. Sounded super sugary and Jax was sure Bluebell would like it.

When the bartender who looked no older than twenty-five slid Jax the beer, Jax ordered two of the Blueberry Blasters to go. A busty bleach-blonde babe with orange-tanned skin soon sat beside him as he took his first sip. " Haven't seen you around here before. You're a sight for sore eyes. '' she purred with a low raspy voice.

As Jax turned his attention towards her, the blonde slipped her wide-framed pink shades onto her head. Her natural pale skin circled her eye area which badly contrasted the orange tone of her tan. Shimmery red lipstick on her lips.

" Wish I could say the same. " He replied as he stood up from his stool. His drinks were brought to him packaged in a cardboard carrier. Jax slipped his total of twenty bucks onto the counter. Smiling at the blonde who shot him an icy glare before he left.

Jax prayed Bluebell was done or near done. He hated the smell of burning irons. His mother's flat iron stuck up in the bathroom often. He set the carrier on a bench a few stops away from the salon and took a seat. The eighteen-year-old enjoyed his beer as he watched the ocean waves. The chilled beverage quenched his thirst as Jax thought of how cool it'd be to live on the beach and enjoy beers like this while working on his bike. Then later on when the sun would go down he and Bluebell would enjoy dinner on some patio somewhere nice. ' a man can dream ' he sighed to himself, finishing his beer in two more gulps. His phone vibrated in his pocket and once he fished it out he read over a few texts. two from Gemma telling him to not forget to bring home salsa and guac. one from Opie asking what he was doing and the latest one was Bluebell telling him she was done.

Jax swaggered his way to the salon and once going inside Annie greeted him first at the front counter. " She's in the restroom. " Annie informed.

" Thanks. " He smiled before paying the tab.

"Honey Bee!" He was caught off guard by tightly being hugged from the side by his bubbly babe. Jax turned and returned the hug before taking a step back. It was then he stopped breathing. His sapphire eyes grew wide and his mouth gasped as he eyed her. Bluebell looked like an absolute bombshell! Her dark brown almost black colored hair was blown out in layers that stopped at the middle of her arms, just above her elbows. The fluffy full waves framed her baby face and Jax thought he'd pass out right there. Abruptly Jax picked her up with his arms wrapped around her thighs as his lips crashed into hers. Bluebell released a giggle against his lips as the women around them awed and some clapped. Her hands cupped his face as their lips moved against one another sweetly… Jax's lips caressed hers with a meaningful peck as he carefully set her down " You look like an angel Bell. " he complimented. His words are adorned with tenderness. " No need to give me a heart attack. Jax joked earning a smack to his arm.

" Here you go bein full of cow poop again. '' Bluebell giggled. " Thanks, baby. " she expressed it genuinely. Bluebell waved goodbye to everyone and promised to come by and see them again before she and Jax left.

His arm was around her shoulder as he walked proudly beside her. " These look yummy! " Bluebell commented as she held their drinks. Jax led her to the bench he once occupied and Bell sat on his lap. " What are they ? " she asked.

" They're called Blueberry Blasters. They've got vanilla ice cream, pineapple bits, blueberry syrup, and uh…" He paused before finishing. " They've got liquor. Remember those wine coolers we tried last week? '' When she nodded he proceeded, " Something like that but a little stronger babe. "

Bluebell had only drunk once before and those were merely coolers after a late-night trip to Dairy Queen. They tasted good but were a little strong and made her feel all hot on the inside. These looked much more tasty. " Okay. '' As long as Jax was by her side, the farmer girl felt confident and open to try new things like this. Popping open the plastic spoon-straw contraption from its wrapper, she took one of the drinks into her hands. Jax watched as Bluebell sipped slowly. Her pupils expanded as the sugary sweet beverage went down her throat. Sweet, and fruity, and the bitterness of the alcohol was barely there. Masked by a sprite-like fizzle effect. " It's so good. '' she smiled as soon as she pulled her lips from the straw. Bluebell followed it up with spoonfuls of the soft serve. Jax chuckled in response before Bluebell shared hers with him. And even he could admit it was good. The pair got back on the train just before the sun was ready to set. Cuddled up in each other's arms with gleeful smiles plastered across their lips.

[theesirenteller]

𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗.

