Before picking up Abel up from daycare (because he faced it - he wasn't a 24/7 dad), Jax Teller was actually carrying a basket around the grocery store, getting shit. Cereal, milk and hot dogs. He had his
cut on over a hoodie, those baggy jeans and white sneakers on, his messager in his pocket in case Belle tried to reach him. This fucking village
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