The kids Are alright. Or so she told herself. How could she proceed with life if she didn't tell herself a little white lie? Months went by since Jessica left Charming and Mayhem shook the town and the other nearby ones. Months went by since Jax was in prison and a visit here and there allowed for the pink hair to keep tabs on him. /he/ was the only one she was sure of his whereabouts. She knew where he was at least... she could visit him. When she could.
For a couple months, Jax was at med bay. His future was not certain. He could have died because so many people wanted him dead... starting with the CO. The director of the prison or even the nurses. Some did hate Teller Son because his gang... his dad's gang hurt people they knew, cared for, loved even. Others hated him because they perceived him as vermin, as someone who had it easy, an outcast who didn't deserve to live. Others were scared of him. They knew how savage he was when angry, how vindictive as well.... they had reasons to believe he would come after them should he survive prison.
The kids are alright. But were they? Abel and Thomas were used to not having their dad for a while but Ava wasn't and because she was smart she realized the truth and felt betrayed. Her smiles weren't the same anymore. Her eyes had lost her precious innocence. She saw the reality of her dad's life and had frequent nightmares about him being killed. Her mother wasn't around so she was quickly thinking of the worst. What if mom was like dad? What if she lied too? Asma wanted to be honest with the little girl but it wasn't her place, to tell the truth to her niece. And it was excruciatingly painful to keep the truth from this angel.
But the truth? What was the truth? Asma knew "a" truth. What Jessica used to do before. She had no clues about today. Was she a mercenary? Was she something else? Something more? She was in the dark and it made her uncomfortable. She needed answers. The pink-haired inker knew she would never get them from Opie, Jax or even Jessica. She was too scared to ask the devil... Asma knew she would never know and frustration crossed her face and twisted it, much to Jax dismay.
"How are the kids?" -he asked again while she tapped her fingers on the heavy black wooden table-
"The kids are alright. They are all waiting for your return and Jessica's" -her voice died at the back of her throat-
"Asma?..."
"Blondie.... how---how are you holding up?" -She tucked some hair behind her ear and flashed a crooked smile.- "do you get your muscles back? You were awfully slim last time I saw you."
"I'm good. Tell Jess I'm getting my good looks back. She'll faint when she sees me." -always the cocky smile. His trademark.-
"Good. I will..." she looked down and tucked some air behind her ear again. "Jax...." words escaped her mouth faster than she Intended to. "Nevermind...." she tweaked her brows and sighed deeply.
"Spit it out Azz... what's wrong?" Jax tried to keep his strong face. He knew damn well what was wrong. He was locked up, away from his family and unable to help. His main concern was about survival and that was it. Make sure he would wake up and sleep safely at night. He knew the whole situation was taking its toll on the pink head but there was nothing more he could do but make her talk.
"I'm okay. I'll soldier on." She rubbed her neck and closed her eyes. "I just.... really miss you guys that's all."
"I know." Jax wanted to cover her hand with his or hold onto her shoulder. He wanted to say that she would be alright and he would be alright but the truth was... he had no idea. The prison was a jungle and parkour he had to do every morning. "I miss home too." He said, his blue eyes filled themselves with unshed tears.
"A fresh bed would wait for you and Jess. I'll make sure of that." She nodded and ran her hand through her pink locks. " and the kids..... and me. I'll be waiting for you."
"I know." He gave her his infamous smirk and gently leaned into his chair. "The wait is long. But I will be home. I promise you that." She tilted her head and leaned her cheek against her palm.
"I know...I know. And you will do your best."
She repeated and closed her eyes, a soft smile crept on her lips and she looked up to him. Visits were always difficult but this time things were different. This time she was truly hopeful.
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