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   Jax sighed happily as the gates opened, releasing himself and his brothers after what felt like eternity in Stockton. Two infirmary visits, three broken noses, and forty five stitches later, Jax was walking out of the yard with all his body parts intact, and all of his brothers'. Jax squeezed Happy's shoulder, smiling softly. "Freedom."

"I bet Tara missed you... And your boys..."

"Your boys too, Happy. It doesn't matter who got Tara pregnant... Both boys are yours, and mine. She knows that you and me, and her... we're a good thing." Hap smiled and nodded. "I'm going to go and see her first thing, okay? Alone." Happy nodded.
   Tara fell into Jax's arms, giving him a tight hug. "I missed you so much." Jax sighed happily and nuzzled her neck. "I missed you too."

"How's everyone else? Really?" Jax shrugged. "We're all a little torn up." She nodded. He sighed again, pulling her into another hug. "Come to bed with me?" He whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. Tara tucked her lips between her teeth. "Yes, but I need to talk to you first... About Happy." Jax gave her a look, the corners of his mouth tucking inward in his trademark expression of concern. "What about him?" She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She sat, patting the bed next to her. Jax sat down, pulling his legs into a crossed pattern in front of him. Tara paused for a moment, then began. "I've been thinking a lot about you and Happy and me... How it works, how... We will make it work." Jax grunted. "I thought we had this figured out?" She raised her hand. "We do. I'm not saying it won't work... But... If he is Thomas' father... Even if he isn't. I want him to move in with us.” Jax pulled his head back, surprised. “Excuse me?” She nodded. “I've thought about it. He lives with his Aunt for Christssake. That's no place for a grown man to live. I want him with us. Our house is big enough, the extra income would help so much, and Abel and Thomas could really get to know him... Okay?” Jax grinned and nodded. “I love that idea. Thank you, Tara... I'll tell him tomorrow, first thing, okay?” She nodded slowly. “Not tonight?”

“I just got out of prison, baby... I want some loving.” He smirked a little, biting on his bottom lip.
   “Hap, we need to talk.” Happy looked up from his cell. “What?”

“Tara brought up something last night that I need to bounce off you, okay?”

“Sure, what?”

“I'd rather us both tell you... Follow me to my place?” Hap nodded and straddled his bike, following Jax down the road.

   They entered the house and Tara was feeding Thomas. She looked up and grinned at Happy and Jax. “Hey guys.” They both leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Hey.” Jax took a seat next to her, and Hap took one across from them. “So what's going on?” He asked. Tara smiled softly and looked at Jax. “We decided... With you being so close to us... We should... Maybe have you move in.” Happy's eyes widened and he began to smile, just a bit. “Really?”

“Yes... We could use help with the boys... And it's always great when you come over... Will you consider it?”

“Consider it done! Of course I will!” He said, jumping to his feet in surprise. Jax laughed a little, taking Tara's hand. They began to chat about where Happy could fit his things when Jax suddenly stood. "Be right back." He trotted off into the bedroom. When he entered he had his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. He stood in front of the couch, looking at his partners. "I was going to wait on this, until we all sort of settled into this and discussed... But... Well.." He sighed softly and sat down, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He took Tara's hand and gently held out a ring. "I wanna get married." He said softly. Tara's eyes widened. She looked up at him quickly. "Are you serious?" He nodded, his smile widening. She took the ring gently and took a deep breath. "Yes. I mean, yes, of course! But..." She looked up at Happy, who had a slightly shocked, slightly hurt expression on his face. Jax looked at him and smiled softly. "This proposal isn't just for Tara. I know we can't legally marry..." He set a small stack of twenties in front of Happy. "But we can be engaged. We can use that to get ink. Club can't say shit if it's something simple, they probably wouldn't even notice... I'd like us to get engaged..." He smiled softly, almost shyly. Happy let a grin spread on his face. He rose and pulled Jax up, into a deep kiss. Tara rose and wrapped her arms around Jax's back, resting her head gently on his shoulder. He raised an arm, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders.

   A knock sounded at the door, and Gemma popped in before Jax and Happy had barely had a chance to pull apart. She stopped dead, looking at them with shock evident on her face. "What is this?" She asked. Jax stepped away from his two lovers and scooped up Abel. He kissed his head. "Go play with Uncle Hap, okay? Gramma and I need to have a grown up talk."

"Okay Daddy." Abel said. Hap gave Jax a concerned look but he nodded, squeezing his shoulder. Hap walked away, nodding contentedly to a babbling Abel. Gemma entered the house fully and shut the door. "What happened to you keeping your fuck buddy away from your family?" Jax shrugged. "Coffee, Mom?"

"Jackson! What is he doing here?!" Jax sighed and turned on her. "Stop yelling. You need to show some respect, Gemma."

"To who?!"

"Me!" Gemma froze, an expression like she'd been slapped. "You need to respect me! And my choices! For your nosy fucking information, the three of us needed to fucking figure this shit out!" Gemma pulled her head back, scowling. "And what did you figure out?"

