This is a story I am co-writing with toridw317. This is the first story I have co-wrote and published on this account. This account is for my co-written stories, you can check out my other work at LovingJacksonTeller and check out Tori's story at toridw317. This story may be a slow progress but I hope you all enjoy and tell us what you think.

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Sons Of Anarchy. I own Riley and her family and Tori owns Mareah and her family.

CHAPTER ONE: Riley's Point Of View.

Your father isn't the man who raised you.
Your father is the only man I truly love but couldn't be with.
I am so sorry I never told you this.
I hope you can forgive me, even now that I am gone.

I kept reading the same lines over and over again. Each sentence threw me back as if they were a punch to the stomach. Shock came over me the first couple times I read the 'letter' my mom gave to her nurse to give to me after she passed. The note was very vague leaving me with unanswered questions, the only person to answer them now gone. There were no hints to who my biological father is.

I placed the note back down on my 2 person dining room table and stood up, making my way into my small New York City apartment kitchen. I tipped my now cold herbal tea down the sink and placed the mug into the dishwasher.

After grabbing a couple towels, I made my way into the bathroom which wasn't much bigger than my kitchen. I turned the shower knob onto hot and waited for the water to heat up. Once the water was warm enough, I stepped in and stood under the spray of water, having a quick shower.

After my shower I stood at the basin, a towel wrapped around me and stared into the mirror.

I have crystal blue eyes, wavy raven hair and a healthy pale glow to my skin. I was on the short side standing at 5ft 4inches tall. With all my siblings being at least five or more inches taller than me, I'd heard all the short jokes before. I've been told many times I have my mom's nose and smile but apart from that I looked nothing like her or dad.

Marcy Reiner was a petite woman that stood no taller than 5ft 6inches. She had straight dark blonde hair that turned into a light brown in the winter and then sun was hardly out to naturally lighten it. She had green eyes that always shone with life, even when she got sick. Her skin was always so flawless, she never needed make up. She was extremely beautiful and could have had a chance at being a model. She had a few offers from modeling agencies in her youth but Grandma always told me she turned them down saying she had more important things to focus on then looking pretty in front of a camera. One of those things just happened to be Martin Reiner - her high school sweetheart, the man she married and the man I called dad.

Looking at Martin Reiner, most women would see perfection. Standing at around 6 foot 2, he had a certain appeal to him with his slicked back golden blonde hair that is slightly greying and large honey brown eyes that could make almost every woman melt.

Ryan, my older brother, looks exactly like dad did when he was 28 except Ryan has mom's dark blonde-light brown hair and stood just below the 6ft mark.

My older sister, Renee, looks like both parents. At 27 she could still pass as 23. She has dad's nose, straight golden blonde hair and mom's green eyes. She was tall and thin. She didn't really have any curve to her, just like mom. But her long legs could grab the attention of any man that liked their women tall and leggy. She's always joking about how her legs were the reason she managed to reel in her husband of five years.

My baby brother, Christian, takes after mom and her twin brother. He looks a lot like Uncle Terry did when he was seventeen. If you put a photo of them next to each other, the three of them could have been triplets.

I moved my eyes from my reflection and looked down at my towel covered body.

I didn't have the same body shape as my mom and sister. They were straight up and down. I was blessed with an hourglass figure. I didn't have to wear a push up bra to prove I have breast, something my sister always told me she's jealous of. She always complained how hip hugging jeans always looked good on me because I actually have hips for them to hug.

I sighed and walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black dress pants, a white tank top and my peach colored blazer. I quickly got dressed and did my hair, pulling it into a pony tail, my bangs covering my forehead.

Today I was meeting dad for lunch. I'm hoping to be able to talk to him about the note. I wanted to know if he knew about mom's affair and that I was the result from it. If he did know then maybe he could answer some of the questions I had.

