A/N: I don't own SOA! So I haven't stopped working on Sweet Surprises and this story has been weighing on my mind as well as some other ones. Please let me know what you think. The reviews will either encourage me to proceed with it or just give up on it. Thank you!

Picture Perfect Chapter 1:

Janie Briggs walked into the only licensed daycare in Charming. She had grown up in this town, went to this exact daycare. Mrs. O'Laney who was now in her 70's still opened it up every morning, although now her granddaughters ran it and taught the children. "Good Morning Janie!" Mrs. O'Laney said coming from the back hallway. "Good morning Mrs. O'Laney." Janie said back cheerfully. She took the duffel bags she was carrying over to the corner and started setting up her equipment. She had left Charming long enough to get her photography degree and had come back just a couple of months ago. The town hadn't changed very much in the time that she was gone. The Sons of Anarchy were still protecting the town. She liked the way Charming was. It was small, beautiful and safe…for the most part. When she moved back to town she had come to the daycare and talked to Mrs. O'Laney about taking pictures and creating memory books for the children. Mrs. O'Laney was delighted to have it done. "All the parents wanted me to thank you graciously for taking their children's pictures and creating these books Janie." Mrs. O'Laney said smiling. Janie smiled back and nodded. "I don't mind at all. Children are my favorite to capture." And went back to setting up her tripod, and the backdrop that she had brought for the children. It was a sky with clouds scattered. She had a fake tree stump that looked real. Once she was set up she walked up to the counter where Mrs. O'Laney's daughter Courtney was sitting. "Hey Court! I am ready for the first class whenever they are." She states before going back and making sure her gear was set up perfectly.

"Alright we got that fire put out." Jax said climbing on his bike. Clay nodded at him. "You coming for family dinner tonight" Clay asked climbing on his bike. "Yeah I just have to go get my truck and pick Abel up from daycare." Jax said putting his helmet on his head and pulled away from the curb. Jax pulled up to the daycare and saw a medium sized suburban parked in the entry way. It wasn't one that he had seen there before. Over the fence he could see a women and rich brown hair snapping a camera of the children. What caught his attention was that she was currently focusing on taking pictures of his 3 year old Abel. Jax walked into the daycare and waved at Courtney before heading into Abel's classroom to enter the play yard. Upon seeing his dad enter Abel ran full force across the yard. "Daddy!" He yelled. Jax smiled and picked him up. "He little man! How are you?" He asked kissing his small son on the head. "I am good Daddy. I got my picture taken today." Abel boasted proudly. Jax nodded and pointed to the woman. "Did she take your picture?" He asked. Abel nodded. Janie walked towards them. "You have a beautiful son." She said smiling. "Thank you…I don't want to be rude but why are you taking pictures of my son?" Jax asked. He was unaware of the pictures and memory books. Tara usually dropped Abel off and picked him up. Even though they weren't together she was the only woman Abel knew as a mother. "My name is Janie and I run my own photography studio. Today was the day for pictures. Abel fascinates me. He photographs very well. Would you like to see?" Janie said in way of explanation. It was at that moment Jax realized that Abel was all dressed up. "Oh I am sorry. His mom usually takes care of that. And thank you. He is a little handsome devil." Jax said blushing. She looked at him with deep sea-green eyes. Jax was transfixed for a moment. She leaned her camera so that he could see some of the snap shots that she had gotten of Abel playing. "I will pick the best ones of each child and place them periodically in the memory book. I went here as a kid. I think a memory book would be something that all kids should have. Memories are better with pictures." Janie said smiling. "You went here?" Jax asked shocked. It would think that he would have remembered her. Her hair and eyes definitely stood out. Janie giggled. "Yeah I did. Born and raised the Charming way." She tilted her head to the side. "Wow I don't remember you at all." Jax said shocked. "Oh you probably saw me around a few times, but I am ten years younger than you." Janie said letting out some information. Jax smiled. She looked 20 but was she was 25. "Hmm…I still don't." Jax laughed. They started walking towards the door and entering the classroom. "You will. You dated my older sister." Janie said as they walked into the lobby. She packed her camera up and Jax got an even more confused look on his face. "Who's your sister?" He asked. Janie started laughing. "I see your reputation is correct. My sister is one Cecilia Briggs." The look that fell upon Jax's face threw Janie into a fit of giggles. "I was like 16 when I dated her…wait now I remember you." Jax said smiling. Little Janie was the one that used to bug the shit out of them whenever he went over. "You were used to stick carrots up your nose at dinner so you wouldn't have to eat them." Jax said pointing at her. Janie looked down laughing and nodding at the same time. "And I still don't like them." She said looking towards her vehicle. "Well I have to go. I want to get started on editing these." She said patting her bag. Jax nodded. "It was nice seeing you again Little Janie." Janie blushed. No one had called her that in years. She blushed deeply. She always had a crush on Jax.

Janie sat at her computer hours later going through the pictures that she had taken in the play yard. She caught a picture perfect moment between Abel and Jax. Other than Jax wearing his cut you wouldn't have guessed he was in a "motorcycle club". She wondered what they really did. She like everyone else had their suspicion and knew of some of the stuff that was possible. Even though she knew he and his club were dangerous, she wasn't afraid.