"Like you fucking care. If it's not the answer you want, you don't give a shit."

"Jax, don't be like that."

"Why?! It's fucking true, Mom! We figured out that this works. If you really fucking care. We figured out that we fucking love each other. We like fucking together, we like talking, we like each other! And that's how it's going to work, Goddamnit!" He snarled. "Happy is moving in with me. We're going to twist it like he's another set of hands for Tara. Only the club, and you, will know the truth. We're all together. The three of us." Gemma stood stock still, staring from Jax to Tara and back. Happy walked quietly into the kitchen. "I think I should go." He said softly. "No, you won't." Jax said. He looked at Happy. "You're a part of my family, Hap. And you're always welcome." Happy smiled softly. Gemma took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Jackson..."

"No, Mom. Unless you're going to apologize to me, my old lady, and my old man, and say that you're going to accept us for what we are, then you don't say a fucking word." Gemma gaped, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I'll see you at TM." She said, shooting a glare at Happy before turning and storming out.
   "Why the fuck did you vote yes to cartel business, Jax?" Happy almost whispered. They were sitting on their bikes in front of Jax's house, smoking before they went in to see Tara. "If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it quiet?" Happy scowled but nodded. Jax sighed. "I want out. And that's my ticket." He said. "There's more than just me to think about now. I've got Tara, our boys, you... It was bad enough when it was just me, Tara, and Abel... What would happen to her if you and I both got killed?"

"So you sign up with the most dangerous fucking group you can find?"

"Clay promised me. I'm out when he steps down. Which he'll do after this cartel shit. It's short term. Go out with a big payday..." He got quiet. "I'd like you to come with me... But I understand if you can't." Happy tensed a little. "The club is my home, brother.. It's yours too... How can you walk away from that? The idea alone makes me fucking sick." Jax shook his head. "It's hard. I don't want to go... But Tara... She isn't cut out for the life of an old lady." Happy nodded slowly. "Will you two stay here?" Jax shook his head. "Tara wants out. She wants to move. Anywhere but here... Which is another reason I'd like you to come... I won't leave you, Hap, but depending on where we move, I may not be able to see you as much."

"I could go Nomad again." Happy suggested. "Follow you, live with you guys... Would you be able to convince her to live up in the northwest? Not in any specific place, but a little closer to where the Nomads meet?" Jax thought for a second then nodded. "I think we might be able to... I don't think Tara minds as long as it's out of Charming." Happy nodded. Jax smiled and got off his bike, mostly happy that his lover had even considered the move, and not called him a traitor first thing. They strode into the house together, where Tara was sitting on the couch, feeding Abel. She looked up and smiled at both of them. "How was your day?" Jax asked, leaning over to kiss the top of Abel's head before giving her mouth a peck and kissing Thomas' temple. "Pleasantly busy... A good distraction."

"From?" She smiled softly. "Thinking about the insanity of this new situation." Jax glanced back at Happy, who'd crouched down and was playing with Abel. "Is it okay?" He sat next to her. She nodded. "It's amazing. It's just not what I ever expected in life... And it'll take some getting used to." Jax nodded. "So, Hap and I are going to go get his things tomorrow when we have a free minute. Things were crazy today."

"You're not risking your parole are you?" She asked, looking from Jax to Hap. They shared a knowing smile and Hap shook his head. "Of course not. We're being good boys." His grin widened devilishly, and Tara smirked, giving them a knowing look. "Already, guys?" Happy shrugged. "Part of the life, isn't it?" He asked. Tara sighed, pulling Thomas a little closer worriedly. "Did Gemma say anything today?" Tara asked, a little concerned. "No, we definitely got glared at all day though... I wish she'd just fucking deal with it." Jax growled. Abel looked up at his tone and grimaced. Jax smiled at him. "You have a fun day, kiddo?" Jax nodded, looking back down to the blocks he and Hap were putting together. "Hey, Abel." Tara said softly. Abel glanced up, his father's eyes mirrored in his young face. Tara couldn't help but smile. "Why don't you ask Uncle Hap to give you a bath tonight, huh? You wanted to." Abel beamed and looked at Happy. "Bath? Pleeeease?" He put his small hands together under his chin. Happy couldn't help but grin. "Of course. Let's go pick out your pjs first." He rose and scooped up the giggling blonde boy. He leaned over and pecked Tara's lips, then Jax's before walking off.

   Tara looked at Jax. "We're going to have a problem."

"Hm?" Jax asked, looking at her. "Abel is a smart boy. He's going to start to notice that Happy shares in our intimacy... Sleeps with us, kisses us..." Jax nodded slowly. "I agree... What should we do?"

"There's only so long that 'Uncle' will last..."

"Then he becomes Papa Happy. Or Daddy." He shrugged. Tara furrowed her brow. "Clay and Gemma will throw a shit fit."

