Alex has gotten herself a job at St. Thomas working in the Pediatrics department. She's been there for close to a year and she's loving it. Jax has been digging himself deeper into the club as president but Samcro is starting to go the way JT wanted; Gemma is less than pleased. She hates to see her son in his fathers footsteps rather than Clay's. She's convinced it's because of Alexandrea and Anthony, convinced his family making him soft. She's also pissed that Alex has Sig and Marge looking after Anthony while she's at work instead of her.

That won't do.

Like an elephant, Gemma Teller- Morrow doesn't forget.

Alex trudges her way to Sig and Marge's to pick up Tony. Marge was more than excited when she asked if she could watch Tony when he's not in school. She yawns as she pulls her hair out of the tight braid down her back, moaning as she scratches her scalp. "Hey baby boy." Alex grins tiredly as she picks up her son. "Thank you so much, momma." She tells Marge who is holding a couple toys in her hands. "Really- I really appreciate it- we appreciate it."

"I love watching him. I'm loving being a mamaw." Alex grins at the name she's given herself. Marge kept saying she didn't want to be called that but Alex talked her into it. "Sig loves him too. He adores this little boy." Marge hands her his bag. "I can't watch him tomorrow but I called Gemma and she said she can. Sorry about the short notice, baby."

"Oh. No problem. I think Gemma can handle watching my boy for a couple hours, huh?" Alex and Marge chuckle as the younger carries her son to her truck to head on home to Jax.

~

"Late night again?" Alex asks from the bed when Jax finally comes home around one in the morning.

"It ain't easy being king." Jax mumbles back, sliding his cut off. He sits on the bed and slumps over, dropping his head into her lap. She sighs, setting her book on the nightstand, putting her lit cigarette between her lips to free her hands so she can play with his growing hair. "How was work? How's the kid?"

"Work was fine. Anthony's great. He's a good boy." Alex whispers, brushing his hair out of his face. "You okay?"

"Yep." He mumbles in response as he starts getting drowsy. Alex smiles softly, rubbing his back and shoulders. "It's nice having you back, Drea."

"It's nice being home."

Alex shifts Jax over, kisses his temple after she tucks him in under their striped duvet. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, grabs her book and pulls on a plaid robe to head out to the kitchen. She sits at the table in silence with a pack of cigarettes in front of her and her book in her lap.

Alex doesn't even realize what time it is until she hears the neighbors diesel truck start up like it does every weekday like clockwork. She looks up at the clock that reads quarter til seven and jumps to her feet. She quickly gets Anthony ready then herself and she's out the door by five past.

Jax wakes to an empty house and it immediately puts a damper on his mood. His fiancé's been back for almost a year in this schedule and he thought he'd be used to it by now but he isn't. If anything, it brings him down. He's really struggling with being the president of the club, being a father and a soon to be husband on top of it. Alex and Tony deserve way better than what they're getting from him, he knows that but can't really do much about it. He could quit the club, but he can't do that.

Not now.

He sighs to himself as he pulls a pair of jeans on and his black long sleeve Reaper tee followed by his work shirt. He slides his black ball cap on then he's out the door to head to the shop.

Opie senses Jax's mood.

Being best friends with each other pretty much their whole lives, they've gotten real good at reading one another. "You good, man?"

"Yeah." Jax mutters back. "Why wouldn't I be?" He silently pulls a cigarette from unsupervised the pack on the counter in the back of the shop. "Things are good, yep."

"Bullshit." Opie shakes his head. "You and Lex alright?"

"Yeah." He mumbles, looking over some paperwork. "This thing needs an oil change and tire rotation. I can get that done in less than an hour and a half." Opie huffs as he turns the upside down flashlight that's hanging from the hood on and starts fucking with the oil pan.

Jax's cell starts ringing. "Yeah?" He asks in a strained voice as he jacks up the side of the car. "W-what? What!? Holy shit, yeah. I'm- I'm on my way." Jax's eyebrows are knitted together as he scowls with worried eyes.

"What's up?"

"Tony's in the emergency room."

~

Jax rushes into the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest as he approaches the desk. "My boy- my son, Anthony Teller. Wh- Where is he? Is he okay?" The nurse behind the desk looks up then down at the paperwork in front of her. "Excuse me!?"

Alex walks past and her eyes land on her fiancé. "Jax? What the hell are you doin' here? Is everything okay?"

She doesn't know. "Yeah. Yep. Everything's fine."

"Anthony's in the pediatric wing. Room 237." Alex has just left that hallway and her son is there.

"What the fuck is wrong with my son, Jackson?" She practically hisses as they rush to the stairwell.

"I don't fucking know, Alexandrea." He snaps back, swing the second floor door open. "237?" He comes to a shoe squeaking stop in front of the door. "Fuck." Alex shoves him out of the way. "What the fuck!?"

"Hey! He's probably scared out of his lil mind right now. You cannot go in there like this. It'll only freak him out more." Alex says sternly. "Okay? You're not going in there until you calm the fuck down." Jax clenches his jaw, Alex puts her hands on his shoulders, her thumbs brushing across his neck. "You calm?"

"As a fuckin June day." He says lowly, his anger turning to his fiancé. "Get out of my way." Alex is speechless as Jax shoves her from the door. She smacks his hand away from the doorknob then lets herself in first.

