Young Gods ( Cyrano x Daleeria)

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax woke up to the sound of his phone going off and let out a groan as the early morning light came in through the one window in their upstairs, attic bedroom. It felt like every part of his body was sore in some form and that his head had just hit the pillow. It was alright though, because tangled in his arms was the sexiest woman in the world to him. Looking down at the wild red hair resting on his chest he smiled and tried to slip out of her grip without waking her up, failing but not too badly. Reaching out he looked at his phone screen and saw two things, first was that his mother was calling. Second, that it was 7:59 in the morning on a Saturday. His mother had never been able to sleep in to a normal hour and never expected him too either now that he was a parent of two.

"Hey ma, what's up?" He asked climbing from the bed, his bare feet hitting the hardwood floor, his legs protested the weight of his body but he ignored their complaints so that he could move farther away from the bed so that he could let Scarlet sleep a little more. She had been working pretty hard the last few months with Isabella becoming even more of a handful as she approached her first birthday. Between that, the stress of him taking over Gayle's position on the Street and her going back to work sooner than Jax thought was necessary it had been a pretty exhausting time for his queen.

"Not much honey, just got up early and decided to run and grabbed some groceries and wanted to let you know I was planning on stopping by around nine to drop off some stuff for you and the kids. I was planning on hitting Scozio's, the corner store and maybe that new donut place out in the Heights. Anything you guys need in particular?" his mom had been living off his dad's pension, the gun trade and Gayle's guilt money for fifteen years now and she had learned to make it pretty well. Her basement was better stalked than most prepper bunkers and she seemed to have found some friends who made couponing an art. the woman was tough though, tough enough that most of the people on the Street knew not to fuck with her even though she wasn't in charge of anything. Jax smiled hearing his mom talking as he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and part limping, part walking towards the alcove beside the window.

he and Scar had apparently been too tired to bother and try getting him dressed once they were done last night, which made sense considering everything that had gone down. Which explained why he was totally naked as he came to his window that looked out over 13th Street and looked down at his home. opening the window he slipped one of his cigarillos into his mouth and lit it, practically sticking out the window. He smoked a special brand of hand-rolled, pure tobacco cigarettes that were vanilla-flavored and supposedly healthier for you to smoke than normal cigarettes. Despite this supposed healthier nature, he still wasn't risking anything while Scarlet was breast feeding, smoking as far out of the house as possible and blowing his smoke away as well. It had been tough, not being able to party with his ride or die girl since she had found out she was pregnant, but he had made do.

"I think we're good on most things, so more of the usual would be good. Izzy is low on diapers, and I wouldn't say no to a dozen donuts for breakfast. I definitely deserve an award after last night." He said with a smile on his voice as he felt the smoke do its work. Last night he had been in the Pits, an underground fightclub where no-holds were barred and people paid good money to see men beat each other half to death for a take from the house and a percentage of the money bet. Jax had been fighting there since he turned 18 and he had the scars to prove it. right now his knuckles looked more like blood than scar and he had bruises all over his chest from the pounding he had taken, plus a good cut under his nose, a swollen lip and a nice bruise on the left-side of his face. The fight had gone his way though and he had cleared $10,000 before going into the house's take which they would get to him later today.

"Jesus Jacob, I thought you were going to be done with that shit now that you're doing Gayle's work." his mom said, smart enough not to say anything incriminating on the phone. She was the only one who got to call him Jacob " Yeah I am, I am. I just need to help make us whole for the time being, get the house Scar and the kids deserve and then I'm done with it. Hell, Scar doesn't even have a car she can use half the time. Once some money roles in from that new investment I'll stick to working at the Club and taking my owner's cut from everything else. Don't worry, it's not like I lose anymore." Jax said with the confidence of youth as he worked his cigarette down to its butt, slowly but surely.

"You just remember, she can't be your queen if your brain is hamburger kid. Don't want teenagers searching for your girl under the tag MILF on Pornhub. You know Joan would put her in front of the camera in seconds if she knew she needed the money." Joan was Jax's godmother, Scarlet's boss, and Kate's best friend. She was also Gayle's wife and effectively the Queen of the Streets, even if the old King was now doing twenty-five to life inside Denne. joan wouldn't do it to be malicious, but to help them with money and Jax knew it. He knew Scarlet had slipped under the camera from time to time, but nothing too bad or anything.

"Yeah, ma I know. Don't worry. She's staying behind the camera. Promise." He almost said more, but just smiled. After getting out of the ring and getting patched up, he had collected his winnings, smoked some weed, drank some whiskey to dull the pain and driven home. He hadn't told her the results, though it was obvious he won, but there was a big bag of cash sitting on their dresser and he had come home and pounded her almost as hard as he'd hit his opponent. he had damn near broke the bed before laying into the bed spent and satisfied with her in his arms. "Good, I'll see you in an hour, love you." "Love you too ma." Jax said and then hung up the phone, knocking the ash off his cigarette and then turning towards the bed, putting the butt into his ash tray before giving Scarlet's ass a playful squeeze.

"Fuck, what did you do to me last night, babe?" He joked as he groaned and lay back down in the bed, whispering glass to enjoy the silence of both of his kids sleeping in for once. He had heard the covers move back when he had turned back from looking out into the street, so he knew she was awake. What he didn't know was how much of the conversation she had heard.

Disclaimer: As of 12/23/23 all current posts have been brought up to date with BMR's adjustment to Rule #4. For any questions or concerns feel free to reach out politely.

 

[Daleeria]

To tell the truth, Scarlet had been conscious for almost ten minutes before the phone started making a racket. She was exhausted, which is exactly why she chose not to move or acknowledge the fact that she was awake even when he moved. It didn’t stop her from being mildly annoyed by the fact his phone was going off. It couldn’t have been an hour or two that they had finally run out of steam, right? Part of her was relieved it was just his mother; it meant that he’d wander away for the conversation and she could milk five more minutes out of her warm spot in bed that still smelled like him. The part that annoyed her was that he was so very warm and she had been quite happy pretending she was still passed out.

While he was on the phone she took stock of how sore she was. It had been a week since she had gotten any, and she already knew he had won by the way he had picked her up and tossed her on the bed and gave the fucking of a lifetime. She would definitely need a shower before she did anything else for the day… they had crashed as soon as they had finished. The sheets would probably need a washing as soon as she was up and out of bed, as he had come home bloody and bruised. She could almost FEEL the hand print on her left ass cheek, and her hips were sore from the work they had been put through.

“Ugh, I’d prefer if you didn’t touch that particular ass cheek for at least an hour,” a muffled voice emerged from the pillow as she rolled over to face him, a small smirk on her face. “Listen, you’re the one who decided that the last two days you were going to do all your workouts at home and I had to sit here and just drool over your sweaty ass body without any form of release. I told you there would be retribution for that.”

“Your mom giving you crap about fighting again? Last time she dropped clothes off for Izzy she said she was worried about me ending up on PornHub under ‘MILF’. She nearly flipped when I told her that Joan said I wasn’t quite a MILF yet, and there’s a way better niche for red heads in the lesbian sector. I guess it made her feel like me and Joan had talked about it,” which they had but it had been in a half joking manner. It wasn’t like Scarlet hadn’t considered it, after all it was a decent pay cut if she was good. Which she already knew she was; the man laying in bed with her was proof. Jax wasn’t into any vanilla bitch.

