I do not own any of the SOA characters, I only own Hartley and Jasey.

Happy, Tig and Chibs all sat at the bar and sighed, drowning their sorrows with the third bottle of whiskey for the day. There were three days out of the year when no one dared to bother the three men. Her birthday, their wedding day and the day she left. The day Happy had come home from a run to find his house empty of any sign of her. Happy had lost his wife, Tig his daughter and Chibs his goddaughter. So the day before her birthday they all gathered themselves at the bar and drowned their sorrows together, because that was the only way they knew how to get through it.

Happy awoke the next morning laying on the floor in his dorm room, those lazy fucks couldn't even get him in the bed. He sat up and his head pounded. He grabbed the Advil and water off his nightstand and downed them. There was a knock on his door and when he didn't respond they opened the door anyways.

"Hap we need you on a run. Jax, Tig and Quinn are with you." Clay stood in the doorway and when Happy stood up and began to protest Clay's hand went up, "I know what today is to you guys but I need everyone here to keep their head in the game, were in deep with the Mayans right now." Happy nodded and understood.

An hour later and they were riding up on a warehouse that belonged to the Mayans, Happy had an uneasy feeling but he was a good solider and he rode on. So when they all climbed off their bikes and the gun fire rung out he ducked behind his bike. Shots continued and he looked over to see his father in law returning fire, no cover, nothing but advancing.

"Today is not the day to shoot at me! Today I should be at home with my family chasing away my blues!" Tig screamed as he reloaded and continued to advance. Happy had tunnel vision, he could hear in the background Jax screaming and Quinn cursing to himself and then it got quiet, Happy peeked around his bike to see Tig on the ground and blood pooling.

Happy ran out and grabbed Tig by the kutte, dragging him back to behind the bikes. "We need to get out of here, it looks like he took two bullets. One to the stomach and one to the chest." Jax said as Quinn was on the phone with the men at the clubhouse.

The Mayans moved on as the clubhouse van pulled up, Quinn and Happy loaded Tig in the van while Jax and Chibs loaded the bikes on the trailer. They headed towards the hospital at hopes that Tig would survive the ride. Chibs sat in the front seat his head pounding thinking about Hartley, what would she do if she knew he might die on that operating table? He pulled out his phone and looked at his background, a picture of Hartley and him stared back at him. And so he did what he thought was best and he sent a text.

Hartley, I know that we are the last people you want to hear from. I know that you left because of what we put ourselves in as a club, but honey I know you and I know you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if your father died and you didn't see him one last time. Hartley your father got shot.

He tucked his phone back into his kutte pocket and prayed that her loving demeanor wasn't distorted too much by the corruption of the club and members he called his brothers. No one else saw it but he paid close attention to his god daughter and he knew in his heart that she left in the middle of the night because of this club. The cartel shit was getting dirty and she knew it before it happened. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he was hopeful it was her, he pulled it out and sighed. No luck.

Hartley Rose Trager sat in her bedroom floor, in a towel, leaning against her bedroom door listening to her daughter peacefully sleep, she had been gone for a year and she didn't know how to proceed. She let the tears slide down her cheek thinking about her father dying without knowing she still loved him. So she did what she knew she had to do, she slipped her Nike sweatpants on, a white beater and she began packing hers and her daughters bag.

The sun rose and Hartley got up off the futon in her daughter's room, she looked over at her three-month old daughter wiggling around in the crib. She got up and grabbed her daughter cooing to her and giggling as she got her dressed, she finished off her daughter with the pink beanie with the Sons of Anarchy reaper on the front. She slipped into her own bedroom and pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, her black boots, a white v neck t shirt tucked in in the front and finally she pulled on her black leather jacket. She threw her duffle bag, Jasey's diaper bag over her shoulder and tucked Jasey into her carrier.

She locked her front door of her Tacoma home one last time as she turned and walked towards her matte black Dodge Ram, she hooked Jasey's carrier into the car seat base and threw the bags into the other side of the backseat. She climbed into the front seat and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She had a feeling she was going to regret this.

