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Rachel's fingers pounded against the keyboard furiously as she took notes on the trial that was taking place before her.

The girl in front of her was barely nineteen and dressed in an orange jumpsuit.

Rachel could tell that the girl was pretty, but her sunken-in cheek bones and the sores on her face had managed to turn the pretty young woman into a sick-looking shell of a creature.

"Since you are a prior and persistent offender, 5 years of incarceration—no parole," Judge White grunted. His white hair and large eyebags were proof that he had seen and heard too much during his 22 years on the bench. "and, Miss Carriger, hopefully this will rehabilitate you. Once you get out, make an effort to keep your veins clean."

"Mrs. Hale," Rachel's eyes shifted up toward the judge who was flipping through his own papers. "I need you to look up case 14CH-CR00762, please."

Rachel searched the number that traced back to the next prisoner that was going to be entering the room.

As the courtroom doors opened, Rachel glanced up to see her husband. He would be testifying against the defendant today.

As she looked at him, a feeling of pride began to soar through her body. David Hale had been busting his ass to make Charming a safer place, and people were beginning to notice his efforts. It was public knowledge that he would be taking over Unser's place since the older man was considering retirement.

Rachel remembered the first time she saw her husband. She had grown up in Charming, and she had known of David ever since she was fourteen. But the first time she really saw him was in the very room they were standing in now. She was 23 and had just returned to Charming after completing five years in college. It was her second week of working for Judge White. She was fumbling around behind her desk—hoping that her inexperience and awkwardness would not lead to unemployment. Her nerves were rattled, and she did not feel competent at her job. And then he smiled at her.

That smile was the beginning of everything.

After eight months of dating, David had asked her to marry him. And after three years of marriage, that smile still made her feel warm inside.

Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. She turned at different angles to judge how her body looked in the new pale-pink slip she was wearing.

She sighed as she adjusted her breasts—making them pop out of the lingerie more.

She and David and been trying to get pregnant for over a year, and they hadn't had any luck. According to her ovulation chart, her body was in maximum baby-making mode. And though Rachel tried to remain positive, it was hard.

She was beginning to think that she would never have a kid. She had gone to a fertility doctor a few months earlier to make sure that she was able to have children and the results showed no issues. She tried to get David to get tested, but the conversation usually ended in a fight. No man wants to entertain the thought that he might not be fertile.

Rachel tugged at the satin material one last time before making her way out of the bathroom. Her husband waited patiently for her in their bed.

"There's that beautiful woman," David smiled as the brunette crawled into bed. She slowly straddled his lap and looked into his eyes, a grin appeared on her face.

"This is gonna be it," she assured him, though she didn't believe it herself. "You're gonna get me pregnant tonight."

Rachel groaned as she heard the loud beeping of David's alarm clock. The alarm stopped, and she began to feel the bed shift.

"Since when do you work on Saturday mornings?" she groaned into her pillow.

"Since today," David chuckled.

Rachel reached out to grab his arm.

"Just stay here with me. I'll make us strawberry pancakes."

"As tempting as that sounds," David began. "I have to go. I'm taking over Unser's place soon. You know that means a lot of people are looking at me."

The woman sighed in defeat. "What do you want for dinner?"

"What do you want?" He questioned her. She was always craving something.

"Tacos," she answered without even taking a moment to think.

"Sounds good," he bent down to kiss the sleepy woman on her temple. "We'll need groceries. You want me to stop at the store on my way home?"

"No," She stated. "I'll go to the store later today."

Upon hearing her reply, David rose from the bed and began to make his way to the bathroom.

"David," she called out as she snuggled in closer to her blankets.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Call me when you're leaving work. That way I can have dinner ready when you get home."

Rachel stepped outside of the post office as she thumbed through her mail. The assortment of bills and catalogs was nothing new. She opened her car door and tossed the envelops into the passenger seat before climbing in and shutting the door behind her. She had now finished all of her errands except for buying groceries.

As she turned the key, her engine began to rev up, but it didn't kick over. The woman instantly began to worry as she tried to start the car again. This time, the motor didn't even seem to try to start.

Rachel left out a heavy sigh. She knew nothing about cars.

She reached for her phone and called David. The call quickly went to voicemail, signaling that he was probably busy with something important and had decided to turn off his phone.

Groaning out of irritation, Rachel hastily got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She made her way to the front of the car and lifted the hood.

Once the hood was propped, Rachel stared at the view before her. Besides checking her oil, Rachel had never looked under her hood. She had no idea what to do.

A motorcycle pulled up next to her as she stared at the insides of her car. Her eyes brightened before she even looked over to see who it was. But, she knew it was more than likely a member of SAMCRO. In her youth, she never tired of seeing the club members. But as an adult who worked with criminals daily, she no longer felt the excitement she used to at the sounds of a revving bike.

This was her saving grace. They could fix her car.

As her eyes finally landed on the guy driving the bike, Rachel's heart plunged to the floor. She could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. And though she had seen him around town thousands of times, she always did her best to avoid him.

"Need some help, darlin'?" Jax asked as he dismounted his bike and began to approach her car.

"Nope," Rachel's defenses were up.

