Well, here it is! The final chapter to Call and Answer…

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Holy shit, is this really over? How can it be over? And how come I can't stop crying right now? Ok, I'm officially an emotional wreck. I don't want to say goodbye :) So I guess I'll just say one last time that I truly hope you enjoy reading, and once more, please review…

Chapter 20

The Future…

Stockton, 2007

Missy glanced around at her now empty apartment and was amazed by just how much life could change in the span of a month.

It had only been four weeks since that night, when Jax walked into her living room and turned her whole world upside down. Four weeks since I faced all my biggest fears. Four weeks since all my plans went out the window. Four weeks since I made the most important decision of my life…

Missy walked through each vacant room one last time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. And once she was certain she'd left nothing behind, she slipped on her jacket, slung her purse over her shoulder, and picked up the very last cardboard box. Then she stepped outside and walked to her Jeep, where she placed her purse on the passenger side before setting the box down on the backseat.

Then she turned around and walked across the parking lot to the man waiting for her on his motorcycle.

He stood up, threw his cigarette to the ground, and nodded towards the apartment. "Is that the last of it?"

She just nodded. "Yep. I've got everything I need."

He took a small step forward, placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her a little closer before looking into her eyes and smiling. "I love you."

And just like she'd done on that night four weeks earlier, Missy leaned up on her toes, placed her hands on his cheeks, and softly kissed his lips. Then she smiled back. "I love you too, Jax."

Missy pulled her Jeep into the driveway, with Jax arriving just a few seconds later on his Harley. Then she got out and waited for him to take off his helmet and walk over to her, before she glanced back towards the road. "Where's the van? I thought they were right behind you."

Juice and Half-Sack had come to Stockton that morning to help Jax load all her furniture and boxes into the TM van, and they were supposed to be bringing it all straight to the house.

Jax shrugged. "I think they got caught in some traffic. They'll probably be a little while."

Then Missy nodded before looking away from Jax and over to the little house that she'd loved with all her heart since the day she first moved into it, almost eleven years earlier. Apparently the elderly man who had been renting it from Jax had moved out several months before when, no longer able to care for himself, he had decided to go live with his son in Lodi. So since it was already vacant, Jax didn't waste any time. The morning after Missy told him she still loved him, he had the prospects cleaning and repainting, getting it ready for him and Missy to move back in as soon as possible.

And as her mind drifted to both the memories and the possibilities that the little two bedroom ranch contained, she paused to take a deep breath and blink happy tears away. Because I'm finally back, because it's really mine again, because I've never belonged anywhere the way I belong right here.

For a few blissful moments, Missy was lost in thought and in her own little world, but she was quickly pulled from her daydreams when she felt strong arms snake around her waist from behind.

Jax pulled Missy close against his chest and leaned forward, inhaling the scent of her hair before slowly trailing a path of kisses down the length of her neck. Then she felt him smirk against her skin, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "You know, I think we've got a few minutes all to ourselves. Why don't we go inside and…"

Missy just giggled before breaking away from his hold and turning to face him, playfully shaking her head as she slowly backed away. "Nope. No. Jackson, absolutely not…"

He gave her his flirtiest grin and took a few steps in her direction. "Come on, Miss. You know you want to…"

She tried not to smile but just couldn't stop herself when she saw the almost pleading, pouty look on his face. "Jax, we don't have time! Juice and Sack could walk in on us at any…"

But he just inched a little closer and slyly smiled. "I'll lock the door. And I promise, I'll make it really quick."

She took one more step back and was just about to make a run for it when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her against his chest and tickling her sides as she shrieked with laughter and half-heartedly tried to get free. But her smile started to fade as his hands drifted down to her ass and gently squeezed before bringing her a little closer so that she could feel the hardness already swelling beneath his jeans.

The air between them got heavy as they stared into each others eyes, both now dilated and suddenly hungry for each other. Then, unable to tolerate even an inch of distance between them, Missy laced her hands behind his neck, pulled his head down, and crashed her lips onto his. The kiss was heady and overwhelming, and she could feel her wetness growing with every single taste. She nipped and sucked and licked his perfect lips until she swore he almost whimpered. Then she tangled her hands in his hair and pulled a little harder than she'd intended, causing him to moan.

And it was at that point, after Missy deepened her kiss and caressed his tongue with her own, that Jax abruptly broke away and shook his head, panting. "Fuck it. I don't care if they walk in on us. I'm taking my god damn time."