She lay her head back on his chest, closing her eyes and listening to the beat of his heart. They were alive today, and all was good in her world for right now. She knew it’d probably be another hour before either of the kids were up with as late as they had been awake. “What time is your mom going to be over at? I’m assuming that’s why she was calling at eight in the damn morning?”

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Oh, and what if I want to make that cheek clap?" Jax whispered into her ear as they returned to a similar position to where they were when he had awoken. They both knew he was talking big this morning though. He was practically useless for anything but being on his back the morning after a hard fight, and going off how his face and chest looked, that fight had been hard indeed. Jax had stopped telling her who he was going up against since she had told him he was pregnant, not because he was keeping secrets from her, but because he didn't want her to worry. As his name got bigger and bigger, and now that he was the new leader of the Regs it was as big as it could get in some circles, he was facing some of the best in the underground fighting circle on the West Coast.

When she asked about his mom he nodded wrapping his left arm around her as she rested her red hair on his chest, his heart pumping quietly beneath her ear. "Yeah, she mentioned that too. " He paused looking down at her as his cock noticeably reacted to her mentioning lesbian work. It wasn't like he didn't know she was joking, he just smiled naughtily at the images that conjured. And of course his cock never rested long when she was around. "She said around nine, which as you know means closer to nine thirty." He said smirking and running his left hand down her back. The blood of the wounds matching her hair as he ran circles over where the wings meet between her shoulder blades.

Kate Jackson was a practical woman. She had met Jax's father at that most romantic of ghetto meet cutest, the liquor store at the corner she worked at the counter of when she was eighteen. He had been about eight years older and had just come back home from Bosnia after spending most of his early adult life in the Marines he had gone reserves and was just looking to spend his first weekend back drinking and getting his dick wet. One thing led to another and a little less than a year later she was pregnant and they were married. Then cute baby Jax had come along a lot of other shit had gone down. The typical ghetto romance.

He lay there with her in his arms for another fifteen minutes or so, but as he felt himself starting to drift off again he forced his eyes open looking at the ceiling. "Babe, I know you wouldn't leave this spot right now for a thousand dollars, but I will literally pay you ten thousand dollars to help me get clean enough for when my mom gets here and maybe a handjob." Jax said using his own tongue and cheek way of letting her know how much money he had made upfront for the fight. He was looking forward to hearing her reaction to that.

 

[Daleeria]

"Hmmm..." Scarlet was suddenly fully on top of him, straddling his hips with his cock pressed against her pussy. Her mouth dropped open at his words, knowing very well what he was getting at. Finally she smirked. "Ten thousand for a hand job and a bath?"

That was a very nice amount of money for the damage to his body, and some good loving and home cooking would fix that up fairly quickly. It was a damn good thing she had all day around the house to baby him. "Listen, I'll make you a deal. You can keep your money. I'll get a babysitter tonight, pump plenty of milk for Izzy for tonight and tomorrow, and we can go out and REALLY celebrate."

What she wouldn't kill for a drink right about now. "And I'll still help you get clean and what kind of woman would I be if I just gave you a hand job after bringing in that much cash?" there was a light grind of her hips that accompanied this as she made it clear she was ready for round two.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax let out a grunt, both of pleasure and of pain, as she climbed atop him and straddled him. Of course, with them there wasn't much difference between the two at the best of times. He could feel her wet pussy pressed against his cock and knew exactly what her actions meant. And his eyes and lips showed he had no objections to it, even before she started talking.

Going out. They hadn't really been able to go out in months. Of course, what that looked like had changed since her pregnancy. She hadn't been able to go as hard as she used to, and now he had guys watching his back pretty much at all times. But damn did the idea of going out like old times get him hard. The idea of spending time with her, of reminding both of them that even though they now had two kids to take care of and adult responsibilities that they were still young, hot and full of energy, was one that brought a big smile to his face.

Jax smiled as her hips ground against him at the mention of just giving him a handjob, of course the little redhead knew she had all the power in the situation. He would need a good day of her babying him for him to be back in full form to give her the ride of her life later on at night. And he knew she would love every moment of it. His answer for her was a playful grin as he looked at her breasts, one of his favorite changes from the pregnancy, and then looked down to the diamond he had given her to decorate her holiest of holies. The only diamond he'd said he'd ever give her.

"If ten grand gets you this wet, no wonder all your friends are whores." Jax teased gripping her hips tight and pressing her against his throbbing cock. Of course his jaw didn't hurt enough to stop him from being a smart ass. "That sounds like a pretty fucking good deal." He answered seriously, wondering how bad his face actually looked after a night of rest. His opponent sure had given him a few good hits last night.

 

[Daleeria]

"My friends are 'adult entertainers', thank you very much," she chastised playfully, all the while still smirking down. Going out sounded wonderful... Really for the last twenty months since she initially realized she had gotten pregnant, she hadn't done much else other than work, carry a baby around who was now almost officially a toddler, and keep their house as clean as she could manage with the kids around. Her carefree years of day drinking and getting high with her man had faded since then... They had mouths to feed, especially her, and she had been determined to keep Izzy off formula for as long as she was producing milk.

They definitely could use some party time, and she was still wound up from a week without his dick. Really she tortured herself this way; sure she could probably get her kicks elsewhere, but she wasn't that type of girl. When they had started fucking on a serious level she had committed to being dedicated only to him. What she had for him was real, and deep. Not only had he been her 'first love', but in a lot of ways he was the first real friend she made after transferring to public school.

Now he was her King.

It was so easy to slip him back inside of her and start rocking her hips. "Mmm... It's kinda hot watching you lay there helpless while I do whatever I want to you..." she let out a soft moan of delight as she began to work her hips harder. She was still sore from last night, but that just added to the aching feeling inside of her.

A bonus of breastfeeding for so long was that her chance of pregnancy had been significantly reduced over this time. As a fundamental she didn't believe in birth control, and she didn't feel like she needed it especially being with only one now. She had been bopping on dicks since she was 16, and Izzy was her first pregnancy... She always figured if they ended up with more kids than they could handle, they would discuss such a thing.

"besides, I don't need money to get me wet. I have the sexiest King a woman could ask for to do the trick," she leaned down and kisses him before grinning.

Her hips shifted back then and she increased her pace, locking eyes as she rode her stallion. Scarlet was... Well she was a noisy bitch. Jax brought that out in her; every inch of his cock filled her in a way that no other man (or woman with a strap on) had ever done. She understood she couldn't always provide the "services" he needed, but she did her best to keep him satisfied because he was the only one who satisfied her. "Fuck, Jax. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this dick of yours."

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Oooooh." Jax sighed as his cock slid inside her pussy gain, slid back inside where it belonged. He had been with countless girls since he had first lost it at thirteen with a girl who worked at Phantasie's, and being with Scarlet hadn't stopped him from being with other girls. But not matter how many side bitches he had been with at the end of the day, the body that made him feel most right was hers. He bucked up a little under her as she started to work, wincing slightly but doing his best to give her a good ride while still sore.

