AN: Told y'all there's a sequel! Enjoy! Feel free to leave reviews. Please and thank you. If you haven't read Blood Don't Make Family yet please do.

SN: I don't repeat don't own anything recognizably Sons of Anarchy. I do repeat do own anything not recognizably Sons of Anarchy.

Chapter 1: The Next Generation

"Maaaaa!" I came out of the kitchen to find my only child standing in the foyer looking excited.

"What. And stop yellin, little boy."

"I'm not a little boy, Ma. I'll be 17 in a week." I looked at my baby. Okay so he wasn't a baby. He was the spitting image of his father and sounded more like him everyday. Hell he even had his father's facial expressions. That plus my attitude the kid was handful for some.

"I know how old you are, Harley, I was there. Now what's got you all excited and bouncin around like you're on a damn sugar rush."

"I get to get my bike for my birthday!"

"Got your report card?" Harley wasn't a bad student, he just didn't apply himself some times. So as an incentive to boost his grades I finally agreed to letting him go buy motorcycle with his father. Since a motorcycle meant Harley could start prospecting I made the condition that his grades couldn't slack because of it.

What's got you bouncin around like a cheerleader, kid?" Happy said out of nowhere. Christ! All these years and he's still scaring me with that Houdini shit. Harley handed his father his report card.

"Looks like we're goin gettin you a bike, son." said Happy. I am so NOT ready for this shit. Harley went to his room damn near skipping. I spun around to stare into my husband's eyes.

"Fuck! Now I gotta worry about both of you on bikes." Happy laughed.

"This isn't funny. He's my baby."

"You are such a mom." Happy said giving me a hug. Just then his cell rang.

"If that's Tig, tell 'im dinner's at 6:30." I must of been right because I heard Happy repeat what I said at the end of the conversation.

"Wasn't Tig. The Tellers are comin to dinner. And probably Tig once Jax relays the information."

"Okay." I wasn't worried or mad that we were having extra bodies over. I'd grown accustomed to making more than enough food. When your family is comprised of bikers one tends to expect "random" visits when a meal is involved.

I was just finishing setting the table when the doorbell rang and the ringer just walked in my house. I didn't bother looking I knew who it was. Only Tig's crazy ass would have the balls to walk into a house were the occupants carried guns and had killer aim. "Go in my kitchen and stick your fingers in my food, Trager, and it'll be your last meal."

"You won't hurt me, Rizzy."

"Try it and see."

"Aw come on!"

"You sound like a child."

"You're mean."

"You'll live."

"Startin shit with my Old Lady already, Tig." I'm getting to old for him to still be scaring the shit outta me with that silent, poppin outta nowhere shit.

"Of course I am."

"One day she's gonna shoot you."

"No she want."

"Yeah she will. Ma's gotta bullet with your name on it. I've seen it." Harley said out of nowhere. Fuckin hell! Kid's got his father's stealth skills.

"Kid's tellin the truth." For the first time in the entire existence of knowing each other, Tig looked like he might actually be considering the possibility that I would actually shoot him. Just as Tig was about to say something the doorbell rang. Harley answered the door and the entire Teller clan filed in to my house. Tara walked in trailed by their daughter Grace (her almost 17 year old stunt double) and Jax was trailed by their son Abel (Jax's 11 year stunt double). Everybody said their hellos and we headed to the dining room. We were getting our grub on and holding various conversations. "So I hear the boy's gettin his bike this weekend." Tig said from his end of the table. Thank you for reminding me about some shit I don't want to think about, Trager. Jax started congratulating Harley and joking about the hard time he was going to have during the prospecting period. Really wish people would stop bringing up shit I don't want to think about. Abel was looking at Harley like he'd just became Abel's new hero or something. I recognize that look, Tara's gonna be in my shoes in a few years. Grace was looking at my son with a look I'd seen on woman older than her that came across her father and the other Sons. Aw hell! Grace is attracted to Harley. Not my best friend's daughter. My son was about to start prospecting (dear sweet mother of Christ) and my goddaughter was looking at my son like she was trying to become my daughter in law. Life was about to get interesting. I just at the moment didn't realize how interesting.