Every time Avery gazed upon Abel, a fresh wave of affection washed over her, deepening the love she already held for the tiny infant. His delicate strands of blonde hair, an undeniable inheritance from his father, framed a face that mirrored Jax's own, down to the captivating blue of his eyes. He was, without a doubt, Jax in miniature. Simply watching him, Avery could already envision the future, a parade of young women drawn to his charm just as they had been, and continued to be, to Jax.

The comfortable silence of the hospital room shifted as Jax's voice broke through Avery's reverie. "Avery, I'm about to ask you something, and I need you to promise me complete honesty, okay?"

A tremor of apprehension ran through Avery, her heart immediately accelerating its rhythm. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that whatever Jax was about to say held significant weight. Lifting her gaze to meet his, she saw a resolute expression hardening his features. This wasn't a casual inquiry; this was something momentous.

"Okay," Avery managed, the single word a fragile whisper against the sudden anxiety constricting her throat. She willed her racing heart to find a semblance of calm, desperately hoping Jax couldn't detect the profound impact of his simple preamble.

Turning his full attention to Avery, Jax gently framed her face with the warmth of his palms. He tilted her head back, his eyes locking with hers, conveying an intensity that made her breath catch. "I know that I asked you to be my old lady last night but I wanted to do it again when we were high from multiple orgasms." said Jax. "Say you'll stand by my side and help me raise this little man to be good and true. Be his mother in every way that matters. Be the woman that gives him a brother or a sister. Maybe one of each, maybe even more. Just promise me you'll be my forever this time, Avery. My forever. Abel's forever"

"Jax..." Avery began, her voice a hesitant breath.

But Jax wouldn't allow her to falter. "I know its a lot Vee. I know that shit seems to be moving at break-neck speeds with us, but we both know what's in our hearts. I love you, and you love me. I've told you before there hasn't been a single person who makes me feel as alive as you do. Even during the times we were apart, it was always you I longed for. It was always your face I pictured when I imagined growing old and settling down. You were always by my side in those dreams."

"Jax," she started softly, her gaze unwavering, "more than anything in this world, I want to be with you... to build that future, to grow old alongside you. My love for you isn't new; it took root when I was just fourteen. It has always been you I pictured when I dreamt of raising children and watching the years pass by. But what is the urgency? I'm not going anywhere, Jax. Not this time." She sighed. "I've told you all of this already. I don't know what I have to do to make you see that my words are the truth, that I want nothing more than to be right here in Charming with you."

A shadow of vulnerability flickered across Jax's strong features. "Abel deserves a mother in his life, someone to guide him, to instill in him the values that matter, and I can't think of anyone better suited for that role than you. Say you'll be my old lady, Avery, and promise me that one day, you'll also be my wife."

A gentle smile touched Avery's lips. "Okay," she whispered, the agreement filled with the weight of her love and commitment.

A hopeful disbelief shone in Jax's eyes. "Really?"

"Yes, Jax. Absolutely. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Her voice was now filled with a newfound certainty, the lingering doubts replaced by the unwavering conviction of her heart.

Jax leaned forward, his kiss tender at first, a gentle confirmation of their renewed bond. But as the realization of their commitment settled between them, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, a tangible expression of their long-suppressed desires. A shared awareness of their surroundings, the sterile environment of the hospital, eventually broke the intensity of the moment. Reluctantly, Jax pulled back, his eyes still locked on Avery, overflowing with a love so profound it felt as though her own heart might burst.

Jax grinned mischievously at Avery. "Hey Vee, how about we ditch this place?" he said, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Avery smiled back, seeing the love in his eyes. Things had been tough lately, but holding Jax's hand made a brighter future seem possible. "That sounds great," she agreed, "but only if you're sure you're done visiting Abel."

Looking back at their sleeping son in the incubator, Jax leaned in and kissed the plastic, a silent vow to come back. Turning to Avery, he took her hand, and together they exited the hospital. Outside, the moonlight bathed the sky, signifying the ending of a day where Avery wasn't Abel's mother because when morning came, she would be his mother in the eyes of Jax and everyone that mattered.

*****

After securing his Harley in its familiar spot beside the clubhouse, the familiar rumble of the iron horse fading into the quietness that came with nightfall, Jax clasped Avery's hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with hers. Together, they stepped across the threshold and into the dimly lit interior of the club. The familiar scent of stale beer and aged leather hung in the air, a comforting aroma that spoke of camaraderie and shared history.