One of my favorite OC's that I have created. She's a true ball of sunshine

[ravennaortiz]

Ughh!!!!! I love this so much! Damn Jax and his stubborn ass, cant even listen to poor Bluebell!

LITTLE MISS DAIRY QUEEN

Chapter Two; ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs, ɴᴇᴡ sᴄᴀʀᴇs.

M ♡ A ♡ S ♡ T ♡ E ♡ R ♡ L ♡ I ♡ S ♡ T

Jax Teller had always been a man of flesh and instinct, the heat of the moment driving him more often than reason ever could. But standing there, leaning against his bike in the thick of the fairground chaos, he felt something raw, something primitive, something that clawed its way up his spine and seared through his chest. It wasn’t just love. Love was too tame a word for what she stirred in him.

Bluebell.

Even her name tasted like honey and wild things, rolling through his head like a prayer he’d forgotten how to say. There she was, moving through the crowd with a beauty so effortless it made him ache. She hadn’t seen him yet, and he was glad for that. Her presence alone was a torment he wasn’t ready to face, not after all these years.

Jax’s eyes devoured her, unapologetic, tracing the lines of her as though they were scripture etched into the fragile skin of his past. Her hair was longer now, cascading in dark waves down her back, catching the sunlight in a way that made him wonder how something so ordinary could look like starlight. She hadn’t changed much, not really, but there was a weight to her now, a quiet gravity in the way she moved, as though the world had worn her down but couldn’t dim her light.

And God, how she looked at those boys. Those boys. He watched her crouch down, her voice low, soft, as the younger one pointed at a bike nearby. Jax couldn’t hear what she said, but her tone carried on the breeze, warm and steady, as if it were meant to soothe the chaos that lived in the air between them.

That boy, with his blue eyes—his eyes. Jax clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, the weight of it all crashing over him like a tide. The older one stood a little further back, lanky and observant, throwing glances over his shoulder like he was guarding her. That boy’s jawline was a line Jax had seen in the mirror his whole life. It wasn’t just the resemblance; it was the way they stood, the way they moved. There was no mistaking it.

Those boys were his.

The thought staggered him. He had to grip the handlebars of his bike to keep from stumbling under the weight of it. His sons. He wanted to call out to them, to her, to demand the answers that were gnawing at his gut. But he stood there, paralyzed, as the years that had passed slammed into him all at once.

Bluebell turned, her gaze sweeping the crowd, and then it happened—their eyes met.

It was as if the universe had collapsed into that single moment. Her face, once so familiar it was burned into his soul, hit him like a fist. He saw the shock ripple through her, saw the way her lips parted like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. And all he could do was stand there and drown in her.

He remembered the taste of her skin, the sound of her laughter, the way her body had fit against his like it had been made for him and him alone. Memories clawed at him, pulling him under, and the ache that followed wasn’t just longing. It was grief. Grief for the years they’d lost, for the nights he’d spent staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was still alive, if she’d moved on, if she’d hated him as much as he hated himself.

But now, here she was, flesh and bone, and all Jax could feel was that old hunger. It wasn’t just desire. It was a pull, a gravitational force that yanked him toward her no matter how much he tried to resist. He had never stopped loving her. Not once, not for a second.

She broke the spell first, turning away, her hand resting on the boy’s shoulder like it was the only thing tethering her to the earth. Jax watched her retreat, his chest tight, his throat dry. He wanted to run after her, to grab her, to kiss her until the years between them dissolved into nothing. But he stayed where he was, rooted to the spot, helpless as she disappeared into the crowd.

And still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Bluebell. His Bluebell. She wasn’t just a woman from his past. She was the woman, the one who had torn open his chest and left his heart beating in her hands. And now that he’d seen her again, now that he’d felt the pull of her presence, he knew there was no going back.

Tara stood in the crowded room, her eyes scanning the people around her, the usual hum of conversation washing over her. But then, her gaze caught Jax. He was standing a few paces away, his eyes locked on someone across the room.

A woman. Tara's heart twisted in a mix of jealousy and suspicion, but before she could fully process the emotion, Gemma stepped up beside her, leaning in with a knowing smirk.

“You see that too, huh?” Gemma's voice was low, her eyes flickering toward Jax, then narrowing at the woman he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of.