Then he scooped her up off the ground like she weighed absolutely nothing, threw her over his shoulder, and smacked her ass; making her bust up in laughter all over again. Then he just carried her quickly towards the house, smiling the whole way. "Welcome home, Miss."

Jax and Missy's House, 2008

Missy looked into the full length mirror and smoothed down the front of her simple but beautiful white lace strapless dress. It went all the way down to the floor and clung tightly to every single curve on her body. And the dress, combined with the artfully arranged curls down her back and her perfectly applied makeup, made her feel prettier than she ever had in her life.

As she continued to stare at her reflection, she expected to be overcome with the anxiety and jitters that everyone always warned her about. But Missy smiled to herself when she realized that, much to her surprise, she wasn't even the tiniest bit nervous. But I guess since I've been dreaming about this day for 25 years, I've had a little time to prepare…

Then she glanced down at the small diamond solitaire that Jax had placed on her hand the very first week they were back together; the same one that he had given her nine years earlier the first time he proposed. Missy was stunned when she learned that he had held on to her engagement ring through all those years, but when she asked him why he'd kept it for so long, Jax just shrugged and said that he saved the ring for the same reason he never sold the house; because neither one could ever belong to anyone but Missy.

She was just taking a few deep breaths and running over the vows in her head one last time when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in…"

"Sweetheart, I have a few things I…" But Gemma's voice caught in her throat as she took in Missy's appearance and sighed. "Oh, Miss. You're so beautiful…"

When Missy saw the moisture welling up in her mother's eyes, she quickly shook her head and began frantically waving her hands in front of her face, trying to dry her own tears before they could fall. "God damn it, Gem. Don't start. Luann spent an hour on this eye makeup!"

Gemma just smiled before quickly drying her eyes. Then she cleared her throat and walked over to Missy, taking both of her hands in her own. "I know. I know. But I just remembered that you can't walk down the aisle without your something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue."

Missy grinned. "Well, the dress is new. My heels are blue. And I've already borrowed your bracelet. So all I need is something old."

The smile on Gemma's face softened. "I know. That's why I thought you could carry these with you. Maybe fold them up and tuck them into your bouquet." Then Gemma handed her a few small pieces of paper, slightly yellowed from age, that looked like they had been torn out of a diary.

Missy glanced down at the words and immediately recognized the handwriting. Then she just stared up at Gemma in wonder. "What is this?"

This time Gemma couldn't stop a tear from escaping. "They're some pages from one of John's journals. I found them a few months after he died, and when I read them, I knew that I had to save them for you…for a special day."

Then Missy took a shaky breath and ran her fingers over J.T.'s words before sitting down on the edge of the bed and reading.

September 20, 1992

I dreamed about Tommy again last night. He was alive and healthy and growing, playing with all the other kids his age. And his smile beamed brighter than sunshine. But then, inevitably, daylight came and I was cruelly forced to wake up and remember that he's dead.

Isn't it strange how the happiest dreams can leave you the most devastated in the morning?

So when the sun came up, and I had to face my heartache, I did the only thing in the world that seems to help me deal with my grief. I went to Tommy's old bedroom, cracked open the door, and watched my daughter sleeping.

When Missy first came to live with us, a small part of me felt like it was wrong to have her move into Tommy's bedroom, because then it wouldn't be his anymore. But I was wrong. Missy belongs there, just like she belongs in our family.

Sometimes the similarities between her and Tommy take my breath away. Just like my son, Missy is small for her age. And just like my son, she's far too quiet. But most of all, just like Tommy, Missy is good. Deep down in her soul, her heart is good and pure and loving. And every night that she sleeps in Tommy's room, breathing life inside of it once again, she reminds me that there is still hope for the world…That there's still hope for me.

Nothing will ever replace Tommy or fill the void his absence has left in my heart. But Missy is helping to heal me, and Gemma and Jackson…she's healing all of us.

I just pray that someday she'll understand what all she's given us, and just how much we love her.

By the time Missy finished reading John's words, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she didn't even bother trying to wipe them away. Then she rushed to Gemma, who was also crying, and fell into her waiting arms.

The two women just held each other for a long time, but after several minutes, Gemma dried her eyes and kissed Missy on the forehead. "I love you, sweetheart."

Missy looked up at Gemma and nodded. "I love you, too." Then she took a few deep breaths and turned to place the pages on top of her dresser, but Missy gasped in horror when she glanced up at her mirror and saw the thoroughly destroyed state of her makeup. "Oh shit, Gem! Look at me! I'm a mess!"

