Hi! I'm new to Sons fanfiction but not to the show. I still can't believe it's over. Anyways, I was inspired to write this after majority of the main characters didn't get such a happy ending(depending on how you look at it haha) Also by season 6 when Tara told Jax of having a little girl. I loved the idea of there being a baby girl Teller.

It's a time jump, 2026. With everyone still alive.

Enjoy xo.

Jax POV

The familiar lumps of my pillow, or lack there of, did little to comfort me as the anxiety of my release coursed through my veins.

20 years.

I could make it sound like things hadn't changed, or I hadn't changed, but in reality I knew I was walking out into a whole new world. I'd been transferred a few times and a few extra scars littered my torso.

The last time I saw my family, was looking over my shoulder before being cuffed and escorted out of my house. Tara and I had been 32, with our kids all around us in the kitchen. That night had played in my head every chance I would let it for the past 20 years. The look of disbelief and fear in Tara's eyes stung me to my core. The cries of my boys while their mother did her best to shield them from me.

A mechanical buzz rang out, jolting me back to reality. I shook it off and stood up to wait for the guard to unlock my cell. His eeiry smirk while he unlocked my door made me roll my eyes. Silver cuffs were slid onto my wrist before being lead down the hallway.

"Your things have been here and there over the years. Don't be surprised if things got lost in the mix. Contact your local authorities to fetch it and you'll get them back." The guard rolled off mechanically while handing me my clothes, rings, and knife from 20 years ago. I held up my white t-shirt and smirked, it smelt like moth balls but its fabric was so comforting. The guard left me to change back into my clothes. The shirt was a tad tight and I knew I looked ridiculous in the baggy jeans I had donned back in the day. But I felt a little more at ease.

I looked into the mirror and grimaced a bit. Long gone were my blonde locks, it, along with my beard, had been replaced by gray. My tired blue eyes were unrecognizable. Sighing, I grabbed the rings and slid them in my pocket. I was 52 goddamn years old and I did not want the reminder of why I was here to be on my knuckles.

"Jackson Teller," A young lady in a suit poked her head in the door, she grinned at me and waved for me to follow. "I have your papers at the front. Your mother is there waiting for you with some friends." The way she said friends made me realize my mom had brought the club along with her.

Panic arose in me. I'd be reunited with all of my past all at once. All of the truths I had refused to acknowledge while in prison. I paid the price for my ties to the club and I was still so unsure of what I wanted. The lady rattled off basic rules for me to follow. Parole this, check in here, do that. But I couldn't make myself focus on the words pouring out of her mouth.

When the doors opened to the outside world, I broke into a sprint. I ran straight into my fragile mother's arms and squeezed her. "Mom," I choked up. "My baby, hi!" She had tears in her voice also. We pulled back and I got a glimpse of the guys. Chibs, Bobby, and Tig all rocking their leather cuts. They had tears in their eyes also as I hugged each of them. Then I just about attacked Opie, he hadn't been able to visit the past couple months because of club shit. While I was inside, no one really kept me up to date with what was happening. I didn't want to know. "So, uh, I have something to tell you." Opie squeezed my shoulder just as my eyes were meeting newer, younger faces. And a miniature version of me was staring me dead in the eyes.

My jaw dropped as my son stepped forward. "Abel?" He shook his head, "Nah, it's me, Thomas." My son walked up to me and pulled me in for a hug. "Hey Dad." I choked up again and squeezed him. My heart was unable to contain it's joy. "Look, we, uh, have a lot to explain. Ride with Gemma and I'll tell you later." Abel patted my back and walked away with the younger crowd.

I turned speechless to my mother. "What?" Chibs shook his head, "It's a lot. You've missed a lot." Opie smiled sympathetically before hopping on his bike. "Sorry we didn't bring yours. Figured you wouldn't remember." Tig joked and got on his bike along with Chibs and Bobby.

After they sped off, I turned to Gemma. "Where's Abel? Is he okay? Is Tara here with Thomas?" Questions spewed out faster than my mom could hear. She warmly patted my back and urged me to follow her to her truck. 75 years old and still driving the baddest. I snickered to myself as I climbed in the passenger seat. "Honey, you've been gone a while. Just wait."

Tara POV

I groaned as I walked into the familiar hallways of . Time hadn't aged the place, the blue and white tile as shiny as ever. My palms grew sweaty as I headed towards human resources.

What the hell was I doing?

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Thomas' picture showed he was on the other line causing me to eagerly answer. This was why I was here. "Mom, where are you?" My eyes darted around me. I hadn't brought myself to tell him about leaving my job behind me. But I couldn't stand being so far from him. If moving back to Charming meant being closer to my baby, so be it. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. You okay?" It just hit me he usually never called unless something big was happening.

"Yeah. Same goes for me. I'll make the trip up tonight. Do you think you can get Abel and Emily too?" My veins froze. He wanted me to gather his siblings? "You okay?" I asked again immediately growing panicky. "Yes mom, I'm fine. Look, I'll explain. I have a lot of that to do today." Thomas scoffed on the other line.

I sighed as the human resources representative, Mary, poked her head out from her office. I was late. "Shit," I mumbled, "Okay, love you Thomas. Be safe." I found myself saying that to him every chance I got. "I will mom. Love you." We hung up and I headed into the office.

Mary was kind yet strict. And a lot younger than I. She reviewed all my case studies with great amusement and pride. She was very impressed, as she should've been. I was a kick ass surgeon. "What in God's green Earth are you doing here?" She asked the question I had heard just about every day for the past week. "I'm coming back h-home." My face flushed after my stutter and Mary just nodded while continuing to read my files over.