Tara followed Gemma’s gaze. She didn’t recognize the woman at first, but something about her seemed... familiar. The woman stood with a boy, her posture protective, almost defensive. Tara’s eyes flitted back to Jax. His expression was a storm of raw emotion—longing, regret, hunger.

“That’s Bluebell,” Gemma said, her tone laced with something darker, something Tara couldn’t quite place.

Tara’s stomach dropped. She remembered the stories Jax had told her about his past, about the love he’d lost, about the pain that had haunted him for years. But she hadn't known about this woman. Not in detail.

Gemma’s gaze shifted to Tara, and her smile was cold. “You don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. She’s the one Jax chose to leave behind, the one he couldn’t save. You should thank your lucky stars she doesn’t remember what we did to her.”

Tara's blood ran cold at Gemma's words, and her eyes snapped back to Jax, still staring at Bluebell like he was seeing a ghost.

Tara's heart pounded in her chest. She felt a surge of protectiveness for herself, but also something else—something darker, something that made her wonder how far Jax had gone to protect Bluebell from Gemma and Clay's wrath. She stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with accusation. "What did you do to her, Gemma?"

Gemma's gaze flickered with something close to amusement. "Nothing that hasn’t been paid for."

Tara's hand tightened into a fist at her side as she watched Jax, his gaze unwavering, his body tense with something more than just the shock of seeing Bluebell again. She felt it—the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, like he was holding on to something inside him, something he couldn’t let go. And the woman—the woman he couldn’t take his eyes off of—stood there, oblivious to the storm she had unleashed in him.

Gemma’s words kept ringing in Tara’s ears. "She’s the one Jax chose to leave behind, the one he couldn’t save." The image of Bluebell, standing there with that boy, her presence like a pull on Jax that Tara could almost feel from where she stood, made the pit of Tara’s stomach churn.

Jealousy, hot and ugly, surged through her veins. This woman—this ghost from Jax’s past—had a hold on him, one Tara could see clear as day. And the fact that Jax hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked away from her for even a second, made Tara’s breath hitch. There was something there—something in the way Jax’s eyes softened when he looked at Bluebell. It wasn’t just a passing recognition. It was longing.

Tara's thoughts twisted. Was she really going to stand here and watch him fall back into the past? To give up everything they had—everything they’d fought for—because of some unfinished love story she couldn’t even compete with?

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. No. Not like this. Not again. Tara's protective instincts flared. She wasn’t about to lose him to some woman who had already torn him apart once before. The fact that Bluebell had the audacity to show up, to waltz into his life like nothing had changed, made Tara’s blood boil.

"I don’t like this," she muttered, barely able to keep the edge out of her voice.

Gemma noticed her discomfort, a sly smile curling on her lips. “You can’t stop it, sweetheart. You think you can just erase everything Jax feels for her?”

Tara shot Gemma a glare, but her eyes stayed locked on Jax. She could feel herself slipping—could feel the jealousy seeping into her bones, making her want to lash out, to scream, to make him see her. But she wasn’t like Gemma. She wasn’t going to make a scene.

Instead, Tara made a decision. She took a slow step forward, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on Jax. No more watching him drown in this mess.

With each step she took, the distance between her and Jax seemed to grow. She was fighting for his attention, fighting for him to see her. And with every inch she moved, she felt herself dig in deeper. This wasn’t just about jealousy anymore. It was about claiming what was hers.

Tara’s voice was tight when she finally spoke, the jealousy choking her words. “Jax.” She said his name firmly, a command, not a plea. He still didn’t look at her, but she didn’t care. She moved closer, stepping in front of him, blocking his line of sight to Bluebell. “It’s over. You have to let her go.”

Her chest tightened at the thought of Jax’s past and the depth of what he might feel for Bluebell, but this—this—was now her fight. And she’d be damned if she let him slip away from her because of a woman who’d hurt him so badly.

Jax’s eyes flickered up to her for the first time, a trace of guilt in them, and Tara’s heart nearly broke. But she held her ground, determined to shield him, even if it meant becoming the villain in this twisted love triangle.