"Then they can fuck off." Jax shot back. "This is our family, Tara. We choose to handle it however the fuck we want to. I know I love you, and I love him. Abel adores Hap. If he wants to be Abel's other father, than he is more than fucking welcome to." Tara smiled softly, setting Thomas in his car seat. She leaned over and kissed Jax deeply, burying her hands in his soft hair. Jax kissed back with need, slowly pushing her down onto the couch. He slid his hand up her shirt, brushing her soft flesh. She pulled away gently, gazing up at him. "Will we still be able to have alone time? Just us two? Now that Hap is moving in?" Jax nodded. "Of course. Just like Hap and me will have alone time, and if you want, I'm sure Happy would be pleased to spend time with you as well." She flushed. "Let's put Thomas to bed, yeah?"

"I'll get him." Jax rose, giving her another peck. He scooped Thomas out of his car seat, snuggling him to his chest. He stuck his head in the bathroom, smiling softly at Happy, sitting on the floor, squirting Abel with a water toy. Abel was giggling and splashing, flipping water in Hap's face. "Don't mess up the floor too bad." Jax warned softly. "Tara will murder you." Hap turned back and smiled. "I'll clean it up." He nodded. "Wanna put Abel to bed after his bath? Tara and I are going to lay down." Hap nodded, gasping as Abel splashed him with a glop of water. Jax chuckled and ducked out of the bathroom, heading to his younger son's room.

   Jax slipped under the covers, Tara snuggled under their comforter in her bra and panties. He pulled off his shirt and pulled her close to him. "Can I ask a personal question?" Jax shrugged and nodded. "Of course."

"Do you really enjoy what you and Hap have? With how rough he is... You nearly cry when he let's loose on you." Jax chuckled. "I really do love it... It was nothing but pleasure. Hap hurts me, yeah, and when you're watching, he never goes as rough as he could, but I like the hurt... He gives that dominance that makes me want to cry, but I can still cum, it still feels great." She nodded slowly. "He's been more rough?" Jax laughed. "Yes. He's been rougher, he's been fucking abusive... But it's good. Everything he does, I want. If I don't, I say no." She nodded again. "He really wasn't joking when he said he was well endowed."

"Nope... He's a bit of a fucking beast..."

"How does he not rip you open? I mean..." She flushed. "I'm not inexperienced... And he nearly hurts me."

"He can be gentle. Our first time, I almost couldn't do it. I almost had to stop him." He shrugged. "But he was gentle... He makes sure I'm okay when I seem like I'm not."

"That's important..." Tara said distantly. "Do you think... I could... Try it that way?"

"What way?"

"You know..." She brushed her hair back from her face and looked at something nonexistent in the corner of the room. "Anal." Jax shrugged. "It's up to you. If you want to, I'm sure we can figure something out." He grinned knowingly.

   Hap entered the room, pulling off his wet shirt. "Abel's down for the night. Fresh and clean."

"Thank you, Hap." Tara said. He grunted a reply and crawled into the bed next to Jax. Tara looked over at him. "Happy, I have a question." He looked over at her, his eyebrows raised in question. "What's your real name?" Jax furrowed his brows. "Y'know, that's a really good question... I never thought of that." Hap shook his head. "And forget about it. No one knows my given name."

"Oh come on, we're fucking each other for christsake." Jax said with a laugh. Hap shook his head. "Hap . Happy Lowman. That's it."

"Hap, I will have Juice pull your files from the database, I swear I will." Happy grimaced. "Harold." He mumbled, barely audible. Tara covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Really?" She asked in disbelief. "Yes, really."

"Harold "Happy" Lowman? As in Death of a Salesman?" Happy flushed up to his ears. "My mother was a bit of an eccentric when she was well. Was her favorite play... Always thought Happy needed a hug." He snorted and shook his head, lighting a cigarette. "I thought they called you Hap because of the assassin job." He brushed Hap's smiley face tattoos. "The name came around before the job. I just rolled with it." The men shared a laugh. Hap glanced over at Tara and furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Assassin?" He shrugged. "It's what most of the guys would call me. I'll do a lot that they won't..."

"How do you do it?" She asked, appalled. Hap shrugged. "Know what they say.. Never fuck with a guy that can take a big dick up his ass." Jax and Tara both began laughing, surprised by the bluntness of their lover. Hap's brow furrowed. "What?"

"I have actually never heard that before." Jax said matter-of-factly. Hap chuckled. "Guess not. But no. I think I just have a stronger stomach."

"Or a more twisted sense of humor." Jax grumbled with a grin. "Listen... That name. It never fucking leaves this room, okay?" Hap asked. "Why not?" Jax replied, his grin widening. He earned a smack upside the head. "Promise me."

"I promise." He said with a grunt, rubbing his head. Tara nodded. "Yeah, no, no one knows."
   The next morning, Jax stumbled into the kitchen before either of the others. He prepared coffee for them, hoisting himself onto the counter to smoke his morning cigarette. A knock came at the door. "When Jax went to answer it, Opie was standing there, looking decidedly battle worn. "Hey brother."

