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First Old Lady Series VI - A Sons of Anarchy Fan Fiction (Jax I)

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I looked at Soleil as she played with Abel on the floor of our house, tenderness taking over my thoughts at the sight of them. The club that had taken us had been addressed nearly six months ago now. I hadn't been able to make it, my mom and Soleil being more effective guard dogs than any I'd ever seen. Instead, I'd heard about the results later from Opie, who'd told me that the full mother charter - save for me - had gone in and, in less than two minutes, cleared out the entire club.

Since that time, things had been progressing well with Soleil and I. We'd fallen into a rhythm once I'd finally convinced her to let go of her apartment and move in with me and Abel. It had taken a bit. She'd balked a little at the idea of living with her former boss for reasons that seemed to be tied up in some kind of traditional view.  She'd refused to keep taking money for watching Abel, saying that it made her feel wrong. The cold war fight that had ensued when she'd discovered that I was paying her student loans behind her back had damn near gone nuclear. Ultimately, my mom had stepped in, which I was grateful for, for once.

She and the other Old Ladies had talked to Soleil about what it meant to be an Old Lady and it seemed like Soleil had finally accepted it, though I would occasionally still see her twist her lips when I paid bills. When I'd groused to mom about it, she'd reminded me once again that Soleil was a mix of old world and new and so I needed to be aware of that. It had got me to thinking, and the conclusion had been one that was so fucking obvious that I couldn't believe it had taken me as long as it did to come to it.

So, as I stood leaning against the doorway watching Soleil lift Abel up to take him back for a nap, I decided that now was the right time. I waited for her, listening the sound of her soft French songs that she used to put him to bed. About fifteen minutes later, she came down the hallway, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. I stepped back into the living room, which I'd cleared  of toys as she worked with Abel.

When she approached, I pulled her into my arms and down to the couch, having her straddle me so that I could see her face. The soft look that she only gave me was in her eyes as I leaned forward to kiss her. When we parted lips, I rested my forehead on hers for a moment and took a big breath. I reached into my pocket, shifting her slightly on my lap, and pulled out a small, black box.

Soleil gasped as she saw it, her eyes flying to mine in a moment to confirm what she knew I was going to say next. I saw those galaxy colored eyes glass over with tears as I opened the box to reveal a diamond ring surrounded by sapphires. I'd known the second I saw this that it was meant for her. The sapphires reminded me of her eyes.

"I want you forever, baby. Be my wife?" I asked and Soleil's face broke into a watery smile as she nodded.

"Yes, mon beau. Yes," she said and kissed me deeply. When we parted again, I slipped the ring onto her finger, watching it come to rest with a sense of rightness. With so much wrong in my world, there was no doubt in me that Soleil was the other part of my soul. She filled the broken pieces with light and gave peace where pain and rage had once reigned.

"I'm never letting you go," I warned her and she grinned and moved to kiss me, whispering against my lips.

"I have a surprise for you," she said and I moaned as she rolled her hips against my crotch, applying just the right pressure to cause me to pant for her.

"Oh?" I asked, my voice husky. "And what is that?" I asked.

She shifted back and slipped her top off, revealing red lace and instantly gaining all of my focus to her breasts. "Abel will be asleep for an hour, mon beau. Think you can satisfy your woman in that time?" she dared me, the sparkle of challenge in her eyes.

I growled low in my throat and moved to suck on her neck, my hands coming up to cup that gorgeous, lace covered flesh. I heard her harsh and shaky intake of breath as I moved my lips to the sensitive spot just behind her ear.

"Oh, I think I can manage that," I said as I lifted her up and carried her from the room and down the hallway to the master bedroom. The afternoon was lost to muffled sounds of pleasure as we worked to avoid waking the little man down the hall while we devoted ourselves to each other. The love was apparent in every touch, every sound, every kiss. I gloried in the realization that the woman of my dreams - the one who brought my soul home - was in my arms. Whatever else may come as we moved into the future, it would be together.

A/N:  Thus, ends Jax's story. I hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, happy reading! -OQ