The next couple of weeks were quiet and allowed Avery and Jax to settle into a routine that worked for them. Jax worked at the shop during the day, working on bikes and various cars while Avery worked at the office. They always spent lunch at the hospital with Abel, visiting him and seeing him getting stronger by the day.
Business for both had picked up significantly. Jax had a handful of custom bike orders that kept him busy while Avery was working on a couple of traffic offences for a few locals, one of which was Tig. It seemed that he couldn't keep his motorcycle below 90mph which resulted in him having multiple tickets and facing the possibility of losing his license for a few years. Avery was trying to get him a work permit so he could still ride and keep his seat at the table. If she wasn't successful in that, she didn't know how Tig would be able to stay a patched member since you had to be able to ride to be one. 
At night, Jax and Avery ate dinner together and worked on getting Abel's room finished. Tonight they would finish up Abel's room. And good thing too because Abel was due to come home in 2 days.

******

"Hello" said Avery as she glanced down at the digital readout on her cellphone.

"Hello, My name is Rebecca Bishop. I'm a social worker for San Joaquin County. Am I speaking with Avery Mitchell?" said the lady.

"Yes ma'am you are. What can I help you with?" asked Avery curiously, not sure why someone like this would be contacting her on her personal line. If it had been her office line, she would have thought this was about a case. But this made her think this was about something else.

"As I said before, my name is Rebecca Bishop and I am with the San Joaquin County Department of Health and Human Services. Our records have you listed as living in the home with Jackson Teller, the father of a child that is getting ready to transition from the hospital to the home for the first time since being born. Because of the circumstances in which the child was born, I have to come out and inspect the home in which the child will be residing. My records show that you are not the mother of Abel. Is that correct?"

"That's correct. I am not his mother." said Avery, growing angry simply by just thinking about Abel's birth mom and the hell she has put Abel through.

"Will you be responsible for caring for the child?' asked Mrs. Bishop.

"Well yes. I own the residence and I reside there so naturally I would be responsible for at least part of his care.

"I see. I was wondering if I could come out today for a visit, just to check to make sure the home is safe for him." Asked the social worker.

"Of course. What time?" asked Avery as she glanced down at her watch.

"I can be there in ten minutes if that works for you." said the social worker. Avery knew that the whole"if it works for you" was just a way to sound polite. Having dealt with these types of cases in North Carolina, she knew that the woman was most likely already parked outside of her address.

"That actually works perfectly. I just need to lock up my office. I only live a couple of blocks away so we should be there at the same time. Does the father need to be present for this as well?"  Said Avery as she grabbed her purse and keys, already heading for the door.

"He isn't required but it certainly wouldn't hurt." replied the social worker.

"I'll call him just as soon as I hang up, Mrs. Bishop. Are there any documents that we need to have no hand for this visit?" said Avery.

"No, no special documents are required. I'll see you and Mr. Teller in approximately 10 minutes Ms. Mitchell. Bye Bye now." said the woman before quickly ending the call. She hadn't even given Avery the chance to say anything before hanging up.

Quickly dialing Jaxs number, she waited for him to answer. When he did, she filled him in on what was going on and told him that he was needed at home for the visit before climbing into her car and driving the couple of blocks to her home.

*******

Just as Avery suspected, as she turned onto her street and saw an unfamiliar car parked out front of her house with a rather plump woman leaning against the truck carrying a leather messenger bag much like the one that Avery used to store the files for cases she was working on. Making sure to drive slowly down the street so she did not make herself look like a speed demon, she eased her car into the drive and shifted it into park before switching off the engine. Grabbing her purse off the front seat, Avery climbed out of her car and smoothed her black pencil shirt as she walked towards the social worker who was already halfway to the front step of the house.

"Mrs. Bishop I assume?" asked Avery when she reached the woman who was standing in the middle of her lawn.

"Yes, and I right in assuming that you are Ms. Mitchell?" asked the social worker.

"Yes ma'am." Said Avery as he extended her hand towards Mrs. Bishop.

Shifting her messenger bag to her other hand, Mrs. Bishop shook Avery's hand and asked "Is Mr. Teller on his way?"

"Yes, he should be here momentarily." said Avery. No sooner had she spoke the words, the roar of Jax's Harley filled the quiet neighborhood.  Avery watched as Jax pulled his bike into the drive. The first thing she noticed was that he had his kutte on. While the club had gone legit and had been for a couple of weeks now, they still had a bad name because of their past. Two weeks wasn't nearly enough time for them to forget the things that had happened in the past. Too many people in the town thought SAMCRO was bad for them. Truth be known, SAMCRO was what made Charming the quaint little town that it was without the chain resturants and big-box stores.

As Jax walked towards Avery and the Social Worker, Avery noticed the set of his shoulders. He was tense. Avery knew that he would be. Even though she had dealt with these types of situations before, she was nervous and this situation was extremely different than any other time she had to work with

"Mr. Teller?" asked the social worker when Jax reached her and Avery.

"Yes." said Jax.

"As I explained to Ms. Mitchell, I just need to tour and inspect the home because of the circumstances that lead to your son's birth. That being said, am I going to find any drugs in the home?

"Of course not" said Avery, getting mad on Jax's behalf.

The Social worker must have noticed the change in the air after her questioning because she quickly added "not that I am insinuating that either of you are addicts. Again, this has to do with the infant and the circumstances of his birth."

"Of course." said Avery as she wrapped one arm around Jax in an effort to calm him and herself.

"What do you say we get this show on the road so that we can all get back to our day?" said the social worker.

Yes, lets." said Avery as she and jax walked towards the front door of their home.