His hands slid to her hips, running up her soft pale sskin, cupping her breasts while she leaned down to kiss him. The one downside to her breastfeeding was her not being able to keep the piercings in all the time, but he was glad to find them there when his thumbs found her nipples. Honestly it was a miracle she hadn't got knocked up by him or some other guy way sooner. Surprising everyone, Jax had taken to being a father again really well. A lot of JJ's early years he had trusted his upbringing to his mom, Jaide and Scarlet, but he'd been as active in Izzy's early life as one would expect a gang leader to be.

She was right though, it was hot watching her be in control for once.

"You know just what to say to get me to paint your womb again don't you baby?" Jax teased, squeezing her breasts and rolling his thumbs over her nipples. He bucked under her softly, but this was all her game right now. Whatever she wanted, whatever speed and hardness that she chose, she got right now. She was his queen, his bitch, his love and she was going to get to enjoy her ride as much as she wanted. They both knew she had fucking earned it after everything she'd done for the last twenty months.

 

[Daleeria]

There was something about the way that he had no real choice but to just let her assume control after a fight that turned her on. It wasn’t that his face was bruised up, or he was too sore to move… She just really enjoyed giving him a reminder of why her pussy was god and not someone else’s. For now she kept up a slow rhythm but she made sure he went as deep as possible with every stroke.

When she had initially gotten her nipples pierced, the last thing on her mind had been breast feeding. She had removed them half way into the pregnancy because just the feeling of her silk bras on her already over sensitive nips had been causing her to basically cum every time she had moved. Since then it had been a struggle of keeping them in so that she didn’t have to re-pierce them later and feeding her child. She always made a point to slip them in before nights like these when she knew he was going to come home, fuck her brains out and then wake up and possibly fuck her brains out more. The nicest of surprises for him to find when he was fully aware.

The low roar of pleasure began to build and she leaned back, bracing herself on his thighs before beginning to speed up even further. She kept up the deep penetration, loving the feeling of him smashing against her cervix every time she brought her hips down to meet his. This was her marking her territory; even when his dick was in other women it was hers. “I don’t even have to say anything. My body does the talking for me,” she grabbed his hand and placed it on her mound. As far as she was concerned the diamond clit ring that decorated her lower region was all the diamond ring she needed. Sure, traditional marriage had sort of an appeal to her Christian values… but nothing about their relationship was conventional and a legal document just seat a weight of expectation on how other people viewed their behavior…

Their relationship transcended a white dress and a piece of paper saying she could take his last name. He was her partner-in-crime, and she was his ride-or-die. At the very end of it all they stood together and everyone else was just temporary.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Variety is the very spice of life. That vies it all its flavor." Jax had actually taken the time to look up what poem that was from at one point, one of the many things that differentiated him from the average gang banger and fuck boi, but he could not for the life of him remember what it was at the moment. Sure he would hoe around like no one's business, thing's had certainly got tense during some of the pregnancy months between her hormones and his, but it was moments like this that reminded him of why he came back home to her nice wet pussy.

As she leaned back and grabbed his thighs he watched her body curve, and grunted with each deep dicking they gave each other. She was the one for him, the Bonnie to his Clyde, and even after they were gone the Street would still be talking about the wild ride that was Jax and Scar. He let her guide his hand to her mound, his fingers rubbing circles on that shiny clit ring he had given her nearly three years ago, not long after he had gotten out of prison. Fuck he had missed her when he was on the inside. His other hand squeezed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he worked his cock inside or her, okay she was doing most of the work this morning, and watched it slip in and out of her tight walls.

His eyes went glazed for a second from the pleasure and the joy of just being with her, mixed a little bit with the pain that came with the rocking of the bed. When they did he pictured her with two more tattoos. A "Lucky You" like Harley Quinn's on her hips/abs, damn they had fucked so hard after going to see Margot Robbie in those movie's, and he hadn't even bothered to hide why. The other was an "owned" in black right above her pussy. He was more curious about her response to that one than serious about her actually getting it.

He lost focus for a second and nearly fucked up, but his mind slipped back for a moment before thinking about JJ's basketball games for a second. They both knew he had almost blown his laod way too early, which was just a testament to how good she was riding him and how sensitive he was after a fight. "Shit sorry babe, that was a clsoe one." He said smiling that devilish smile at her to apologize for almost cumming before she was done playing with him.

 

[Daleeria]

The thing she loved most was the way he stared at her when they were fucking like this. She didn't have to wonder if his full attention was on her, because his eyes never left her body. Her mouth dropped open as he began to mess with her clit, her head dropping back. The extra attention had her on the edge, and apparently she wasn't the only one. "If you would have cum before I was done with you, I'm pretty sure I could get you ready to go again in five minutes... but that's okay... I'm going to reward you for your patience now," she leaned forward, pulling that tight pussy off of his cock and kissing him passionately. He was a good man, and a great father as far as a gang member really could be. Yes she was a part of it too, but they were more forgiving to the women raising the next generation of their organization... because as far as everyone was concerned this was a family business and that meant making sure the family was taking care of first. That meant as hard as she worked, she knew Jax was out there putting his life (and face) on the line just to make sure they could all survive.

A lot of women would have simply thought that by being there, letting their man fuck them and cooking them and keeping their home was payment enough... but Scarlet didn't feel the same. She was constantly looking for ways to show him that he was her one above all... and at a much younger age she had bulked at the simple thought of it... but now she grasped his slick hard member and pressed it against her asshole, grinning down at him. "You've earned this, my King," she leaned down and clamped her mouth down on his neck, gently sucking on the skin there and leaving the slightest of hickies; no one would question another bruise right now anyways. As she did this she slowly lowered herself back down on him, this time with his cock spreading an even tighter hole for him to cum inside.

Anal wasn't something she did every day; up until her pregnancy she had never given it a second thought... however the pregnancy had brought soreness and sensitivity in areas that she had never wanted and that had complicated their sex life, especially in the early months. It had taken some research and convincing, but right around his birthday that year she decided to finally giving the thing he had literally been begging for since they had started having sex. The pregnancy had only enhanced that particular asset, and he had become even more determined to give it. So she did what any loyal, reasonable woman would do: she gave into the one thing he craved most. Now she found it enjoyable, even if it meant she was going to be sore for the rest of the day afterwards. The look on his face every time he realized he was getting a special treat was pure gold to her.

Her hand reached down to her pussy and she began to finger fuck herself at the same pass she was riding his dick, her moans getting louder as she worked closer to orgasm. It was a miracle the kids hadn't woken up yet, but she could never be quiet when he was inside her... it had gotten them caught more than once. "Fuck, Jax..." by now red hair was drenched with sweat and stuck to her shoulders and engorged breasts, conjuring up the most erotic image of a goddess getting her worship through the most primal of acts. Her head dropped back and she quivered on top of him as she reached her climax. That didn't stop the movement of her hips though; she would not stop moving until he buried his cock deep in her ass and held her in place. "Fill my ass with cum, baby, show me how much you love your dirty little slut."