Gemma just grinned and kissed her on the top of her head before quickly stepping back towards the door. "Don't worry. I'll go get Luann. She'll have it all reapplied and perfect in a few minutes."

But before Gemma could leave the room, Missy looked over to her once more. "Gem?"

"Yeah?"

"I just…" She swallowed back her tears and smiled. "Thank you."

Gemma just stared at Missy for a few more seconds, love and pride beaming from her eyes, before simply smiling back and softly closing the door.

About 20 minutes later, Missy was peeking through the curtains that covered her sliding glass door, staring out at the small group of people sitting in the chairs that had been set up in her back yard. They had been arranged so that a small aisle existed down the middle of the rows, and the prospects had built a pretty wooden archway at the end that was covered in white fabric and wildflowers. All the people she cared about were milling around in the grass; talking to each other, smoking a few cigarettes, and drinking some beers. And Missy smiled when she realized that it was all even more perfect than she'd imagined.

Gemma had been a little disappointed when Missy told her she didn't want a big wedding, just something small and simple at the house. The queen just couldn't understand why Missy wouldn't want a huge, elaborate party that would be celebrated by the entire MC. But Missy explained that, on the most important day of her life, she only wanted to see close friends and family; the people who she loved with all her heart and who she knew loved her the exact same way.

Of course Jax had no opinion on the wedding at all. As soon as he put the ring back on her finger, the only thing he cared about was signing the papers and making it official. He tried to convince her to go to Reno that night, desperate after so many years apart to finally be able to call her his wife. But Missy just said no. Because even though she wanted to get married just as much as he did, she knew in her heart that it wouldn't be right until all of the people they loved could be a part of their day.

So Missy had insisted on waiting for as long as they needed to, and as she stared out to the yard a few minutes later and watched Donna walking slowly down the aisle to the beat of the music, she knew without a doubt that it had been worth it.

It had taken over a year, but after several surgeries, countless hours of speech therapy, and 13 months of grueling physical rehabilitation, Donna Winston had almost completely recovered. Sure, she had the slightest limp on her left side, and her short term memory wasn't quite yet where it needed to be. But she was alive; alive and strong and happy and beautiful. And today she was Missy's matron of honor.

Her eyes followed Donna all the way to the end of the aisle. Then Missy smiled widely as sweet little Ellie started walking down the same path, sprinkling flower petals along the way with a giggling Abel toddling down the aisle right beside her, holding the ring pillow.

But when the kids finally reached their destination and the music suddenly changed, Missy blew out a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and stared up at the man who was about to give her away. "Ok, that's my cue. Let's get this show on the road, Winston."

Opie gazed down at his sister and smiled before motioning his head towards the front door. "You know, it's not too late. Say the word and we can sneak out the back. I'll have you on my bike and out of here before anyone even knows you're gone."

Missy just smiled and laughed because she knew that Ope was only half joking. Then she just shrugged and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, I mean, I'm already in the dress and the food's all been paid for, so I should probably just go and get it over with."

They grinned at each other for a few seconds, but then something in Opie's expression changed as his smile got a little smaller. Then he just leaned down, placed a warm hand on the side of Missy's face, and softly kissed her forehead. "I love you, Miss."

She placed her fingers over the hand that still rested on her cheek and leaned into his touch before blinking the tears away from her eyes and nodding. "I know. I love you, too."

Then Opie smiled down at her one more time before walking over to the door, sliding it open, and holding his arm out for her to take. "Ok, Shorty. It's now or never. Are you ready?"

Missy just grinned as she took a few steps forward, looped her arm through his, and then looked up at her best friend's face. Then she just winked and smiled. "I got this."

Jax and Missy's House, 2009

Missy's hands were shaking as she stepped out of the small bathroom and started walking nervously towards the kitchen. But when she looked over at the table and saw Abel giggling in his high chair and throwing Cheerios at Jax, she let out the breath she'd been holding and just grinned. The sight of her husband and son together always made Missy smile.

Jax was sitting in one of the chairs beside Abel, trying without success to get their little boy to stop throwing his sippy cup onto the floor, when he looked over at his wife and grinned. "Morning, baby."

She tried to control the anxiousness in her voice and smiled back. "Good morning." Then she walked over to where they were sitting and kissed Abel on the top of his head before leaning down and planting a slow, sweet kiss on Jax's lips.

When she pulled away, Jax wrapped one of his arms around Missy's waist and looked up at her face with concern. "How are you feeling? Do you still think you're coming down with something?"

