Jax nodded. Those "family meals" were some of the best things he remembered, just everyone crowded together while people cooked and ate and passed food back and forth. It was memories like those that kept him going back to the arms of the Club, even when he wanted to slit Clay's throat at breakfast that morning.

"Some place with a backyard. Maybe we get a grill and shit." He could see it already. Kate and Newt, the McCalls, John and Mary and Evie, Sawyer and little Cleo. All of them running around in circles, laughing as the parents slowly got buzzed over an evening of drinks and good food.

It was a dream, for now, but it was a dream worth trying to make true.

"I want them to know that too. Grow up with that kind of thing."