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

His eyes sparkled when she mentioned the word "reward" and his suspicions were confirmed when he felt her tight pussy slide back up his cock and off. Her new use of anal as a reward or special treat was one of the best things that had come from the pregnancy. Okay, maybe he wouldn't admit that outloudsince it made him sound like the other redhead in the house didn't have him just as much around her finger. His lips pressed against hers hungrily and his tongue slid into her mouth, dominating her own in her mouth. He groaned playfuly when she pushed off and spoke to himm again before sliding her mouth to his neck and lowering her tight, puckered hole over his tip and sliding down his cock.

Litreally from the moment he ahd learned she was a "former Catholic school girl" he had been teasing her and begging her to let him put it in her back door, even when ehe was dating Jaide and before the three of them fell into the twisted mess that had been their relationship the first year of JJ's life. And she had never given in, even when he had just gotten out of prison. but now, now he was King and he got what he deserved. As she left a little hickey on his neck and pushed down until their hips hit again, And then he bucked up and tried to keep pace with her. But in the end she still did most of the work. And they both seemed to love it.

She was a goddess riding his cock with her soaked red hair and her sweat flowing down her smooth skin and onto his body. She was definitely going to be cleaning the sheets with everything they've done in it since last night. His hands slid down her sides as she finger-fucked her pussy while he pounded her ass. She was his Aphrodite and he was going to make her scream. He felt her body shake and her ass clench as she started to cum on her own fingers. It was amazing that JJ and Izzy hadn't been woken up by the sound of their fucking. Of course, JJ had learned how to turn on the TV and the PS4 so that's where he probably went immediately after waking up.

his lips wanted to form words, to tell her he loved her and how she was his dirty little slut. how she would always be his little slut and how he would make sure she never forgot it. But as he tried to formm those words his ass clenched and his balls tightened in the best type of orgasm, shooting his seed deep into her ass, cumming inside her for the second time in six hours at most. He thrust up into her slowing down slighty as he finally dropped his body against the sheets, well and truly drained and spent. Ordinarily, when he was done with a woman, he'd find it hottest if they cleaned him off, but he didn't push for that after anal with her. He just looked up at her and smiled that golden smile he gave her when she and he were one in mind and body.

"Fuck." He whispered looking up at her. He was all hers, he was hers all day. One of the benefits she got from mornings like this. Until he was properly recovered he might as well be her little bitch.

 

[Daleeria]

Nothing made her feel more complete than the groans and manly sound that came from him when he was pumping a nice hot load into her. That was how she knew it was a job well done. Out of all of the responsibilities that she had in this relationship, pleasing him was by far her favorite and second most important.

There were two little ones that had top priority, and everyone knew it. When she had moved in and taken on JJ full time she had made it abundantly clear that nothing was more important than his happiness and safety to her, even above and beyond Jax. The very moment she had handed Izzy off to Jax, she once again reminded him that her children were always number one.

The red head relaxed and lay her body down on his, trying to be aware of any injuries as she did so. “Speechless, just the way I like you,” there was the widest and most innocent of grins on her face, as if she hadn’t just rocked his world with her most private of places. Even now she could feel the cum starting to leak out of her ass.

But now, they had even less time to clean up and tend to his wounds before his mom showed up, and god damn did her boobs ACHE for some one-on-one time with Izzy, especially after the surge of sexual hormones. “Come on, we need a shower and I need to patch you up and make you look a little less rough before the kids see you. You know how JJ gets when you’re bloodied up,” she finally got off of him after a few final minutes of enjoying the warmth of his body. As she passed by the mirror she realized just how much he had wrecked her last night; while one hand print was nearly invisible due to her hip tattoo, the opposite hip clearly had the markings of hard gripping on it. “Well… damn… I really wish I remembered anything past the first orgasms last night…”

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax gave her a look that promised he'd remember that comment when he could move again. Which he knew was the point. if he wasn't tossing her around and doing his damnedest to break her back while playing in her guts was it really a day worth living? He had watched GoT with her while high and he had really vibed with that one dude saying that he didn't count a day lived unless he had eaten a good meal, killed a man who tried to kill him and fucked a good woman. Though in Jax's case it was winning a good fight. He had killed nine men total in his short life, at least nine that he was certain of, and it was a thing that weighed on his soul. He remembered the first time he had killed a man, it had been in prison and it had been in self-defense, but at the next visitation he had wrapped his arms around her and just sobbed. He hadn't been able to tell her why until he had gotten out, and by then e had killed a second guy as well. That time not in self-defense. Since then he had killed seven more men, including a guy who had been harassing Phantasie's girls. Jax wasn't a guy to make angry.

He had actually been hoping for a nice warm bath, but one of the reasons they had kept a door and added in a rod in the shower on the third floor so that she could help him out when his legs were too sore to keep him up for too long. But damn did her ass look good with his marks on her. He was convinced she was a masochist who hadn't been able to admit it yet and he knew some of her coworkers who agreed. Watching her check herself out in the mirror was great, and he chuckled slightly, despite the pain, at the large ottle of edible lube still sitting on the dresser that they never seemed to remember to use.

"That's more than I remember. That pussy puts me in a coma sometimes babe." Jax teased as he gingerly climbed from the bed. Having her riding himm like that had put his sore legs to sleep as well aso walking to the bathroom was an interesting study in exploration. Gingerly he walked into the bathroom following her and got into the shower, holding on to the rod as he leaned against the back. His eyes scanned over her body loving all of the art she had put there so far. Art and piercings she was just making herself sexier and sexier for him everytime.

"So i thought of two new tattoo ideas for you." He said, and the way he said it included a little bit of embarrassment which would give away that's what he was thinking about when he almost came early.

 

[Daleeria]

Scarlet was a woman of simple wants and needs… she wasn’t looking for riches, but she did like the comfort of knowing where their money was and that they had enough of it. A lot of her coworkers, and her friends, questioned why she let him continue to fight like this when someday he was going to take one too many hits and maybe not come home. Then again most of her friends were sex workers and understood the principle of doing whatever it took to survive. That was why, despite the fact that watching him limp off to the bathroom worried her, she had just decided to let him do what he knew and just be there to take care of them once the fight was over. She had spent a lot of time learning various forms of first aid, which only made her even more useful. She could do stitches for fast that he didn’t even have time for flinch before she was cutting the thread. If she couldn’t stop him from getting himself killed, she could at least keep his wounds from getting infected or scarring over too bad.

Long ago she had figured out that a real woman needed to be able to provide and be as useful as possible if she wanted to keep her man. It was a twisted part of her Catholic upbringing that happened to work in the gang life; it made the basis of what made her the ultimate ride-or-die queen. If she couldn’t provide for him sexually, letting him get his kicks elsewhere increased the chances of him coming home to her at the end of the day. Why was she certain of that? Because she was the woman who provided him with a warm bed at the end of the day. She was the woman who had gone out of her way to modify her body in various ways to please him; the clit piercing hadn’t been her idea. As a matter of fact most of her piercings hadn’t been. There was an unspoken agreement that if he bought her a piece of jewelry, she would find a place for it. When he had gifted her the clit ring he had sworn that was the only diamond he would ever put on her… And so she wore it with pride and she damn well made sure that he gave her clit the attention it was due whenever they were in bed together. The nipple piercings? That HAD been her idea. A gift to him after an off hand joke he had made about how how nipple piercings were. It had been so difficult to hide them from him until they were healed enough to play with. Two weeks before his birthday she had committed the deed, and for two whole weeks until the big reveal she had to keep him far away from her chest.