Her eyebrow rose, "You left here 20 years ago. You were suspended back in 2011 for affiliations with the local motorcycle club the Sons of Anarchy. Are you by any chance still affiliated with them?" Mary's tone was hard to read. My mind immediately fluttered to Thomas. Then to Jax. I quickly denied any relation to the club. I didn't want that to impact this for me. Not yet.

Mary nodded and stood, "You're perfect. You certainly are over qualified for our hospital, but why is that a bad thing. Welcome back Dr. Knowles." We shook hands and my grin met hers. "Thank you so much. I don't mean to be rude but I really have somewhere to be." I let go of her hand and backed away a little. "Oh," She glanced me over but seemed to shake off whatever she felt about my awkwardness, "That's fine. I'll call you tomorrow about showing you around. Believe it or not some things have changed."

I nodded and opened the door, "Thanks again!" I then turned and rushed out as quick as possible. I had to call Abel and Emily and get them to the very place I spent so long trying to protect them from.

When Abel was 18, I told him everything. About all the things his father and I did. All about Charming, the club, and his grandparents. His hate grew deeper for his dad. Abel had never let go of how his father was never around. Although, I never really played my part in trying to date and provide him with a father figure. I never took the kids to visit him either. I refused to take my children to jail.

Abel grew up loving school. He was so bright, so unbelievably charming and brilliant. When he applied to medical school, I knew he was a shoe in. Abel graduated from University of Oregon's pre-med program and went on to study at University of Virginia's medical school to become a cardiologist. I tried my best to be close with him but he was always so focused on moving forward. Abel never lived in the moment.

Thomas was my wild one. When he learned of the Sons he couldn't wait to go see where I had grown up. To meet his grandmother. I let him simply because I owed it to him. I felt that he should know where he came from and what the club was. I never thought he'd join it. Being Teller blood, he immediately became Vice President at age 18. Just like his father. Thomas didn't speak to me for months. He knew my hatred of everything he now loves. But he spoke to Emily knowing that she'd let me know he was okay.

Emily just turned 20 years old last week. She had spent the past 2 years traveling in Europe. She was my thinker, my kind hearted sweetheart. She was my secret. Emily never asked me about her father. I never told her about my involvement or who her grandparents are. Jax had no idea she even existed. To SAMCRO Emily had been non-existent until Thomas showed up. Speaking my truths to her always intimidated me. Maybe because I was scared she would turn into me or maybe because I was afraid of her judgment of me keeping her from her family. But her brothers filled in what they could or what they wanted to. She never seemed angry at me for it.

Abel was working at University of Southern California's hospital to teach and preform surgeries. While Emily was in Los Angeles working as a reporter for a newspaper online. All of my children in one state is what pushed me to come back. Specifically to Charming because of my Thomas. I was scared to leave him to that club by himself.

As for Jax, I had not a clue where he was. I'm sure the club had kept tabs on me but Jax never had reached out. Gemma made attempts throughout the kid's lives but I had restraining orders placed on her. I managed to outsmart the Biker Queen and I was always smug about that.

When I reached my car I gave my son Abel a call. "Hey mom. I'm about to go talk to some interns. Can I call you back?" I sighed, he had been blowing me off for the past week. "No. I'm in Charming and you need to come." I tried to sound patient. Silence echoed from his end. "Abel, please." I begged. He sighed heavily and clicked his tongue, "Fine. I'll be there in about 3 hours. Where are you?" I smiled brightly, I was honestly surprised he gave so easily. "At the Hampton Inn. Call me when you're in. Love you." "Will do. Bye." Abel clicked off and I happily wiggled in my seat.

Next was Emily. She answered almost immediately, "Hey mom, Thomas called. I'm already on the way." Shit. "No he doesn't know you're there, I told him I wanted to meet him. I'm about 20 minutes away." A calmness over came me while I breathed deeply. "Awesome okay. Meet at the Hampton Inn. Love you." I started my car and Emily turned her music back up, "Okay, love you too." And with that she hung up.

I hadn't been with all three of my kids since Christmas two years ago, right after Emily graduated.

It was March 10, 2026. And I was about to see all my babies together again. Joy overwhelmed me as I made my way to the hotel.

I waited impatiently with Emily who soon joined me. We talked onan every day basis. While the boys were more direct with their phone calls, they always had a purpose. So when Thomas said he wanted us all in person, I knew shit was serious.

Just as my eyelids grew heavy enough for a nap, Abel swung my hotel room's door wide open and smiled at us. "Abel!" Emily hopped up and ran to him to smother him in a hug. "Hey Emmy," Abel ruffled her hair and he moved over to pull me in. "Hi mom." I squeezed him quickly and warmly, "Hi honey." Emily immediately dove into asking a million questions about his day and about his girlfriend. This was all news to me. My eyebrows raised to Abel at the mention of Grace. "She's good Emmy. Thanks for spilling beans." He glared at her and she laughed in return, "She would've found out anyways." Emily waved him off and continued questioning.

"Where's Thomas?" Abel cut her off and looked at me pointedly, begging for help. I smiled and I was reminded of them as young kids, Emily always trying her hardest to get the boys to talk to her. "He should-" I was cut off by the opening door. "Mom, uh…" Thomas looked at me nervously then shoved the door open a little more.

There he was. Jax Teller.

Our eyes met for the first time in 20 years and my heart fell through the floor. Jax let out an uncomfortable guttural noise.

"Jesus Thomas." Emily muttered.

Jesus Thomas, I repeated in my head.

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