"Hey! Whatcha doing here so early?" Jax asked, stepping aside to let him in. He entered and stalked through the house, making himself a cup of coffee. He took a cigarette from Jax's pack. "I wanted to talk to you about Happy and you and Tara." Jax sat across from him at the table. "What's up?"

"Will it work? I mean, I know how Tara is... And I know how you are... She wants you all to herself, and you... You're dominant... Is Hap really best for you? I know this comes late, but when you guys were up in Stockton I really got to thinking about it." Jax chuckled. "Did Gemma put you up to this? Or Clay?" Opie shook his head. "Neither... I don't want you to get hurt. Or Tara for that matter... And what about your boys? How are you going to explain this crazy shit to them when they're old enough to realize their father is banging not only their mom, but their uncle?" Jax shook his head, lifting his hand. "Stop." Opie's brow furrowed but he silenced himself. "I've thought about all of this too, Opie. It's my life, and my relationships, I've thought about it a fuck of a lot more than you, I assure you..." He sighed. "Things have changed a little... We're not telling anyone, I don't want this getting back to Clay, do you understand?" Opie gave a nod, sipping his coffee. Jax nodded as well. "Tara asked me, before anything went down, before Abel got abducted... If she could have some way to understand our relationship." He put out his cigarette and lit another. "She wanted to watch us."

"What?"

"Watch us fuck.. See if she could understand it better, I guess... Only things changed, and she ended up fucking us... Me and Hap."

"Jesus!"

"Quiet, you're gonna wake up the whole fucking house, Op." Jax snarled. His best friend sighed. "She had a threesome with you two? For fuck's sake, Jax." Jax shrugged. "She loved it. And she gets it now... Moreover, she likes Hap, a lot. He might be into guys, but he knows how to fuck a woman... She wants him to move in with us. The three of us. In a relationship. We've been fucking since a few months before Abel's abduction... But... We finalized it, with an engagement.. Tara and me, me and Hap... Last night."

"But you... You're so dominant."

"Not with Hap."

"That's the problem!" Jax shook his head. "It's really hard to explain. With Happy, I... I enjoy letting him take the reins. If he wants to fuck the shit out of me and bruise me from head to toe, that's okay... If he wants to be slow and gentle, that's okay... I'm so caught up in being in control with every fucking thing I go through in day to day life... It's nice to just let it go and let someone tell me what to do..." Jax sighed. "I feel safe with him, Op." Opie shook his head, still confused. "What about your boys?"

"He's still Uncle Hap to them right now... Will be until further notice... If Abel asks... Then we're gonna tell him. He'll know it has to be a secret... But I won't hide it from him. He's my son. Thomas the same."

"That's gonna piss Clay off."

"Then Clay can vote on it again. Bring it to the fucking table. It's my goddamn family, Opie. It's not the club, it's not Clay. I'm not even his fucking blood, so he can't be ashamed of having a faggot son. My life, my family, my fucking rules. Tara agrees and so does Happy." Opie sighed softly but nodded. "Are you sure this is what you want, brother?" Jax nodded slowly. "More sure than I've ever been before." Opie reached over and grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it. "I am happy for you, Jax." The blonde smiled. "Thank you." Opie paused then. “Wait... If you two have been fucking her that long... Is Thomas yours?” Jax gave a small smirk and shrugged. “He's ours... Tara doesn't know... And we won't get a paternity test. He's our boy. Just like Abel.”

“That's fucking crazy.” Jax chuckled. “It makes it easier... Knowing he could easily be Hap's. It makes Thomas that much more special.”

"But, Jax... You know as well as I do that things can go wrong with that... What about your heart defect?"

"Thomas wasn't born with it."

"Even more reason to get a paternity test! What if Hap's family is prone to asthma, or cancer, or worse? You need to know his background to protect Thomas from it.." Jax scowled, having never thought of that. "I'm sure it'd show up--"

"Don't be stupid, brother." Opie snarled. "I don't care if you want to have a fucking relationship with twenty five people, at least know who the father of your son is... For his fucking sake... What will you do if he and Abel ask? Huh? Say that you don't know? That'll cause more probelms than good down the line, Jax." Jax scowled, chewing his lip as he thought about it. "I guess you have a point..." Opie nodded.

   Before he could say anything else, Happy padded into the kitchen in his boxers, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He froze when he saw Opie sitting across from Jax. Opie smiled. "Morning... Coming into the clubhouse today?" Hap grunted and looked to Jax, who nodded. "I told him." Hap nodded, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Yeah, I'll be there for a little while. I gotta go to my aunts and start moving my shit though." He nodded. "Need help? You guys can use my truck if you want, and I'm sure I can pull a few of the guys to help. How much stuff do you have to move?"