A lot of people never thought about the fact that some of these men and old ladies in the Sons of Anarchy could have kids, it was a hard thought for people on the outside to grasp their minds around. That these people who chose to live on the outside could have families and future generations of family. Hartley was a spitting image of her father and mother, she had her father's black wild curls and his piercing blue eyes. She had her mother's build, short, muscular and fit with a nice set of tits and a nice ass. She was covered in tattoos, a few for the club and a few for herself. But her most noted tattoo was her crow, its talons rest above her butt, her wings spreading out across shoulders, its head nestled on her neck, a crown sat upon its head with a smiley face in the crown, a blood red ribbon wrapped around its body with blood dripping off it. Her mother was a crow eater from back in the day who after she had Hartley left town and never came back. She grew up with her father and the club and no one else.

Hartley drove through the day and into the night, she crossed her eyes when she saw the 'Welcome to Charming' sign, she never felt so mocked in her life. She debated turning back around and returning to her home that never felt quite like home a disgusting feeling rose in her heart at the thought that driving through this town felt right. She pulled into the St. Thomas hospital parking lot and mumbled under her breath, "It's now or never."

She got out of the car and went around to the backseat grabbing Jasey's baby carrier and diaper bag, she walked through the doors and she saw her uncles, Bobby, Clay, Quinn, her godfather Chibs, her friends Juice, Jax, Opie and Phil and finally she saw her estranged husband Happy. No one looked up at the doors opening so she went to the desk.

"Hi I'm here for an Alexander Trager?" Happy's eyes shot open when he heard her voice his head, along with everyone else in SAMCRO heads shot up and looked to the desk. Standing there in her tight jeans and old riding boots was his wife. Chibs moved over to the counter and brought her into a hug and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She held up her finger to him and turned around to pick up her daughter's carrier, something nobody had noticed. He guided her over to all of the SAMCRO members. They entire waiting room just stared at her.

"Well is someone going to tell me what the hell happened?" Her voice cracked in the middle and her daughter began to cry. Hartley folded over and unbuckled Jasey, she kept her wrapped in a blanket and sighed.

"He was shot while we were trying to take out a Mayan warehouse on your birthday, he is still in surgery, its going on 16 hours." Clay said as he stood and composed himself.

"What is that?" Happy stood up and looked at her, towering over her. Hartley turned and glowered at him. He knew what was coming she was not happy.

"This right here is your fuckin daughter who you would know nothing about if all of you stupid piece of shit men had only made smart decisions with this club! I wouldn't have had to leave my life in Tacoma, my nice quiet life with my daughter if it hadn't been for this club. My dad wouldn't be fighting for his life if it wasn't for this club. I'm only here because Chibs had the decency to not only notice why I left but to also let me know that my dad could die." She let out a breath and they all stepped back, Bobby fell into his seat with his head in his hands.

"I'm looking for the family of Alexander Trager?" A doctor came out saying, Clay stood up but Jax pulled him back down and they watched as Hartley turned around, switching Jasey to her other hip.

"I'm his daughter."

"Your father had quite extensive damage, he made it through surgery but the next 24 hours are critical. He is awake and all patched up, we just need to watch for the wounds reopening or anything else that could happen." Hartley nodded and followed the doctor into her father's room. His eyes went wide as she pulled up a chair, a little purple bundle in her arms.

"Baby? That really you?" He asked and smiled.

"Hi daddy, I want you to meet your granddaughter Jasey. Chibs texted me and told me you got hurt, I packed up and came right away. I'm so sorry I left, I had no idea I was pregnant when I did." She let a tear run down her face. He took her hand and kissed it.

"Been a rough year without you," She smiled a sad smile. Chibs, Happy and Clay stood outside the door watching Hartley and Tig laugh and smile, occasionally switching who held Jasey, Tig held her hand and just rubbed it smiling the whole time.

"I think our girl is home for good gentlemen." Clay pat their backs and smiled.