Jax’s eyes stayed locked on Bluebell, unable to tear himself away. The sight of her, standing there, laughing with someone else, the same way she had once laughed with him, twisted something deep inside him. It was as if the years apart had never happened, as if the distance between them hadn’t been filled with pain and regrets. The ache was raw, overwhelming, and all he could think about was getting closer, just to hear her voice again.

But it wasn’t just her he was watching. It was the man beside her, that unfamiliar face. The guy had his arm around her casually, like they were something more than just strangers, and Jax could feel a pang of jealousy clawing at his chest. He didn’t know who this man was, but the way he leaned into her, the way their chemistry seemed effortless—it rattled him.

The man, tall and confident with dark hair and a slight southern drawl, noticed Jax’s stare. He looked at him like he was sizing him up, but there was no recognition in his eyes, just curiosity.

Emmett, as Jax would later learn, smiled politely but distantly, oblivious to the tension that was already building in Jax’s gut.

“Hey there, you look lost,” Emmett remarked, clearly trying to be friendly, but there was an undertone of territoriality in his voice that Jax didn’t miss.

Jax didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were still on Bluebell, but something in the way Emmett spoke made him snap out of the trance.

“Name’s Emmett Silverstone,” the man added with a grin, not realizing that his friendly overture was being met with cold silence. “And you are?”

“Jax,” he muttered, not caring to elaborate. His attention had already drifted back to Bluebell, the pull of her presence more powerful than any introduction.

Emmett, seeing the direction of Jax’s gaze, glanced back at Bluebell, who was now looking up at the two men, her expression unreadable. Jax’s heart skipped a beat, hoping—fearing—she would look at him the way she once had.

But instead, she simply smiled softly, her lips pressing together as if she was weighing her words. Then, finally, her eyes met Jax’s.

“Jax…” Her voice was the same, that soft, melodic sound he’d missed more than he could bear. But it wasn’t a greeting. It wasn’t a reunion. It was just his name, spoken with a distance between them that made his stomach twist.

Before he could say anything, Emmett was stepping in, completely unaware of the history between Jax and Bluebell. “She’s not alone, friend,” Emmett said with a polite smile. “You should’ve been around sooner if you wanted to claim her attention.”

Jax felt a flare of anger, but it wasn’t directed at Emmett. No, it was at himself, for not being there, for letting things fall apart between them.

Bluebell shifted slightly, as if uncertain, then gave Jax a quiet look that said everything without saying anything at all. It was a look that broke his heart, but it also pushed him away, reminding him of all the things that had torn them apart in the first place.

“I’ll talk to you,” Bluebell said finally, turning her back to Emmett and stepping a few paces away. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “But not here. Not in front of him. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Jax’s pulse quickened. He couldn’t believe it. She was giving him the chance to speak with her, after all this time. He followed her without a second thought, eager to bridge the gap between them, but terrified of what might happen when they finally spoke.

As they walked away, Emmett watched them for a moment, his expression unreadable. He didn’t know the history, didn’t know what this was about, and it didn’t seem to bother him. He was still beside Bluebell, ready to step in at a moment’s notice if the situation took a wrong turn.

But Jax didn’t care about Emmett. All that mattered now was the distance between him and Bluebell, the chance to finally speak to her in private, away from the noise, the confusion, and the years that had been lost.

They stepped into a quieter space, a small alcove just beyond the crowd. Bluebell turned to face him, her posture tense, but her eyes searching his face, as if trying to read him.

Jax’s boots struck the ground as he moved toward her, each step heavy with the weight of his resolve. His jaw was clenched tight, the tension in his shoulders radiating as he stopped just inches from Bluebell, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that matched the storm inside him.

"Are they mine, Bluebell?" The question came out sharper than he intended, his voice rough with a mix of longing and anger. He didn’t care about anything else in that moment—only that truth, that connection to the life he’d been kept from.

Bluebell’s face tightened, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer, and for a moment, Jax’s chest tightened with the weight of the silence between them.

Finally, she nodded, once, her voice quiet but firm. "Yeah. They’re yours. Always have been."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. The kids, his flesh and blood. For a second, it felt like the ground beneath him shifted, like everything he’d been living for, all the mistakes, all the years of loss, suddenly mattered in a way he hadn’t expected. But before he could let himself feel that, Bluebell’s voice cut through the haze.