Avery's gaze flickered towards the worn bar, catching sight of a few of their brothers already settled in, amber liquids swirling in their glasses. A brief impulse to stop and exchange greetings flickered through her, but it was quickly extinguished by a more pressing desire. Her mind was consumed by a singular thought, a yearning that resonated deep within her core: to reach the sanctuary of a bed and feel Jax's skin against hers.

His earlier declaration, the heartfelt words of love and the whispered promises of a shared future, echoed in her mind, fueling a burning need to reciprocate with the language of her body. She craved to offer him every part of herself, a slow and deliberate exploration of their connection that would stretch into the quiet hours before dawn.

The knowing glances of the men at the bar suggested they understood the unspoken urgency that radiated between Jax and Avery. As the couple passed by, each brother offered a subtle nod of acknowledgment, a silent blessing on their private mission as they continued towards the back of the clubhouse, where Jax's small apartment offered a haven of intimacy.

Once inside the compact space, the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the outside world. Before Avery could fully register their arrival, Jax had spun her around, her back pressed against the cool wood of the door. His mouth descended upon hers in a fervent kiss, a raw and hungry expression of the profound love that had blossomed between them.

Instinctively, Avery wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him closer, molding her body against his. Jax's hands, firm and possessive, found their way to her backside, his palms squeezing her curves tightly as he lifted her slightly. Her fingers tangled in the short, rough strands of his hair, and she tugged gently, a silent urging that set him in motion.

He carried her effortlessly, their mouths still locked in a passionate embrace, until he reached the worn mattress that dominated the small room. He laid her gently upon her back, his gaze never leaving hers. With a practiced ease, he shrugged out of his kutte, the heavy leather falling to the floor with a soft thud. Then came his t-shirt, quickly followed by his jeans and briefs, until he stood before her, a magnificent display of lean muscle and raw masculinity.

Avery's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, a primal appreciation rising within her. Her lips parted slightly as she pushed herself up on her elbows and crawled up the bed until she was eye level with his engorged shaft.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she placed a delicate kiss on the velvety tip of his cock. Her fingers encircled its length, lifting him slightly so she could reach the sensitive underside. Slowly, deliberately, she traced the bulging veins with the tip of her tongue.

A low groan rumbled in Jax's chest as Avery continued her sensual exploration, her tongue dancing along the length of his hardening flesh, coaxing it to an even greater size.

"Christ," he moaned, his hands reaching up to tangle in the long strands of her hair, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Avery's eyes. "You like that?" she whispered, her breath warm against his skin as she flicked her tongue over the swollen head, eliciting a sharp buck of his hips.

"Goddamn right," Jax growled, his voice thick with desire.

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Avery's lips. "Let's see how fast I can make you come," she purred, before opening her mouth and taking him deep inside, her throat stretching to accommodate his impressive length. She withdrew almost completely before plunging back down, savoring his involuntary gasp.

Accustomed to the feel of his cock deep in her throat, she used a free hand to gently cup his heavy balls, her fingers massaging with practiced ease. Her other hand found his taut buttocks, gripping and pulling him forward. The motion caused the head of his cock to press against the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex that only intensified the pleasure for them both as her throat instinctively contracted.

Pulling back slightly, she established a slow, torturous rhythm, each deliberate bob of her head sending shivers through Jax's frame. She could feel the tension building within him, his shaft growing harder and throbbing with anticipation.

"I love your mouth on me," Jax panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's it, baby. Suck my cock. Make me come." His words were a raw plea as Avery increased the pace, his slick flesh sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, rhythmic sound.

Then, the first hot, thick spurt of his seed erupted, hitting the back of her throat, instinctively causing her to suck harder, milking him for every last drop. When the last tremors subsided and his shaft softened in her mouth, she released him and looked up, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

"That didn't take long," she said, her eyelids heavy with desire as she gazed at him. The act of bringing Jax to the brink, of witnessing his raw pleasure, had ignited a fire within her own body. She could feel the unmistakable signs of her own arousal, the slickness between her legs a testament to their shared intimacy.

"It never does with you, baby," Jax replied, his voice still husky with the remnants of his climax. He gently urged her onto her back, pulling her knees towards the edge of the bed before sinking down between her legs, his gaze locking with hers. "Now, let me repay the favor. Let's see how long it takes to have our juices on my tongue."