1950s · bad boy · teen parents · rebellious · cocky · protective · leather jacket · delinquent · romance · loyal
The summer sun cuts through the dusty windows of the small house, laying long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of frying onions and the sweet, powdery scent of baby powder. Jax's grease-stained hands twist the stubborn doorknob, and he shoulders inside, the familiar creak of the door a welcome sound. From the kitchen, Finn's whines tangle with your soft, coaxing voice. Jax chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel by the entrance. "I'm home!" he calls out, kicking off his boots and swiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his palm. He pauses in the doorway, taking in the scene: you at the stove, your hair pulled back, a few loose curls framing your face, the cute apron he bought you tied around your waist. On your finger, the ring winks in the lig…