"Most if it is going to the Salvation Army, bed and stuff like that, but quite a a bit. That'd help a lot though, thank you." Opie nodded. "Anything to help a friend." Happy smiled, just slightly, and took a seat next to Jax at the table. "Help? Or guilt." Opie's face contorted into a slight snarl and Jax raised a hand. "Stop. What's done is done, Hap. He apologized, and it all worked out. Almost everyone is on our side in this anyways, isn't that right, Op?" Opie nodded. "You only had three nay votes, and two of those were the old guys." Hap chuckled. "Sour pricks." Opie chuckled. "That's your future father-in-law, Hap, and my dad." Happy shook his head. "That prude is no father of mine." Jax smiled a little, reaching over and squeezing Hap's knee.
   The three rode up to the Teller Morrow garage at eleven sharp, pulling their bikes in where others already were parked. Chibs stepped out of the garage and raised his hand in salutation. Jax strode up to him and slapped him on the back, lighting up a cigarette. "How're things?"

"Gemma is still pissed off about something... Have a feeling it has to do with you... Wanna enlighten a brother?" Jax chuckled. "Not really."

"And why not?" The blonde shrugged. He watched Hap from the lot, the older man was leaning against his bike, talking with Opie. "It's about us..."

"Aye..."

"Tara..." He sighed. "I haven't been fully honest with you, Chibby... And for that I'm fucking sorry... We didn't want anyone to know, for Tara's sake."

"What is it, Jax." Chibs tone was stern, fatherly. Jax looked at him with a half smile. "Tara is involved with Happy... We've all been together..."

"Fucking hell!"

"Shh!" Jax put up his hand to silence Chibs. "No one knows, Chibs. Fucking... It happened really fast, then Belfast happened, then our jail stay.... There really wasn't any time to process it or... Understand."

"Jesus Christ, and Gemma found out?"

"Yep."

"No wonder she's fucking pissy... Goddamnit, what are you gonna do if Clay finds out?"

"He's going to. Yesterday Tara asked Happy to move in with us." He paused and looked at Chibs solemnly. "Thomas might not be mine."

"Jackie Boy.. Don't tell me..."

"He might be Happy's son... There's a fifty fifty chance." Chibs shook his head in disbelief. "And if he is?"

"Nothing will change. We weren't even going to find out, but Opie.. He found out this morning before you go off your fucking rocker, made me think of the problems that could cause... I'm going to convince Tara to get a paternity test for us." Chibs' lips tightened into a disapproving line. "Are you sure this isn't gonna bite you in the ass, my brother?" Jax smiled distantly. "If it does... It'll be worth it." Chibs shook his head and slapped Jax on the back. "Aye..."
   "Do you wanna go do this thing?" Opie asked, flipping his keys into his palm. Jax nodded, pulling his T/M shirt off. "It's nearly five, we might as well before Clay pulls us into the chapel for something or other... Who's helping?"

"Juicy, Chibs, Tig, and me..." Opie's voice faltered as he eyed Clay striding toward them, his face angry. "Ah shit..."

"You have something to tell me, Jackson?" Clay asked, grabbing Jax's upper arm. Jax yanked his arm free, his face contorting into a snarl. "No. I don't."

"A new fucking roommate, huh?"

"What's it fucking matter?"

"We made rules to this fucking thing! You swore you'd abide by them... Do you feel the need to undermine me at every turn?" He snarled, getting in Jax's face. Jax snarled, losing his temper. "Get out of my fucking face!" He shoved Clay backwards. The older man tripped over his feet, nearly falling, but catching himself on the nearby table. "You fucking shit." Clay snarled. He lunged for Jax. The blonde backed up until his hips bounced against a work table. He caught Clay in a sort of wrestling embrace before Clay shoved him to the ground. A weak circle of their brothers had formed around them, concerned murmurs stretching through the group. Chibs had his arm around the front of Hap's middle, ready to attempt to catch him if he went for the two in the middle fighting. Jax kicked Clay's legs out from under him, hoisting himself up and landing a few punches to Clay's jaw before the bigger man found ground. He shoved Jax back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Jax's posture relaxed, hoping Clay was finished, but his step-father wasn't even close. He caught Jax in a painful shove the moment the blonde had relaxed. He attempted to catch himself, only succeeding in making the corner of the work table punch into his side. The blonde yelped, barely dodging Clay's fist, holding his now aching side. Clay's next punch landed, splitting his lip wide and bloodying his nose. The older man took advantage, another punch bloodying his eyebrow, the next causing a yelp of pain as Clay caught him in the guts.

   Hap tensed, ready to step in, but Clay backed off, his hands up. Jax leaned on the table, panting and glaring at Clay. The older man smirked, just a bit, through his swollen mouth, before turning and stalking off, shoving Hap out of the way.

   Hap looked to Chibs, pain evident in his face. Chibs shook his head. "Best if you don't right now." He said softly. He squeezed Happy's shoulder and took a step toward Jax. The blonde took a seat carefully, lighting a cigarette. His hand snaked under his shirt to hold his sore kidneys. "Want me to patch you up there, Jackie Boy?" Jax grunted and gave a nod, sucking on his cigarette. Hap walked over to him after a moment and gave a weak smile. He took Jax's cigarette and took a drag. "I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"You getting the shit kicked out of you." Jax shrugged and chuckled, taking his cigarette back and wincing as Chibs applied peroxide to his eyebrow. "Long time coming."