“There’s a song out there called Pussy Is God. At least, it’s accurate,” Scarlet followed him into the bathroom. They had outfitted the shower to handle his worst losses. Scar had some muscle, but the last time he had come back with some bad injuries and had begged for a bath, making it down stairs had almost proved disastrous for both of them. She turned the shower on as hot as he could handle it; for her if it wasn’t the temperature of lava it wasn’t hot enough. “Hmm? Was that what you were thinking about when you almost broke the speed record on cumming inside me? I was starting to wonder if you were picturing Margot Robbie on top of you.”

She was always willing to add ink onto herself for him, or for any reason really. It was her life’s goal to be covered in designs. Many of her pieces had been drawn by herself… she didn’t pride herself on her artwork and frankly thought it was awful, but her tattooist claimed otherwise… She grabbed a soft wash cloth and started cleaning some of the cuts on his face. “I absolutely have to hear these ideas if they almost had you busting a nut.”

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax laughed when she said Pussy is god was accurate. "Really, when's the last time you got on your knees and worshiped a pussy like you worship my cock?" He teased her as she turned on the hot water, which just felt heavenly on his body. He kept his hand on the rod, just to be safe. He actually was not hurt as much as he was sore and tired. Besides the cut on his face, and some of the bruises on his ribs, and that new bruise on his thigh neither of them had noticed until he walked in front of her he was mostly just sore from the work out that was the five round fight. Normally he had his opponent beat beefore they got that far.

The heat from the shower on his skin felt amazing and he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He had forgotten about the bloody lip that his opponent had given him last night. Between all the pleasure her body had given him, he'd totally forgot about that little bit of pain until now. But it didn't hurt too much to laugh when she teased him about how close he had come to cumming early. He knew that she was just messing with him. "Speaking of Margot Robbie, you know that 'Lucky You' tattoo she has about here?" He asked touching her just below her belly button. "Well what if you did "Lucky" " moves his hand over her right hip bone " 'You.'" Over her left hip. he suggested looking at her to see what she thought of that idea. He certainly thought it was hot.

"And the other one, is mostly just an idea. So don't bite my dick off, but how's about" His fingers ran just on her mound, right above her entrance. " 'Owned' right there?" He said giving her a smile as he waited for her to answer, probably with something sassy, and for her to start helping him get cleaned up. His knuckles had been washed in peroxide at the fight, as had the cut on his cheek, though the doc at the Pits was famous for being a drunk who got high on his own supply as well when dealing pills. He had to bend down so that she could start to clear up his face.

"How bad to I look?" He asked, having not looked himself in the face since getting back home. He'd been lucky that he was wearing a mouthguard during this fight, they weren't always mandatory, otherwise he'd probably be needing a visit to the dentist. Normally he would help clean her as well, but today was all about him until it became all about the kids and then all about her for the clubbing and partying tonight. He was going to let her pick where they went tonight. They could go to the Pits which was in an abandoned warehouse across the parking lot from Club amity, or they could go to Club amity where he would probably drink for free, but he also worked there. And someone in the Regs was probably throwing a party somewhere, since their place wasn't the party house anymore.

 

[Daleeria]

"When's the last time you brought someone home to share?" was her immediate, almost spiteful response to the question about her worshiping his dick. She started cleaning the cut on his lip first, it looked like it needed the most attention. After all, despite it they had been kissing and fucking and it was still looking rough. "Besides, I practice self worship... I'm going to have SO much to confess tomorrow at church."

Her conscious only reminded her every five minutes that everything she did was against her upbringing; she worked hard to live her best life, and to be a kind and loving person. She and God had reach an agreement that she would pay whatever her toll for her sins was when she got to the pearly gates, even if that meant an eternity in the fiery depths of hell. Besides, if heaven was only for saints and winners, she wouldn't know anyone there. Still, she attended church every Sunday, she prayed over her sleeping children every night, and above all she was loyal to her man. She strives to raise kind and considerate children. She gave where she could, and took as little as was due for her work.

"Hmmm... I could consider the Lucky You tattoo, but the very moment I'm able to I'm finishing my arm first... I'm so tired of it being unfinished. I love Izzy but damn she came at the worst time!" she chuckled, though she had no regrets at all. Sure, the timing had been horrible... but her little girl was the light of her life, and she definitely had Jax wrapped around all of her tiny fingers. Still, she knew how he felt about Margot Robbie, and he had talked about the tattoo before, just never on his queen. It would definitely make the top of her list of things to add to her body.

As for the other one... "Or you could buy me another clit ring with your name on it. I like amethyst by the way if you're looking for something that's not a diamond."

She was also half joking, but deep down she knew she would totally wear it if he bought it. "Besides, what use is something like that when no one other than you sees down there, besides your own damn ego. And if you need an ego trip to remind yourself that my body is yours, there's a baby downstairs and two stretchmarks hidden by tattoos that should prove it all."

With this she started really cleaning him up and inspecting his lip. "Definitely have to recommend an ice pack to the face when you get downstairs. I had one prepped up for you in the freezer but we had other priorities when you walked in the door and it never got that far... You've looked worse. You won't scare the kids too much. Your mom is definitely going to bitch though..." with that she set down the cloth and inspected her work. It wasn't much but the bruises would fade, the cuts weren't bad enough to need stitches or really even covering at all, and nothing was broken. She stepped under the shower head to rinse herself off now that he was taken care of; after all he had made of mess of her. Her body was sore from his abuse the night before, and now her tits were beyond tender from having waited so long to nurse. "So hey, I'm seriously considering being done breast feeding with Izzy after her first birthday... It's getting harder with all of those teeth exploding out of her face... and I just really miss being able to do anything fun. I haven't felt the sweet embrace of highness since my first trimester, and I found a pair of nipple rings I REALLY want, but only if I'm going to not have to constantly remove them to feed... she's basically eating mostly solid foods so we wouldn't even have to worry about formula."

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax lifted his hands above her head in the line of the shower to rinse of his knuckles, wincing at the feeling, of course doing so meant pressing his body to hers, her face right in his chest and his limp cock pressing against her belly. They had improved the bathroom as much as they could, there was just no space to expand the shower until they took most of this part of the house off and built it up again. which just wasn't feasible. Once his knuckles had been good and rinsed he stepped back and turned around showing his back to her, as well as the huge, heel sized black and yellow mark on the back of his left thigh.

Their backs were a great study in contrasts. Hers was an angel and her really cool lower-back piece, his was a black upside-down cross that went the whole length of his back, with the cross piece being a fist's width higher than where his pant line would be. It wasn't a too detailed cross, mostly black bars, though he had been thinking about adding things around it for years. But the contrast really showed their disagreement when it came to church. His mother went to the Hosanna Baptist Church, and Jax had gone with her until he was about thirteen, then hehad found better ways to spend his Sunday mornings for most of his early teens. Sure he had still popped up for Christmas and Easter and any other big events, but from there he hadn't really gone until she started bringing him from time to time.