She unhooked the stand and shut her hood.

"Come on now, darlin'," Jax reasoned. "I've been watching you stare at the motor for about 15 minutes. Just let me help you."

Rachel bit her lip.

She didn't want his help. But, she didn't know what else she could do. Her husband wasn't picking up his phone, and she didn't want to be stranded at the post office.

"Okay," she answered.

"Mind if I look under the hood?" he questioned.

Rachel nodded her head but couldn't work up the courage to form words. She watched his every move as he lifted the hood and began inspecting.

She couldn't help but admire his strong, tan arms and beautiful golden hair. She remembered his clean-shaven face from when they were young, and she had to admit that time had treated him well.

"Shit," Jax grumbled as he looked at her. "This is gonna have to go to the shop."

"Alright," the woman grimaced. "How long will I have to wait before a tow truck gets here?"

He let out a dry chuckle. "I have no idea. Could be hours. We've been busy lately," He answered honestly. "Why don't you hop on the back of my bike? I'll take you to the shop to sign some paperwork, and then I'll drive you back home."

Rachel placed her hands on her hips as she mentally cursed at her husband for not answering his phone.

"Okay," The word finally left her mouth.

Jax smirked and walked over to his bike. She followed him slowly. Her heart was racing so fast she wondered if she would keel over right there.

"Put this on," he stated as he handed her a helmet that he had just pulled from his bag. He then mounted the bike.

Rachel's fingers fumbled as she tightened the strap of her helmet. Once it was tight, she slid onto the bike behind Jax.

She shuddered as she felt the warmth of his presence between her legs. Memories of him between her legs nine years ago began to flash through her mind.

"Hold on tight," he shouted over the roaring bike.

"Mom," Jax began speaking as soon as he entered the door. "Rachel's car is broken down at the post office. It's gonna need towed."

Rachel and Gemma locked eyes as the younger woman appeared behind Jax.

"Well," Gemma smirked. "If it isn't my favorite little Courtwarming Queen."

"Mom," the man rolled his eyes at his mother. "She needs to sign the paperwork. I'm gonna go find Half-Sac and see if we can get her towed soon."

He then looked over at Rachel. "I'll be back, darlin'."

Jax ran out the door, leaving Rachel with his mother.

"Here you go," Gemma placed papers and a pen down on the desk in front of the customer's chair.

Rachel sat down and began filling out the paperwork. She could feel older woman's eyes burning a hole into the top of her head. After what seemed like a century, Rachel looked up—glaring right back at Gemma.

"How is Deputy-Do-Right treating you?" Gemma popped her gum as she waited for the answer.

"Very well," Rachel answered. She could already tell that Gemma's questions were leading somewhere.

"Any kids yet?"

The younger woman's heart sank a bit at the question. "No. Not yet."

"You were family," Gemma stated. "You left your family and then betrayed us by shacking up with that Wyatt Earp wannabe."

"I was never family, Gemma," Rachel's hand was beginning to shake from anger. "I was just a naïve, little girl that liked bad boys."

"And what are you now?" Gemma retorted.

Before the conversation could continue, Jax entered the office again.

"You ready?"

"Almost," Rachel answered as she scribbled down the rest of her information.

Jax slowly pulled the bike into the parking lot.

Rachel quickly got off and began unfastening her helmet. "Thanks for the help," she stated as she handed over the helmet.

"The pleasure is all mine," the man smirked up at her.

"Well," Rachel's eyes shifted awkwardly. "Let me know when my car is ready to be picked up."

The woman turned away and began to walk as she searched her purse for her house keys.

"Rachel," Jax called out.

The woman turned and locked eyes with the handsome criminal.

"Yeah?" she asked—waiting to hear what he was going to say.

"I never got to tell you this," Jax began. "But I really am sorry for what happened. I was a shithead."

A sad smile appeared on Rachel's face as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, you were," she let out a soft chuckle. "But thanks."

"Babe," David shouted as he entered the house. "I'm home."

Rachel emerged from the bedroom. Her hair was wet from showering and she was wearing pajama shorts and a tank top.

"Hey, baby." She pressed her lips against his for a quick peck.

"I got your message," He began as he gestured towards the grocery bags in his hand. "What happened?"

"It just wouldn't start after I went to get the mail," Rachel stated as she grabbed the bags from him and began to sort out what was needed for their dinner. "Fortunately, Jax was driving by and he stopped to help me."

"Oh, yeah?" David puffed out his chest a bit from hearing Jax's name. "That's kind of him."

He knew that his wife had a history with the biker. They didn't talk about it much. And, honestly, it was probably better that they didn't talk about it.

Rachel heard the jealousy in his voice. She paused from cooking the hamburger and walked closer to him. Once she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Have I told you lately how attractive you are?" Rachel smirked before leaning in to nibble on his ear.

David groaned in pleasure from Rachel's intimate actions.

In a sweeping motion, He had lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen counter.

"David!" She squealed and giggled as he hungrily kissed down her neck. "The meat's gonna burn!"

"It'll taste just fine," he growled as he grabbed the ends of her tank top and began lifting it over her head.

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