I awoke the next morning in my 16 year old decorated room, got up, popped some advil with some pop, and walked out to Gemma and Clay sitting at the dining room table. I walked to the coffee pot and poured a mug, while returning to my room with it I quickly remarked, "Better wear my shortest dress since I just want to cause Ope more pain."

I slipped into my skinny, black jeans, and nice black button down, puff sleeve shirt which revealed a black tank top behind the top two unbutton buttons. I texted Jax to tell Tiggy to get me and I pulled on my black converses, as I pulled my hair up in a bun to conceal under the helmet. As I placed my mug in the sink the door flew open and Tiggy said sorrowfully, "Come on lovie. Lets go celebrate the life of the woman I killed."

"Excuse me?" I asked

"Oh I said, Lets go celebrate Donna's life." Tiggy quickly said

"By the way Tiggy... Don't call me Lovie." I instructed, snatching the helmet

At the funeral home all of SamCro gathered in a cluster mingling as the others took position in the lineup. I sat on Tiggy's bike, listening to them. My family gather and socialize, I glanced behind me and noticed a pair of dull, hazel eyes observing me.

~~~~~~~~~~~Opie~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey Pops." I called ahead to my father, a gruff, old coot who seemed to be suffering from the hangover of the year.

"Yea Ope?" he answered, turning his head 90 degrees and waiting for my next statement.

"Whose with Tig?" I asked him

"You'll see Son." he replied, starting his bike along with all the others that formed a soundcloud of motors starting and many men started towards the cemetery.

It was a good 10 minute ride, as I drove behind Pops I couldn't stop thinking of the broad on the bike. I reminded me of before Donna, where I was dating a gorgeous girl who just happened to be the daughter of a First Nine, the same one leading the procession.

"Do you trust me lovie?" I asked

"Well if I didn't then I wouldn't be sitting waiting for you to learn how to drive this thing."

"Gracie, I've been riding for a year now, never crashed." I said smiling

"What about that tree you hit?"She asked

"It came out of no where."

"The wipe out on the back road?"

"Nope i definitely remember it being pillows"

"Just last night you curled up in bed with me with your still scraped arm, from wiping out while doing a wheelie on main."

"No that was Jax." she hit my still hurting arm and watched as I held back the pain.

"You be careful with her Opie, a scratch and I don't know what Clay will do to ya, but I'll do worse!" Pops called from the cabin porch.

I brought her up for piracy, to relive to moments we shared as kids, celebrate the fact that she survived high school. Sadly Pops ruined it by showing up while I was making out with her as he screamed, "She has a little Winston and I promise I'll have your head.", before slamming the door.

I rode in the June breeze, the arms of a stunning girl wrapped around my waist as she rested her head against my large back, she seemed so relaxed back there, I kept going until I turned onto the lake road. Parking under our usual spot I lifted her off the bike bridal style and laid her down on the grass, She stretched out, the bottom of her shirt slowly lifted above her navel area and then I slammed my lips into hers and kissed her until I felt her tug at my shirt, she pulled away and looked me in the eyes begging me for more, and I aim to please.

No I needed to stop, I was thinking about another woman before I buried my wife. I was thinking about the woman who broke me, the woman I lost it to, why was I thinking of sex with her instead of Donna, as I stop the bike and looked up I realized I was day dreaming of the very girl in front of me on Tig's bike.

~~~~~~~~~~~Gracie~~~~~~~~~~

I took the helmet off as soon as we stopped, my hand reaching to the hair tie, letting my hair down. I slip off Tig's bike and placed the helmet on the seat. I glanced back and looked as Opie turned paler than he already was, he looked like he saw a ghost. I raised my hand to wave but he just froze, I walked towards him, but Gemma quickly grabbed my arm and lead me away, "I just wanted to say hi Gemma."

"So you can mess with his head more, let him bury Donna, then you can fuck his brains out."

"Gemma don't use that language here, among the ones we should be respecting." I glared at her before taking my stance behind Opie's seat. He walked over to his seat, never breaking eye contact with me, until he turned to sit down. It was a short ceremony,very sweet and simple. In the last ten minutes, when the pastor talked of Donna's life and death Opie's right hand shot up to his left shoulder, palm up like it was begging to be held, I slipped my small hand into his big bear claw, and he gripped it the whole time. When everyone got up, Opie didn't budge, and as Gemma walked by she shot daggers at our hand, causing Opie to squeeze harder. I placed my other hand on his other shoulder. Soon it was just me, him, and the casket.

"Gracie, tell me this is real, that you aren't a delusion from lack of sleep?" he softly asked, his voice shaking either from the fact his wife was died in the casket or because he didn't think I was real. I walked around the chair and kneeled in front of him as I placed his hands in mine.

"Baby I am real, and I'm not leaving until you tell me to go." I asked

"You always say that in my dreams, but in the morning when i wake up..."

"Opie. Please..." I pleaded with him

"I want to go home, I want to go home with you. Stay with me?"

"Of course. Hopefully you don't wreck like you use to." I joked and he smiled his goofy grin, "There is that goofy grin I love Harry."

"Dream Grace never calls me Harry."He stated, eyes showing some hope

"My dream Opie never calls me Grace, however mine has it tattooed on his neck, just like you."

"My dream Gracie never had a tattoo."

"I can prove I am not dream Gracie." I held up my wrist revealing the tattoo I got after leaving him, it was simple, just said Opie with a little outlined heart next to it.

"You didn't chicken out." he said perking up a bit

"Yea I didn't chicken out." I smiled, "Now let get out of here."

He gripped my hand and led me to his bike. He seemed to ease up a bit as I embraced his waist and rested my head on his back. I forgot how comforted this always maded me feel, made me feel safe. I just wanted to ride forever but soon we stopped at the one place I didn't feel like being now, the club house. "What about your house?" I asked tensing up as Opie helped my off, even though he knew I didn't need it.

"Mary and everyone else is there." he said leading my to the dorm room he claimed as his own. It looked the same as it did 11 years ago, I sat on the bed next to him, his eye looked sad and distant, I quickly texted Jax that I owed him 10 bucks before scooting closer to Opie, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you left." he finally whispered, " I figured if you had stayed that be you in that box instead of her."

"I wish I asked you to come with me. Then no one would be in a box."

"You know I..."

"Would never leave your club."

" I was going to say I would have." he whispered leaning his head on my shoulder, entwining his fingers in mine.

"You'd be miserable. Without me you would never have had those beautiful kids or meet your loving wife."

"I'd have you."

"I broke you though, and she fixed you." I looked at him, hoping he would forgive me for shattering him all those years ago.

"I've missed you babe you know that, I've just missed talking." and then the tears came. He sank lower into the bed until his head rested on my lap, I stroked his hair with my free hair and tried to comfort him until he drifted off to sleep. I covered him with the old Harley Davidsons blanket I got him on our 6 month anniversary.

Jax texted back saying, 'Told you he need his little Gracie boo.'

'Shut up dumbass, go get that sweet butt now, or go to bed.'