His thoughts on religion were, complicated, to say the least. There were too many issues for him to just wipe aside. He still said he was Christian, and believed in God, but that was the most simple statements he could get. He hadn't been baptized though, since HBC does "believer's baptism" if you haven't been baptized in another church. Jax did let Scarlet take JJ and Izzy though. HE didn't want to put his own issues on his kids. Especially when they were six going on seven and zero going on one. Perhaps it was a bit misogynistic, but a lot of decisions related to their parenting he just gave to Scarlet. Jaide had lost custody of JJ due to some big fuck ups last time she ahd been around, and when the house had been fixed enough to be a good home Jax had gotten custody for JJ back from his mother.

He raised an eyebrow at the idea of her getting a new set of piercings and switching Izzy to formula. "I think that sounds fine babe. I guess that means I'll be feeding Izzy more?" He asked as he leaned against the back of the shower stall so that she could clean his back and everything else, and so that he didn't collapse. The hot shower was doing great things for his body, but also making him a little light headed considering how little sleep he got. He'd never been able to really pick up coffee as something to wake up to. He had her and his morning smoke to do that. He was a strong advocate for the medicinal benefits of good morning blowjobs. He had been feeding Izzy from time to time whenever he could wrestle her away from Scarlet, he'd also been playing basketball with JJ as much as possible so he didn't feel left out. the kid was smart, and good. The thought of JJ reminded Jax of a conversation they hadn't really had in a while. What they wanted for JJ's future.

 

[Daleeria]

Scarlet smiled at the thought of him feeding Izzy; while she was perfectly capable of pumping and letting him do the work, it really had been a chore to get her out of her mother’s arms for feeding time throughout the first six months. There was something touching about see him holding their baby girl and watching the way his face lit up when she would coo and gurgle at him… however Scarlet really hated the process of pumping the breast milk to allow that to happen. When Izzy had gotten old enough that they needed to supplement with formula to keep her full, Jax had really taken a shine to feeding her whenever he could.

The red head began to clean off his back, noticing the bruise on his thigh. “Jeeze… any idea where exactly this one came from?” she prodded at the mark as she took the cloth to it, marveling at the fact that her man was still alive. She knew the constant abuse of the fights would eventually be the downfall of him… Even Joan had been trying to encourage her to take on more work so that he could take longer breaks between fights, but in a lot of ways Scarlet felt like he needed the fights, win or lose. He was responsible the week before the fight; he took care of himself, at well, worked out every day and abstained from fucking her brains out every night to focus. At first it had been torturous for her having to wait for a whole week to get his dick inside of her, but now she knew as long as she was patient she would get her due at the end.

For a little while she remained quiet, just bathing in the ritual that was cleaning him up after a fight. Doing this in a bath tub was much easier, but she could see his exhaustion and knew that making it downstairs before his muscles had loosened up would have been near impossible. Taking care of a home was something she was experienced in… after her mother had died she had been 100% responsible for the upbringing of her little brothers. Because she was the only other ‘woman’ in the house she had to take up that mantle and raise babies long before she was ready to. That was part of what had contributed to her getting the fuck out of that house. Now though, it was her choice and her pleasure to handle the rearing of the kids and manage the household… the experience of her previous existence really came in handy now. She was a patient and understanding mother… Discipline came when needed, though never more than needed for the lesson to be learned. She was firm and unyielding when she said no, but truthfully JJ didn’t really ask for anything she had to say no on and Izzy was only just now saying her first words. Through everything she did she tried teaching them one solid and simple fact; be kind. Help the less fortunate when you are able, and protect the people you love fiercely. While she hoped to provide the type of life that made the kids not end up sliding into the gang’s world as they grew older, she knew it would probably happen and she just wanted to make sure that they had the morals and values that would make them compassionate. She also wanted them to be smart about whatever route they took in life.

For her and Jax, choices had been limited. Yes, she could have stayed with her father and her brothers, but she had no doubts that by now she would have been arranged into a stuffy dry marriage to someone she had no real feelings for. She probably could have started college right after high school and left town and never looked back… but by that time she had already set her eye on Jax as her long-term game. She didn’t want to go anywhere and end up losing him to some other hobag who didn’t love JJ half as much as she did.

“Okay… well you look clean enough to me,” she finally spoke after a few minutes, looking up at him and sighing. “How much like shit do you feel after all of that?” she meant the wild fuck they had shared last night just as much as she meant the battlescars and bruises.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax winced as she prodded at the bruise on the back of his thigh. It took him a moment to remember where he had gotten that one from. Of course, it came in the fight, but it's not like he got punched in the thigh. Then he remembered when the went to the ground in the third round it had been after he took a kick to the thigh. That was probably that. "Bastard got in a lucky kick. If you could not poke it like that, I'd rally appreciate it." He said with a joke in his voice to let her know he sure wasn't complaining about all the help she was giving him. If it wasn't for her he'd just be lying in his bed, bloody and burised and barely moving for pretty much the whole day, maybe getting high on some painkillers the doc had sold him for a cut of his money. Having her to take carre of him meant they saved money on hard drugs.

The thing that set Jax apart from most gangbangers from 13th Street was that he was smart, like really damn smart. His teachers ahd tried so hard to get him to pick any other career path than the life, to get out of the ghetto and go to school for business or politics, or hell just anything really, and then get a job far away from the violence that was the life. Unfortunately, for them there were three things that worked against them. The first was his natural sense of loyalty, he couldn't get out and leave other people behind. He knew he was one of the few people able to do good from the inside so he had to stay. The second was his temper, usually it was manageable but when some people crossed certain lines he went berserk. The third was that the life had killed his dad, so he had a bit of a sunk cost fallacy going on in relation to it. But that didn't mean he wanted JJ or Izzy coming up in it.

He wanted JJ to do whatever he wanted in life, but he also wanted him as far from the streets as possible, addiction was a family problem and between a druggie mother anda drunk grandfather the deck was already partially stacked against JJ from the start. JAx wanted to do everything in his power to protect his boy from turning out like Jaide, and if that meant eventually having him go far away from them and have a life of his own in a different career then that's what would have to happen. Jax knew his own options for a career were slightly limited at this point, some people had suggested he get into MMA, and he had thought about it, plus there were other business options he had from investment opportunities he got form his connections. he technically was one of Scarlet's bosses since Gayle had sold him half of his stock in Phantasie's while Jax was in prison.

As far as Jax knew, his not-father-in-law didn't even know he was a grandfather now and Jax was fine with it, he loved the girl that that asshole had helped make, not that Jax said I lvoe you nearly enough, but he knew that he had hurt the redhead in front of him. People who hurt her didn't tend to keep having the same facial structure long when around him. One of the many reasons why he didn't have the temperament to be a normal businessman. When she asked how much he felt like shit he laughed.

"I always feel like a god when you're done with me babe." He said turning back around and laughing since they both knew there were days when pounding her was more punishment than he'd gotten in the ring. "But I definitely felt like pounded shit before this shower. What about you? Daddy's three-hole slut rady to be waddling around most of the day?" Jax teased smacking her ass again as he watched her clean herself now before the shower was done. They had maybe fifteen minutes to dry off and get the morning going before his mom showed up.