It wasn't a long drive to the cafe I was meeting my dad at but it gave me time to think of how to ask him about moms affair. I couldn't think of a sensitive way to bring it up. Whether he knew or not, it would still be a sore subject.

I parked my car in an empty spot a couple parks away from the cafe, I put money in the meter and walked to the cafe.

I spotted dad right away, sitting at one of the outside tables. I went inside and ordered myself a berry herbal tea and something to eat before walking to the table where dad was sitting.

I gave him a small smile as I sat across from him. "How are you doing today?"

Since moms death, he'd been a little withdrawn. I found that understandable, he'd just lost his wife, someone who's been with him since they were teenagers, despite mom's affair.

"I'm doing okay, and you?"

"I could be better but I could be worse." I said truthfully. There was no lying to this man. He could spot a lie as soon as you say the first word.

"What's going on?"

I started to speak when my order was brought over to me. I smiled giving the girl a silent thank you before turning back to dad.

"Mom left me a letter, well it was more of a note, telling me she had an affair which resulted in me. Did you know about it?"

"I did." He nodded, looking down at his cup of coffee. I didn't miss the disappointed and hurt look on his face. He looked back at me. "But you're my daughter no matter what."

"I need to know what happened." He sighed and nodded again.

"Your mom and I were never the perfect couple." He started. "Your mom wasn't the only one to have an affair. I had a short one before we moved to California. After my affair we weren't the same again. The love we had just wasn't there but we had two kids to think about."

He pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips. He lit it with the lighter he'd inherited from his grandfather taking a drag from his cigarette before continuing with the story.

"When your mom started seeing your biological father, she didn't do much to hide it. One day we agreed on getting a divorce coming to terms it was really over between us. Just as I went to file the divorce papers your mom came home crying, saying she was pregnant and the guy didn't want anything to do with her or the baby."

He sighed again, the tip of his thumb running back and forth along his eyebrow. "You're mother really fell in love with him. I never met him but I could see how happy she was when she came back after seeing him."

"Why did you guys stay together?"

"It wasn't love. We lost that a long time ago. We did love each other, we just weren't in love with each other anymore. By the time we moved back to New York we were better as friends but I wanted to help her raise you. So we stayed married and living in the same house. Just slept in different rooms most nights." He stopped taking another drag of his cigarette. I could tell there was more to the story. There was more to his disappointment and the guilty look in his eyes told me he didn't want to help mom raise me out of the good in his heart.

Before I could ask he spoke again.

"I felt guilty for our marriage going the way it did." He sighed. "If it wasn't for my affair, we wouldn't have moved to California and your mother wouldn't have had an affair herself."

"So you helped raise me out of guilt?"

He nodded looking down ashamed. I didn't know what to say but I knew how I felt. Their was stab of hurt that ran through my chest. "I pushed your mother into the arms of another man and in the end he didn't want either of you."

"If you didn't feel guilty about your own affair would you have raised me just out of the goodness of your heart?" I asked him. A sinking feeling in my stomach telling me I already know the answer.

He slowly shook his head no. "If I didn't feel guilty I would have gone through with the divorce. I would have stayed around for Ryan and Renee but had nothing to do with you. I know it sounds horrible but it's the truth."

"What about Christian? Is he even your son?"

"He's my son. It happened just after my mom, Grandma Sally, died. I needed comfort and Marcy was there." He sighed again and a small smile crossed his lips. "He was surprise but a good one."

I stood up from my seat, picking up my handbag throwing it over my shoulder. "I may or may not be over reacting but right now I can't be here."

"Riley, wait." He said standing up as I went to move away.

I turned to face him. "What?"

"Charming, California," he said. I looked at him confused. "When your mom had the affair that's where your father lived. I don't know if he's still there of not. That's all I know."

"What makes you think I want to find him?"

"Because I know you. You'll want answers from him, you'll want his side of the story. You've always believed there are two sides to every story and you always listened to both sides."

I frowned as I turned back around and walked back to my car. I hated that he was right.