   Clay slammed open the door to the clubhouse and grabbed a bottle of beer, slouching onto the barstool. Tig sat next to him. "Feel better?"

"No." Clay rubbed his temples, squeezing his hand in front of him. "This is fucking ridiculous... I don't know how something like this... I don't fucking..." He shook his head, pulling a hand down his weather worn face. "How did this fucking club let something like this pass?" Tig shook his head. "Because it... It really isn't a big deal, Clay."

"How is it not?!" Clay slammed his fist down on the bar. "Because they aren't hurting anyone..."

"They're fucking moving in together! This needs to go back to the table, we need to figure out something to do with these two!"

"What does them moving in together change?"

"We're trying to keep up a fucking front that they're fucking normal!"

"And? Juicy lived with Chibs for nearly two fucking years while he was trying to find a place he could move in to, and no one questioned their sexuality..."

"That's different."

"How? Look, Clay, I'm on your side for every fucking thing you bring to that table, you know that... I'm asking you, as a brother... Let this go. If anyone asks, we just tell them Hap needed to get out of his aunt's house... It's that fucking simple. They had extra room in their place, and Tara wanted a hand with the boys. If you bring this to the table, you will be shut down... I can't vote with you." Clay looked at Tig with more disgust than the man had ever seen his best friend give him. "You're really fucking on his side aren't you?"

"Yes. He and Hap aren't hurting a fucking soul. So what if they're fudge packers... They're brothers, Clay. And they're good men. Jax is your son, for Christssake, and I know you look to Happy for damn near every fucking thing you need done... What does it matter, really? No one here, except you and fucking Piney, give a shit. Most of us just laugh about it." He shrugged, looking at Clay with gentle eyes. "What the fuck do you mean, you just laugh about it?" Tig shrugged again, looking to the wood bar. "It's kinda funny... When you think about it, just taking the shit as it is... Look at those two... I mean... They're two of the most straight motherfuckers you could know, on the outside... The thought of them fucking each other... It's almost comedy... If I had any of our brothers pegged for faggot I would've said Juice." Clay chuckled weakly and shook his head, the humor cutting out immediately after it started. "It's my fucking son... Do you know how that feels? What would his fucking father say?"

"JT would have let it go, I think..." Clay looked at Tig, his eyes dangerous slits. "For the same fucking reason you're not. It's his kid... Doesn't everyone want their kids to be fucking happy? You know I'd do anything for my girls, even if I don't like how their lives are going... I'd give them everything I had, and you know that... If Jax is happy with Hap... Let him be. Be glad for him. Jesus Christ, you don't have to like it to accept your son, and love him." Tig said quietly. Clay's expression turned disgusted and he waved a hand at Tig. "Get out of my face with your acceptance shit. Spew it at a fucking fag rally if you wanna." Tig sighed. "I'm gonna go help the guys move Hap's stuff out of his aunt's place."

"Be back at seven. All of you." Clay looked at Tig. "You know who's side you should be on... Consider that knowledge very fucking hard before coming to that table with a vote." Tig sighed, nodding, and walked away.

   Gemma's arms were crossed as she strode up to Jax, Hap, and Chibs at the table. "Mind telling me what that was about?" Jax shrugged. "Doesn't like picturing his step-kid with a dick up his ass, I suppose." Jax mumbled drolly, butting out his smoke. Gemma's lips tightened to a fine line. "Don't be a smart ass."

"He found out Hap's moving in with me and Tara, okay? He decided he wanted to tell me in the most physical fucking way that he didn't approve."

"Why do you do this to him?"

"I'm not doing a fucking thing to him, Gemma." Jax snapped. "I'm living my life, as I want it lived. What's it fucking matter?"

"Because he's your father!"

"My father would fucking accept my choices! As my mother should be doing!" Jax snarled. "Who the fuck are we hurting?! Name five fucking people we're really truly fucking hurting by being together and I'll leave him, this very fucking second."

"Thomas and Abel for one! What are they going to do when they figure out Daddy is a queer?!"

"They'll learn to live with it! You know Abel loves Happy." Jax crossed his arms. "And the club?"

Chibs stood. "No disrespect, Gemma... But everyone in the club is fine with these two, except Clay, and probably Piney... We don't give a flying fuck where they wanna stick their dicks, as long as they stand true to SAMCRO if something goes down." Gemma glared daggers at Chibs, but he stood his ground. "Your father." She snarled. "Fine, you have one there, I'm really breaking his fucking black heart by sucking dick. Keep going." Jax challenged, standing up. Gemma shook her head. "This is going to backfire, Jax. And you're going to be fighting to even keep your head above water, let alone save your real familly."

"My. Family. Is. Fine." Jax drawled out to her, his heart pounding heavily. The blonde struggled not to shake, but felt a warm love grow in him when Hap slipped a hand nonchalantly under his shirt, resting it in the small of his back. His posture relaxed a little into the hand. "Mom, please. I love you. I just want you to be happy, and accept me."

