Margaret was sitting at her desk when there was a frantic knock at the door.

"Yes?" She called up, getting to her feet, prepared to respond to some sort of chaos elsewhere in the hospital.

"Mrs. Murphy have you heard?" A young ER nurse asked as she burst into the room.

"No." Margaret drew out. "What happened?"

"They just brought in Jax Teller!" The younger woman exclaimed. "He died." She finished more quietly.

"What?" Margaret asked moving to stand in front of the woman. "How?" She asked resisting the urge to grab the nurse by the arms and shake the information out of her.

"A gunshot wound to the chest." She began, at Margaret's look she continued hastily. "The paramedics who brought him in said he was awake and alert at the scene, but fading fast. He refused to be taken anywhere but here. They said he would've had a chance if he'd let them bring him to another hospital, but one of his biker friends was in the ambulance with him to make sure the paramedics brought him here."

"I understand." Margaret said, waving away the other woman before looking up towards the ceiling. "This is where you felt closest to her." She dropped her gaze back to the manila envelope on her desk and lowered herself slowly into her chair. She took a deep breath and carefully opened the envelope. Margaret pulled out multiple DVD cases, some of which she instantly recognized as labeled with Tara's graceful handwriting and others, labeled in a messier more masculine scrawl. She noted a key with a note attached, identifying a safety deposit box where journals could be found. She set the DVD's and key aside and turned her attention to the stack of papers underneath and pulled them out.

Margaret silently read over the words, her mouth moving over each syllable, the feeling of shock and awe taking over her body with each word.

"Oh my god." She said softly as she put the document down. She sat back in her chair; still in shock over the gift that Jackson Teller had left her, the trust that he put in her.

Margaret slowly gathered up the papers and discs, putting them back into the manila envelope and sealing it before placing it inside her briefcase. She gathered up her bag in a daze as she left the office and made her way through the hospital to the daycare.

She nodded at the assistant before waving to get Abel's attention who eagerly ran over to say hello.

"Ready to go?" Margaret asked with a sad smile as she accepted Thomas from one of the other girls.

"Where's daddy?" Abel asked looking around even as he grasped Margaret's hand.

"Daddy wanted you to stay with me for a little while. How would you like that?" Margaret asked, her throat tightening as she tried to fight off the turmoil of emotions within her.

"Okay." Abel easily agreed, accustomed to Margaret's presence.

Margaret led Abel outside, Thomas in his carrier in her other hand and moved over to one of the benches to wait for her husband. She got to her feet when she saw the familiar car, opening the door and guiding Abel to a seat while her husband came around and transferred Thomas from the carrier to the car seat that he had just put into the car after her call.

Hours later, with both boys settled into their beds for the evening, lists made of all the things they would either need to buy or get from Jax's MC, Margaret and her husband finally sat down to discuss the huge responsibility that they just agreed to take on.

As Margaret pulled out the manila envelope to show the legal documents to her husband a letter that she failed to notice before fell out.

As her husband read over the documents, Margaret unfolded the letter.

Dear Margaret,

Tara trusted you more than anyone in the world, even myself at the end. I know taking on our boys is a huge thing to ask, but the more I thought about it, the more I agreed with Tara, that you would offer our boys the best home. They have both been through such hell already, I know you will be able to give them stability in a way I never could. You can love them without your own sins hanging over that love.

Please love them, please give them a home, a place where they can grow up and make their own decisions for their future. Please tell them about us, about the parents who loved them so much that we sacrificed everything for them. Please tell them about their mother, who was such an amazing woman. Their mother who saved Abel's life, who brought Thomas into the world and was willing to give up everything to save them from making the same mistakes as their father. To give them freedom for their future.

Please tell them about their father, about how much I loved them and their mother. How I wished for so much more, so much better for them.

I entrust my family to your care Margaret, and I do so knowing that you will give them a good home and a future that they can choose.

Jax Teller

Margaret wiped away the tears that coursed down her cheeks as she read Jax's words.

"Margaret?" Abel's small voice came from behind her. Margaret started, wiping hastily at her eyes again before turning to Abel. "Yes dear?"

"I'm thirsty." He said hesitating at the doorway.

"Well we should do something about that don't you think?" Margaret asked with a smile as she got up and moved towards Abel picking him up in her arms and holding him close.

Author's Note: Well guys, this is it. I really only see Margaret as someone who can give the boys a "normal" life. Every other possibility has too many connections to the club and the past. I think Margaret will make sure the boys have a good life, and make sure they know who their parents were, how much they loved them and how much they sacrificed for them.

Thank you so much for sticking with me and this story, all of your reviews and feedback kept me going!

P.S. That being said *spoiler alert*, have you guys seen what the latest that came out of comic con? It better be Sutter trying to get a rise out of people and not the actual segment or I swear I'm throwing heavy objects at the television and not finishing the final season. Feel free to message me to discuss, I don't want to spoil anyone in the reviews who doesn't want to be spoiled.