"Okay. I got it, baby. Don't worry." She presses a kiss to his back through his t-shirt, and slips away to move back to Keira, feeding her more sweet potatoes while she calls Molly one-handed.
It doesn't take long, and they're set for the night, smiles not really true as they kiss their children and thank Molly profusely for giving them a little time to themselves, like they weren't walking into a disaster.
It's not a long drive, her bag between them like a bomb, just waiting to go off. The closer they get to the hotel, the tighter her shoulders are. She's barely skimmed it; it's not a thin file, but she knows it's his.
Happy birthday.
"Jax?" She says his name once they've parked the SUV, once she gets out and has her bag looped over her shoulder. She's come around the SUV to him, to loop her fingers in his beltloops and tug him closer, her eyes searching his.
"I love you. And it'll be okay. Alright? I swear."
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It doesn't take long, and they're set for the night, smiles not really true as they kiss their children and thank Molly profusely for giving them a little time to themselves, like they weren't walking into a disaster.
It's not a long drive, her bag between them like a bomb, just waiting to go off. The closer they get to the hotel, the tighter her shoulders are. She's barely skimmed it; it's not a thin file, but she knows it's his.
Happy birthday.
"Jax?" She says his name once they've parked the SUV, once she gets out and has her bag looped over her shoulder. She's come around the SUV to him, to loop her fingers in his beltloops and tug him closer, her eyes searching his.
"I love you. And it'll be okay. Alright? I swear."