"I do, Jackson... I'm just scared. For you... For Happy..." She sighed softly, looking into her son's eyes, so much like her first husband's. "I do love you." She reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaning over and pressing one to Happy's. "Please... Just be careful around Clay, okay?" Jax nodded, squeezing her hand. "We'll try."
   Juice hoisted himself onto the tailgate of Opie's truck, pulling off his shirt and wiping his sweating brow with it. "You have a lot of shit, Happy." He said breathlessly. Hap chuckled, out of breath, as he pushed the last of the boxes onto the truck. He leaned next to Juice. "I've had a few years to gather it." Juice looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "How old are you anyways, Hap?" Happy shrugged. "Guess."

"Um... Thirty-nine." Happy chuckled. "Flattering. Try again."

"Forty-two?"

"Warmer..." Juice paused, not sure he wanted to accidentally insult the tough biker. "Fifty?" Hap laughed. "Too old... Do I really look that bad?"

"No!" Juice held up his hands, making Hap chuckle. "I'm forty-six."

"But isn't Jax only..."

"Thirty-three." Juice scowled a little. "Does that ever get hard? The age gap..."

"Not really... There's not much we really have a big gap on, except maybe our choice of television, and even that is a rare fucking discussion." He chuckled, watching Jax across the yard, fighting playfully with Opie. "It's nice sometimes..."

"Just sometimes?" Hap shrugged. "Sometimes he really does show his age, and I want to smack him upside his skull." Juice chuckled. "I understand."

   Tig pulled out a cigarette, planting himself on the grass, his back to the fence. Jax went over to him, out of breath from his wrestle with Opie. "Thanks for helping, Tig... I know you're on Clay's side with this--"

"No, you don't." Jax looked over at him as he sat. "Look, Jax... I may have voted with Clay when this first went to the table... But I can't say I did it without worry... I don't think there's a problem with you two." Jax smiled softly. "Thank you, Tig." Tig shook his head. "Can I ask a question?"

"I don't know if I'll answer it."

"Does Tara really... Like that?" Jax chuckled. "Yes. It surprised me too, believe me... But she fucking loves having sex with both of us..."

"Does she like to watch." Jax smirked, looking over at Tig. "Oh yeah... She gets off watching me in pain." Tig tried to keep a straight face, but ended up chuckling. "Think that might mean something?" Jax shrugged, pushing out his bottom lip a little. "Couldn't tell you. Like what?"

"I dunno... Maybe she wants to hurt you?" Jax laughed. "She doesn't have it in her... But I could see that. She always asks Hap to take me hard... Never seems interested when I'm taking him." He shrugged and lit up his own cigarette. Tig chuckled. "You take him often?"

"When he wants it."

"Sounds kinda... One sided." Tig guessed. "It is." Jax replied, watching Hap from across the yard. "But I like it that way... His control feels so fucking nice... Just being able to let someone push me around without worrying about who's gonna fucking call me out on it... Being kinda... Submissive..."

"Submissive, huh? You three into BDSM?" Jax chuckled, his cheeks flushing a little. "No, Tig. Not what you're thinking, you sick fuck."

"What?! I'm just asking, a little spanking, some chains... leather... I mean, we are bikers." Jax shook his head. "Our cuts stay out of the bedroom thank you very much... And no. No chains."

"Come on, a little spanking?" Jax looked over at him, his brow furrowed. "Why are you so fucking interested in my gay sex life?" Tig shrugged innocently. "Just curious." Jax sighed. "Fucking freak..." He shook his head, chuckling. "Yes, he spanks us, and I spank Tara. His favorite thing to do is choke me, and force me to ride him." He shrugged, acting like they were discussing something as simple as the weather. "You like that shit?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Tig mumbled something inaudible, then repeated. "Seems kinda... Fucking freaky."

"These words coming from you?"

"I didn't mean freaky, it sounds fucking hot to me... I meant for you."

"What do you mean for me?" Jax turned his body to face Tig, interested. "I mean... You're kinda... I don't know... Innocent. Seems like choking and submission aren't... Really your thing. Now, Hap, I can see him as a total Dom. Bet he'd love to chain you up in a basement or something... Maybe even--"

"Tig..."

"What?" Jax stared at him, straight faced, blinking silently. "You need professional help. But I love you for it." Jax's face spread into a slow grin as he began to laugh.

   Opie whistled to the two across the yard and swung his arm, letting them know it was time to take off. Jax climbed into the cab with Opie while the others got onto their bikes. "So, Tig told me that Clay wants chapel tonight." Opie said as they drove off, heading towards the donation center first. "Oh? Probably more shit about Hap and me." Opie nodded. "I won't vote against you, you know that right?"

"I know, Op. Thank you for that." Opie smiled softly. "So are you going to talk to Tara about the paternity test?"