"You can’t be around them, Jax," she said, her eyes hardening with an unspoken conviction. "Not if Gemma and the club are involved. It’s too dangerous for them. Too dangerous for you."

Jax’s chest tightened, and his hand twitched at his side, itching to grab her, to make her see reason. He stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke. "You think I’m just gonna walk away from them? From my kids? No. I’m their father. I’ll be around whether you like it or not."

Bluebell’s eyes flickered with frustration, but she held her ground. "You don’t get it, Jax. The club—the life you’re still in—it’s a liability. It’s dangerous for them. For everyone involved." She shook her head. "I won’t let them get caught in the middle of that."

Jax’s hands balled into fists at his sides. The words, her words, stung in a way he hadn’t expected. "So that’s it? You’re just gonna keep me away from them because of the club? Because of what I’ve done? What she’s done?" His voice was thick with pain and anger. "You really think I’d let anything happen to them? That I’d let them suffer for the mistakes I’ve made? Damn it, Bluebell, I’ve changed. I can change. I will change."

But Bluebell shook her head again, her face softening, but her resolve unwavering. "I don’t care if you’ve changed, Jax. I don’t care what you say. What I care about is keeping them alive. Keeping them out of the kind of world that gets people killed. You’ve already seen it—hell, you’ve lived it. But it’s not just your life on the line anymore. It’s theirs."

Jax stood there, torn between his love for her and his children, and the reality of the life he couldn’t seem to shake. "So what, then? You’re just gonna keep them from me? Forever?"

Bluebell’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she held her ground. "I’m doing what I have to do to protect them, Jax. I’m doing what I’ve always done. If you want to be a part of their lives, if you want to be their father, then you have to let go of the club. Let go of that life. I can’t live in a world where they’re caught in the crossfire of it all. You understand that, don’t you?"

Jax’s chest tightened, and the frustration, the anger, the love—it all collided inside him, a storm of emotions he couldn’t contain. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You don’t get it, Bluebell," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I can’t just walk away from it. I can’t."

Bluebell sighed deeply, her voice breaking. "Then you’ll lose them, Jax. Because I can’t have you near them if you’re still in that world."

The weight of her words settled on him like a lead blanket. She was right, and they both knew it. But as much as he hated it, he also knew that she would never let him back into their lives if the club was still a part of him.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was deafening. Finally, Jax exhaled slowly, the fight draining from his body.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do, Bluebell?" he whispered, his voice filled with pain. "What do I do now?"

She looked at him with something close to sympathy but a certainty that told him this wasn’t up for debate. "You make your choice, Jax. You choose them… or you choose the club. And if you choose the club, then you’ll have to stay away. It’s that simple."

Jax stood there, the weight of her decision crashing down on him. His heart ached for the family he could have had, the life he could have built with her and their kids. But as much as he loved them, as much as he wanted to be there for them, he knew there were some things he couldn’t leave behind.

The anger building inside him like a fire that couldn’t be contained. "I am their father, Bluebell. And I’m not asking for permission." His voice was low but filled with the kind of certainty that only came from a man who knew exactly what he wanted. "You don’t get to make that choice for me. I’m in their lives. I’m not walking away."

Bluebell’s face softened for a moment, but the worry in her eyes remained. "Jax, you don’t understand—"

"No," he interrupted, taking another step toward her, his voice rising now. "You don’t understand. I’m not leaving them. I’m not gonna let them grow up without knowing who their father is. You think I’ve spent all these years feeling this ache in my chest for nothing? I’ll fight for them, for us, no matter what the hell it takes."

Her breath hitched as she stepped back, her eyes narrowing. "You can’t keep putting them in danger because of your stubbornness. The life you’re living—it’s not just your own anymore. There’s too much at risk."

Jax shook his head, frustration building with every word she spoke. "I’m not backing down, Bluebell. You think I’m just gonna sit by while you keep them from me? You think that’s what I’m gonna do? No." He stepped closer, his tone harder, more forceful. "You don’t have a choice. I’ll be there for them, for you, even if you fight me every step of the way."

Bluebell’s voice cracked, but her resolve didn’t waver. "Jax, if you bring the club into this—if you bring Gemma into their lives, I’ll never let you see them again. I can’t let them live in that world."

Jax took a deep breath, his chest tightening as the weight of