 

[Daleeria]

“Speaking of holes, let me shove my foot up yours,” she smirked back at him and wrapped her arms around his waist carefully, leaning up to kiss him. For all their faults and differences in how they saw the world, they worked well together. Both of them were survivors, and for her at least, she always knew she could count on him when she needed it the most. She wasn’t a delicate flower in needing of protecting by any means, despite that being a part she liked to play. So many people questioned why a sweet God-fearing woman like her would fall for a punk like Jax… but it was simple enough to her… they were each other’s exact wavelength of crazy. Their love was passionate yes, but they had assumed the responsibilities that came with having kids and dealing with drug addict baby mamas and fights on their streets. Together they had grown. Even when they were fighting, it was explosive, and people got the fuck out of the way. Only something that powerful could last forever.

“Oh, by the way. I got all the invitations printed out last night for Izzy’s party. They’re super cute. Joan let me borrow the good camera for the picture of Izzy.” The party had been the thing most on her mind lately. She knew her baby girl probably wouldn’t remember jack shit out of the experience, but she would have pictures to look back on. And once the kids went to sleep the adults could REALLY have a great time. Jax had given his blessing, so Scarlet fully intended for the day of Izzy’s birthday to be the last day she nursed. At least until she had another, if they had another. It wasn’t like they had taken precautions, but thus far she had been lucky that Izzy was her only kid at this point.

Fifteen minutes wasn’t enough time to detangle her mass of red locks… She brushed it out to the least acceptable amount for now and wrapped it up in a bun to hide the mess. “God, now I wish you had cum sooner,” she was half serious about that. She didn’t regret the extra time spent in bed with him, but she did wish for a bit more time. Oh well, she would spend plenty of time on it later before they went out. Tonight she planned to go all out for him. The nipple rings were removed before she put the nursing tank top she had splurged on for herself soon after giving birth; the bust had snaps that pulled down so she could whip her boob out whenever her needy newborn had needed it. It was also one of the only things that fit when she went this long between feedings. She slipped into some baggy sweat pants to complete the Mama Don’t Give A Fuck ensemble. “I can’t wait to be done doing this… I’m glad I was able to do it this long but it’d be nice for my tits to be a consistent size throughout the day. I miss wearing my lace bras.”

She only dressed herself first because she knew damn well once she started bending over to help him dress that he would go out of his way to make her want him, whether or not he was too sore to perform again quite yet. This made that more difficult especially on a time restraint. “What do you wanna put on for this? Naked isn’t an option, I’m pretty sure your mom doesn’t want to see your dangly parts.”

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax followed her out of the shower, watching the amazing body of his girl move with every step. Some guy's didn't like the way their girls looked after they had gotten pregnant, but Jax was all about everything going on with his girl right now. Of course, he missed her wearing lacy stuff too and being bale to actually party hard with her. Though they had still been able to have plenty of fun on their own. Honestly it was the weirdest part of being parents of another kid, now that they weren't kids with a kid they actually acted like adults with responsibilities. They didn't have to lean on his mom for everything. "So if you could look less like a MILF for five seconds that would be great." He teased her as he dried off and sat down on the bed to rest his legs. He was just as big of a fan of the Mama Don't Give A Fuck ensemble as he was every outfit she wore. Really so long as she was still her he found all of her hot no matter what she wore.

"Let's just go with something nice and relaxing. boxers, sweatpants, undershirt, the grey hoodie. I'll save the Regs hoodie for tonight, depending on where you're taking me baby." He said as he sat ont he bed. Looking over to where he was laying he saw the blood stains from last night. "We should probably bandage my knuckles before Mom gets here too." He said seeing the first aid kit sitting on the dresser. She must have gotten it out last night to prepare for when he got back home like usual, though he hadn't given her a chance to actually apply them.


No guys ever questioned why he was with Scarlet, she gave him everything he needed and then some and he just needed to look at how much ride or die she had been in the past year and a half. Her answer to not being able to fuck him regularly and party hard? Threesomes and Anal. Her response to him rising to the top of the Street while she was pregnant? Stand by him. Her body, her mind, her heart she'd given him everything and he'd given her back everything he could give. She was the best girl he had ever been with, it was them against the world no matter what. Only one girl had ever come close to being as tight to him as she was, and that girl had fucked everything up for drugs.

 

[Daleeria]

“Listen, I’ll stop looking like a MILF when you stop fucking me like a porn star, deal?” She grabbed out the articles of clothing he asked for and tossed them on the bed next to him before heading over to the first aid kit. “I gotta do laundry too. I’m so glad we were smart enough to stick with black sheets. I’d hate to see how gross they are under a blacklight though.”

And that was a complement too; throughout her younger years she had fiddled with other guys and even some girls, but none had come even close to what Jax meant to her. At one point in time they had been a trio, them and Jaide. All three of them had felt unstoppable until Jaide decided that drugs were more of a priority than her man, her best friend and her son. Scarlet was still a bit devastated by the whole ordeal… sure she had ended up Jax’s main woman but it hadn’t been worth the cost and if she could go back and do it all over again she’d have tied Jaide down and drug her to rehab was sooner than the big blowout that had ended in her forced commitment. Scar had wanted Jax to see her as something equal to Jaide, because even being top bitch didn’t necessarily mean she wasn’t sharing him.

It took her only a couple of minutes to get his knuckles wrapped up and another few minutes to help him get his boxers and pants on, by which time she could DEFINITELY hear the sounds of children downstairs; Izzy’s cry carried for miles like the little banshee she was. Scarlet groaned because that cry made her chest ache in reminder that she was still mommy milk bags. “Think you can wrestle the rest on while I go sooth She Who Must Eat?”

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Maybe I'll just start wearing condoms then when I start fucking Daddy's little porn star." He teased her knowing just how much she hated the idea of him wearing condoms with her. Which was why it made such a good tease to use on her. He had actually got her a shirt that had said "Daddy's Little Porn Star" when he got out of jail and found out she had done some lesbian stuff for Joan. Though if he recalled that shirt had been one of the one's that ended up being basically a glorified cum rag back when they actually bothered to pull out.

Jax had been in jail for Jaide's big fuck up and her and Scar's blow out fight. Jax's mom had called him to tell him what had happened, how it had been Jaide's day off so she was home alone with the kid and how when Kate and Scarlet had gotten home from work, Kate driving Scarlet, they had found Jaide passed out on the couch with an empty bottle of pills and a used needle and JJ walking around having not been fed since lunch. When Jaide had been sober enough to actually get into it her and Scarlet had actually said some pretty serious things before coming to blows and Kate had dropped her ass off at rehab the next morning and told her never to come back. In Jax's mind Scar had surpassed Jaide years ago, though he had never really compared them like that. They'd both given him very different things, but now everything Jaide could have given him Scarlet had given him and more.

Testing out his fingers in the bandages he nodded. "Yeah I can. trust me, I know how redheads get when they're needy." Jax teased her again as he climbed out of bed and grabbed a white wife-beater and slipped it on hearing her head down the steps. He tossed on his grey hoodie as well and slid his phone into his pocket, grabbing Scarlet's for her too fi she didn't grab it. From far away he heard the door swing open and his mother come in shouting "I'm here! Hey, JJ your mom and dad up yet?" She asked. If there was one thing Kate Jackson was, it was not to be fucked with. The tough as nails woman had raised one of the toughest men on the street, pretty much on her own, helped raise her grandson, and had also just about adopted two teenage girls when they were at their most wild and the only one of them who wasn't living theier bes tlife had actively jumped towards fucking it up.