Then Missy just smiled as happy tears welled up in her eyes. "Um, no…I, I was wrong. I'm not sick. It's something else." Then with a trembling hand, she reached forward and placed the pregnancy test on the table in front of him.

Jax stared down at the bright pink line for just a few seconds, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he quickly stood up and circled his arms around Missy's waist; lifting her off the ground a few inches and holding her close, smiling even as his own tears started to fall.

They just held each other for a few minutes as they cried, both lost in the moment and totally speechless. But Jax slowly eased Missy back to the floor when he heard his son starting to whimper.

Missy quickly turned away from Jax and unstrapped Abel from his highchair. Then she lifted him into her arms, kissed his cheek, and held him close; comforting him with a soothing, quiet voice. "It's ok, angel. Mommy's here. Everything's ok. What's wrong, little man?"

Abel's chin was quivering as he looked up at Missy and shook his head. "Mommy and Daddy are sad."

Missy just laughed and shook her head before kissing her son again. "No, sweetheart. We're not sad." Then she looked over at the love of her life and father of her children and smiled through her tears. "Mommy and Daddy are so, so happy."

Jax and Missy's House, 2010

Early morning sun was just starting to creep through the blinds when Missy slowly opened her eyes. She glanced over to the alarm clock and saw that it was barely six in the morning, and then she reached over to the other side of the bed for her husband. But although the sheets were still warm, it was empty.

Missy carefully threw back her covers and quietly climbed out of bed. Then she threw on a nightgown over her naked body before silently inching her way to the bassinet that stood just a few feet away. Then she just smiled and stared, never able to get enough of the sight of her newborn daughter.

Serena Madock Teller was already almost two months old, and completely perfect in every way. As soon as they found out they were having a girl, Missy and Jax had chosen "Madock" because it was Gemma's maiden name, and they both wanted to honor the woman who meant everything to them. But after months of looking at baby books, neither one of them could decide on a first name. That is, until Jax finally found the name "Serena" and saw that it meant "peace and tranquility." Then he smiled and told Missy that it was the perfect thing to call their little girl, because only his wife and children brought peace and serenity to his complicated life of chaos.

Missy contentedly watched her daughter sleeping for a few more minutes. Then she tip-toed out of the room and down the hallway, carefully opening the door to Abel's room just wide enough to see that he was tucked up under his covers, still fast asleep. Then she quietly closed the door again and walked towards the kitchen where she knew she'd find her husband.

When she stood in the doorway and saw him pacing, Missy quickly walked up to Jax and wrapped her arms around his waist. Then she kissed his lips before pulling back a few inches, just enough to raise her hand to the front of his kutte and run her fingers over the new President patch that she had just sewn on the night before.

They knew it had been coming for months. Clay had been to specialist after specialist, but no matter what therapies he tried or shots he received or pills he was prescribed, the arthritis became too much to handle and he was finally forced to admit that he just couldn't ride anymore. And as bad as Missy felt for her stepdad having to give up his bike and his gavel, she couldn't deny the happiness she felt for the man standing in front of her who, for the first time today, would finally be sitting at the head of the redwood table.

When she looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes and saw the anxiety staring back, she just shook her head and kissed him once more. One look at him and she knew exactly what he was feeling. "Hey, don't second guess yourself. You're ready for this. You've always been ready for this. And I'm so proud of you."

Jax took her hands in his and stared into her eyes for a long time. Then a look of regret flashed across his face before he averted his gaze down to the floor. "Listen. I know when I first became VP, I let it change me. And the stupid choices I made back then almost destroyed us. But I swear it'll be different this time, Miss. I swear I'll…"

But Missy just took a small step forward and placed a hand on his jaw, guiding his eyes back to hers as she gently shook her head. "Don't. Don't do that. None of that matters anymore, ok?" Then she waited for him to nod before she softly smiled. "We made it, Jax. We made it, and we're together, and we finally have the life that we were always meant to have. Nothing's ever going to change that…nothing."

The devotion Missy saw staring back at her nearly took her breath away, but she sighed when Jax pulled her close against his chest and tucked her head under his chin. "That's good baby, because I know that I can't do this without you."

Missy placed a gentle kiss on the side of his neck before pulling back just far enough to meet his gaze. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and shook her head. "I'll be right here, right here beside you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, you'll never have to go through this alone."

Then she just held him a little closer and softly smiled. "I love you, Jackson. I'm always gonna love you, and I am never going to leave you again."

The End