1979
John Teller was a happy man, so to speak. He had a wife he loved, and son he loved anymore. Little Jax Teller was just a year old, toddling about his fathers motorcycle clubhouse. "Jax, what are you doing bud?" John picked up the boy chewing on a cracker. "Where'd you leave Opie? Huh?" He asked walking over to the now pushed down baby pen. Inside was a another baby, Opie Winston was the son of John life long friend, Piney. "Here you go, play with Ope. One day you two are going to take over daddy's motorcycle club" John talked to the toddlers, playing with the toy cars and bikes they had. "Hopefully that day won't come too soon. I want him to stay little." A female voice said. It was Gemma, Johns wife. "Yeah, but he'll have to grow up sometime" He replied getting up and kissing her on the cheek. "I know. I just don't want it to be too fast. I'm sure Mary wants the same thing." She responded looking at the two toddlers babbling and playing "John, we're back." a male voice rang throughout the club house. It was Lenny, his Sargent at Arms, who spoke along with a couple of others. "All right, Chapel. Get the others" John ordered. He kissed he wife and followed the other men into the chapel, closing the door behind him.