 

[Daleeria]

Scarlet stretched as she headed down the stairs to go grab Izzy out of her crib. She missed the days of co sleeping because Izzy needed to eat every couple of hours, the extra warmth in her king size bed. Yeah, it had dampened the sex life a bit when Jax would come home and couldn't wake his woman up for sex because there was a baby latched on her chest. At least he had had the common sense not to wake her or the baby up in the first place. Scarlet could survive off of a couple of hours of sleep easily.

Their daughter was a little beauty: her little red ringlet curls covered her sweet little head and she was all rosy cheeks and smiles this morning. Not every morning was this pleasant. There were days that Scar woke up to the demon job from hell screaming in her little baby cage. Those were the rough days; nothing anyone would do could bring Izzy's spirits up if she woke up in a mood. Scarlet couldn't remember ever being this temperamental, so she blamed Jax for being the one she got the attitude from.

When Scarlet had come into their lives and JJ had been really young, things had felt so different... yes she helped take care of him but Kate had honestly done half the work while the kids tried to live it up as much as they could before graduation. After Jaide had fucked their dream life up, Scarlet had spent as much time around JJ as possible when she wasn't working; she had made it a point to help provide for JJ because in a lot of ways he felt like hers. And she really wanted Jax to know that his little boy was taken care of and happy and healthy. With Izzy though she had gotten to experience every horrible, wonderful, agonizing moment of pregnancy. The early months had been the roughest; the morning sickness had all but put her down for the count in her first trimester and she had spent a few nights in the hospital being hooked up to fluids. Thankfully she had just started paying for health insurance just before getting pregnant and she was covered for everything... but the bills still hadn't been cheap, especially with her missing work. Hearing her baby's first cries, seeing Izzy in Jax's arms for the first time... all of these things had made the suffering feel worth it.

She let Jax and Kate have whatever time alone they wanted; she plopped herself in the rocking chair and nestled her almost one-year-old on her lap for some nursing time. This was her zen, she never felt more in tune with herself than when she was being a mom. Whether it was coordinating play dates for JJ, nursing Izzy, or planning a birthday party she knew this was the exact place she was meant to be right now. Izzy's happy little face reminded her of that constantly. "You're going to absolutely love the dress mommy made for you, yes you are!" she cooed softly, looping a curl around her finger.

Thankfully nursing wasn't much of a long process; Izzy had her emptied in ten minutes. Now was the much harder task of dressing the spawn of her loins. See Isabella Grace had one simple goal in life: to be as naked as possible at all times. It had already been months since she had figured out how to whip her diaper off without anyone noticing until it was too late. Even now her chubby baby fingers were fiddling with the zipper of her onesie trying to grasp and work it off. "Okay, well don't blame me when grandma throws a fit..." Scarlet chuckled and removed the warm sleeper and changed out the diaper for a fresh one. "I really hope daddy asked grandma to pick up diapers, my little stinkbug."

When it came to Kate Jackson, Scarlet had a huge amount of respect and love for the woman. Sure she could be a hardass, and sometimes she was a bit overbearing... but it was all coming from a good place. Kate could have easily told Jax no when he had brought home a stray Scar but she had taken the girl inside instead and tried to set them all on the path towards being mature adults. Even now, the woman regularly showed up with random things for the kids just because she wanted to see her grandchildren. Sometimes Scarlet wondered if she missed having a house full.

Scarlet grabbed one of the dresses that was easiest to throw on Izzy with a little pair of matching shorts and socks and finally made her way into the public eye. "Good morning, Kate," she smiled at her almost mother-in-law, because she pretty much was at this point. "Sorry for taking so long. We had a 'late' morning."

Izzy was already squealing and squirming trying to get out of Scar's arms onto the floor, and damn could she throw up a fight. Her mother was sure there was nothing more powerful than a baby determined to be anywhere than where they were at the moment... "Naked baby," Scarlet called out as she set her down to crawl as fast as she could over to Jax.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax limped down the steps, moving gingerly and barefoot across the creaking floor of the second level. They had talked about carpeting and babygates for the floor now that they had Izzy getting into the wandering phase. She was at the step, step , thump stage of locomotion and Jax was having nightmares about her little body rolling down the hard wooden steps that led to the first floor. He had made sure to shut the door to their bedroom as a simple precaution, JJ knew not to go up there and no way was Izzy handling up anytime soon, but it was a good habit to get into considering the amount of things they just left out up there.

Leaning against the wall he hobbled down the steps to the first floor and came into the hallway at the bottom of the steps. The front door was directly to his right and his mother was standing there with a bag of groceries in one hand and a large container of diaper under her right arm. To his left was the demolition zone that was their kitchen right now, a project that they now had at least ten thousand dollars to get more progress on as soon as Scar decided what she wanted to hit next. Judging from the sounds through the wall JJ was [playing Minecraft on the tv. Jax hadn't had many games as a kid, though Gayle had gotten him a PS3 and a lot of games for it when he joined the Regs at 13 and Jax had quickly earned enough money to get a PS4 when it came out, he made sure that JJ had all of the games he could ever want or need.

When Kate saw her son's face she sighed in exasperation. " Jesus Christ Jacob!" Kate said dropping the diapers and hurrying to her son. Turning his head so that she could see his bruised and cut face. Sure it wasn't as bad as it could be, but a mother worries. Kate was good 42 years young, stern and tough. She worried about her kids, and she was always very protective when it came to the friends that Jax brought home. Jaide, Scarlet, Tyrone, Javier, Marisol, Dasia, Javier, Nicky they'd all known growing up that Mama Jackson would literally kill for them. Kate had been a gangster wife from eighteen and brought in most of her money from the gun trade that her husband had helped found in the city. She got enough from Veterans' benefits for being a veterans widow to not need to work, but she still put in plenty of hours around the community helping out.

"you should see the-" " And don't you say you should see the other guy. You pull that line all the time. Go out there and grab the rest of the groceries and you remember how good that feels next time you think about getting into the ring." She said seriously, but not yelling at him. Jax just smiled, she was the only person who called him Jacob and she was also the only person who could scold him like that. Slipping on his sandals he went out to the car and grabbed the other three bags of food and carried them in, taking them to the table before collapsing in Scar's seat at the table to catch his breath. Kate was standing with Scar as Izzy was unleashed adn sent crawling to Jax who picked her up instantly.

"Hey baby-girl you being good for your mommy?" He said picking her up and resting her on his knee bouncing her slightly as she made baby noises for yes. Or at least that's how Jax interpreted that sound. From the moment she got to Jax all of his soreness and pain disappeared and there was just her and her adorable baby fat.

Kate looks over at Scar, not mad but just.. Jax can be ahandful and they both nknow it. "I don't care if you have to tie him to the bed and get yourself pregnant with quints, do not let him get back into the ring this summer." She said only partially seriously, JJlooked up from the couch "Grandma, come look at what I'm building!" He said also inviting Scarlet over non-verbally. He had started building a large image of the Regs' 13 as part of his own personal town.