"Yeah, tonight or tomorrow... You've got a point with it." Opie nodded.
   Everyone gathered in chapel that evening, eyes lowered, no one wanting to look at Clay, or at Jax and Happy. They all knew that chapel tonight was because of them. Clay sighed, stretching his hands out on the table. "We've been over this topic once before, and most of you voted in favor of our brothers. But things have changed a little... Care to explain yourself, brother?" He looked to Jax, his eyes filled with disgust. Jax looked around the table proudly. "Tara and I spoke about my relationship with Happy. As most of you know by now, that discussion turned into something more... Happy is now involved with Tara, as well as with me. Our relationship got heavy before Stockton... And there is a big possibility that Thomas.. Might be Happy's son." A hush came over the table as all eyes turned to Happy, even Clay's looking shocked. Jax took a big breath. "Knowing this, we made the decision to have Hap move in with us. It's not going to make our front harder, all we have to say is that Tara needed another set of hands with the kiddos, and Hap didn't want to live with his aunt anymore... With everything we've got going on in this fucking club, is Hap moving in with me really a fucking priority?" Jax looked back at Clay, smug. Clay scowled. "So this is the topic... Are we going to let this shit continue? Simple yes or no... Then we'll decide the repercussions from there, if it's voted nay... And my vote is no... This shit can't keep going." He looked to Tig. "Yes." Clay's eyes formed dangerous slits. "Aye." Chibs said, breaking Clay's glare. "Let 'em be happy." Jax smiled softly at his brother. "Yes." Opie said, his voice strong. "No." Piney's palm slapped the wooden table. "I fucking love you like a son, Jax, but this is wrong for the club and you know it." Jax lowered his gaze a little. "Yes." Juice said, smiling comfortingly at Happy. "Of course, yes." Bobby said, squeezing Jax's wrist. Clay's scowl deepened. "Fine. If this comes back to bite us in the ass, it is on all of your fucking heads. If other chapters get wind that SAMCRO is letting fags into the ranks... We'll be the fucking laughing stock of Sons of Anarchy."

"Then we don't let them find out. Simple." Happy said, his hands in tight fists on the table. Clay glared at him, worrying his thumb over the smooth wood of the gavel. "Our next topic is this fucking sheriff..."
   That evening, Jax stretched out between his two lovers. "Abel is finally asleep." He said with a satisfied sigh. Tara nodded. "Thank you. Hap told me about Clay tonight... Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course... He's just flaunting his shit because he's not getting his way. There's no danger for any of us." He kissed Tara's hand. She smiled and ran her hand down his chest. "So Happy and I were also talking about--"

"I've realized that conversations are always going to shock me when you begin them with you and Hap were talking." Jax mumbled, and Happy chuckled on the other side of him. He leaned down and began to kiss over Jax's neck. Tara continued. "We were talking about what you and I spoke about... You two... And the way you have sex... I decided I do really want to try it... With you guys... You, namely." Jax chuckled. "Is that so?" He purred, arching his back as Hap's hand slid down to his shorts, slipping under the waistband and gripping his hardening shaft. "Yes... But I'm gonna fuck you first... Just to make sure you remember how to please someone's ass..." Happy growled in his ear. Jax shivered, his body immediately beginning to ache. "Yes... Of course..." He panted. Happy caught his mouth in a rough kiss, sliding his hand up and down Jax's shaft slowly. Tara reached between them and grabbed Happy's shaft, pressing her petite breasts, covered by the thin t-shirt, against Jax's back. She watched raptly as Happy consumed Jax's mouth, turning the normally tough blonde into jelly at his touches.

The door squeaked open just a bit and Abel padded in, rubbing his eyes. Jax pulled away from Hap quickly, his eyes round with surprise. Abel stood at the edge of the bed, looking at the three adults with the curious eyes of a child. Tara pulled the covers closer around her in shame. "Can I sleep in here tonight. Had a bad dream..." Abel murmured. Jax smiled softly. "Sure. Come in, kiddo." Hap moved to leave. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Stay." Jax said. He wiggled his back into Hap's front to allow enough room for the small boy between himself and Tara. Abel cuddled up to his father contentedly. They all laid in a semi-awkward silence before Abel spoke, in the way only a child can. "Daddy? Why was you rubbing you mouth on Uncle Hap's mouth like you do Mommas?" Jax looked at Tara over Abel's head, his blue eyes concerned. Tara swallowed hard and gave a slow nod. Jax sighed. "Because Uncle Hap is special to me, just like Mommy is. We all love you just as much as the next."

"Is that why Uncle Hap is moving in with us?"

"Yes, Abel. That's exactly why."

"Does that mean Uncle Hap is kinda my Daddy too?" Jax smiled softly and looked back at Hap, who looked stern, but his eyes softened at the question. "Yes. If you want him to be. He can stay Uncle Hap if you want too... But Abel, if you call him Daddy... You can only do it around your Uncles and us, okay?" Abel looked up at his father with big eyes. "So he's like a secret Daddy?" He said in an awestruck tone. Jax grinned. "Exactly. And it's a really big secret, so remember, only Daddy around us and your other Uncles, okay?" He grinned wide and nodded, his shaggy hair bouncing up and down with each movement. Jax smiled and kissed his head. "Now get some sleep, kiddo."
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