"Hey baby." She whispers, sitting on the bed next to her son. "How're you feelin'?" Anthony's quiet.

Jax slides into bed with him. "You okay, bud?" Anthony's still silent.

Alex sighs heavily, reaching up to brush some stray curls off his forehead. Her chest tightens when she sees a big white bandage around his little head and some butterfly closers on his chin. Her name is called over the intercom and she sighs heavily. "I gotta go." She says, standing. "Are you staying here with him?"

"Absolutely." Jax nods, his arm around his boy.

"I might be able to get off early today given the situation so I'll be back." She bends over to give her son a soft kiss to the top of the head before she kisses Jax. "See y'all soon."

Jax sighs as the door shuts behind her. "It's just us, buddy. Can you tell me what happened?" Anthony's still quiet. Jax accepts the fact that he doesn't want to talk so he just lays with him. Soon, Anthony falls asleep curled up against his daddy.

~

Alex is finally told the truth by the Deputy Chief David Hale. Gemma was taking Anthony out for some lunch or some shit when she lost control of her Caddy and hit the guardrail on the side of 44. Turns out, Gemma was driving under the influence and crashed her car. She's totally fine but trauma like that to a young boy- a developing boy- can be difficult in the long run.

The hospital released Anthony and Alex will not let Gemma anywhere near him. She's gone so far as to ban the woman from seeing her grandson alone. She's told Sig and Marge and they're both on the same page. Alex doesn't trust Gemma anymore, not that she really has in the first place anyway. Alex asked to take a few days off to stay with her son until she feels like he's okay to be off without her and back with Sig and Marge; she still trusts and loves them like usual but once someone hurts your baby, you're uneasy to let him out of your sight again.

Hell, she's barely let Jax near him.

Currently, Alex is sitting on the floor with Anthony as she shows him some flashcards. She's worried that the trauma to his frontal lobe is going to affect his motor function, memory; not to mention social behavior and impulse control. They dodged the family heart problem bullet by a hair but now they have to worry about developmental delays and social behavior.

Jax is sitting in his chair with a beer in one hand and a lighter in the other. He's been mindlessly flicking the Zippo on for the past ten minutes and it's really starting to get on the brunettes nerves. "Jax. Stop." She gives him a look that has him rolling his eyes. "Don't."

"Don't what? It's bad enough that you won't let me smoke inside and now I can't even light my fuckin lighter!? What's next!?" He suddenly snaps.

"Chill out, babe." Alex says, running her fingers through her sons hair. "What's with you?" Jax huffs. "You've changed."

"Yeah, right." Jax scoffs then mumbles, "If anyone's changed, it's you."

Alex rolls her eyes as she picks her son up. "Keep it up, Teller, or else." She says as she heads to the kitchen.

"Or what!?" He shouts back, following her.

She zips around to face him. "You don't even want to know." She hisses through gritted teeth. Alex holds Anthony's head against her chest, covering his ears. "Fix your fuckin attitude, Jackson."

She sits Tony is his chair then starts to make dinner. "Y'know what? Fuckin eat without me." Jax grabs his cut and slides it on. "Fuck it." He grabs his sunglasses and keys then he's out the door.

"Where the fuck are you going!?" She shouts from the porch, barefoot and pants-less. "Jax!" He gives her a fuming look as he starts up his bike then rolls off. Tears form in her throat as she watches him go. She heads back into the house and takes a deep breath. "Sorry, baby." She whispers to her son as she picks him up, sniffling quietly. Anthony reaches his little hand out and wipes her cheek. "I love you. I love you so much." She sits with him on the couch and just holds him, rubbing his back as she hugs him.

~

Jax bounces his leg as he sits at the bar in the clubhouse with a cigarette between his fingers. He's been sitting on that stool since he left the house three days ago; there's probably an ass print on it by now. He's hurt that Alex hasn't even tried to reach out to him. He was hoping that she'd come back crawling to him but so far, nothing. He misses her. He misses her being her fiery self. He misses her smile, her laugh, her ability to make him feel good regardless of the situation.

"The hell are you still doing here?" Opie asks, starting to actually worry about his two friends as he sits next to him. "Why haven't you gone home yet? Why haven't you made up yet?"

Jax shrugs, looking down at his beer. "She hasn't called."

"Why would she? You made this mess by leaving."

"Fuck off, Hank." He hisses.

"Dude. Get your head outta your ass and go make up with your fiancé." He gives him a hard smack on the shoulder. "Before she runs again."

"She hasn't left in like a year, doubt she'll do it now."

"She's a fuckin Miller, man. Go see her and go see her now." Jax groans loudly, getting to his feet. He squeezes Ope's shoulder then heads out to his bike to head back to the house.

~

Jax freezes when he sees the front door wide open. He reaches for his gun and slowly makes his way inside. Jax's heart drops when he sees his and Alex's stuff thrown around the house. He turns to the kitchen and his heart shatters when he finds his fiancé- his fucking soulmate- covered in blood on the kitchen floor. Tears quickly spring to his eyes as he slowly lowers himself to the floor. He brings his future bride up to his chest and shakily wipes her hair stuck to her face. He sobs as he kisses her motionless lips. His cries are gut wrenching as he holds her close with tears streaming down his face.

Just like that, she's gone.