For the next two weeks, against Harley's will, Gemma had all but made it her mission to insure her daughter never left the house. She was under constant supervision whether that be under Gemma's care or one of the unlucky prospects who had the misfortune of sitting around with her. A few members of the club had swung by to see how she was doing, bringing things they thought she could use to make the time pass by quicker.

However, no matter how hard she tried to forget about what had gone down in the hospital, it was always lingering in the back of her mind. Of course, she understood that the majority of the blame fell on her shoulders, she realized that. However, for the life of her, Harley couldn't understand why Opie couldn't hear her out. The least he could do was allow her to tell him the full story in order for him to be truly mad with her. At least then he could have more of a reason to go out of his way and make her home life worse than she ever thought it could be.

Though she tried her hardest to believe Gemma when she had returned from TM a few nights back to tell her that no one thought any differently of her, she just couldn't do it. At first, she was confused when Clay had come home, slamming doors behind him and raising his voice at every little thing. Harley had approached her father, raised brows as she asked him what was wrong.

"Tell me he's lying, Harley." He had all but demanded, gripping her shoulders as the front door was pushed open and Gemma came hurrying in, Tara and Jax not far behind. "Tell me it's not true!" Harley had gapped at her father, hissing at the pressure he put on her shoulders as she looked to her mother with wide eyes. "Don't you look at her, Harley Morrow, you tell me the truth right now!"

"I-I don't know what you're talkin' about, Dad." She uttered out, stumbling over her words as she looked towards Gemma who was moving towards the pair slowly. "I Haven't, I don'-"

"Did you or did you not run off to have a baby?" Clay had hissed lowly, his blue eyes, identical to Harley's clouded in anger and despair. The confusion fell from her face as her head snapped to look at Gemma and Tara. She looked to see Jax shaking his head as he left the house, slamming the door behind him. "Answer me, God dammit!"

"Clay!" Gemma shouted, moving forward to try and diminish the situation. "You're hurting her." Harley noticed the way he looked to his hands and released her shoulders instantly. Her mother had calmed the situation and sat the two of them down, forcing Tara to leave in order to talk to her daughter and husband.

Though it had taken a few days for Clay to realize that the situation his daughter had been in was one surrounded by trauma and sadness, he had finally forgiven her and was beginning to come to terms with his deceased grandson. The same couldn't be said for Opie who had gotten himself drunk and blurted it out in the clubhouse, shocking everyone surrounding him.

Once Harley's two-week unofficial house arrest was up, she was once again allowed to go about her day to day life as she chose fit. However, she had taken a couple more days to hide away in the house, preferring not to show her face around the clubhouse for fear of being rejected. Much to the surprise of Harley, it had been Jax who had showed his own face at the house, demanding that she stop sulking and get down to TM where she was needed to help file the cabinets. After a good hour of another round of shouting and making up, Harley had accompanied Jax to Teller-Morrow with the promise not to disappear if anyone gives her any shit.

Harley sighed deeply as she ran her hands through her hair and picked up another folder, checking the first letter before she slid it into the slot labelled for B. Pushing the cabinet shut, she smiled as she took in the clean office, thankful to have something to pass the time. Just as she was about to take a seat at the desk, a knock erupted on the side panel of the door.

"Hey," A man called out, smiling as Harley raised a brow at him. "Sorry, my car's been on it's last leg, and I was wondering if I could get it looked at." He told her, motioning to the red, beat up car parked not too far from the office. Harley moved to get a look at it, snorting as she did so. "What?"

"Nothin'." Harley muttered, moving to grab a form and a clipboard as she shook her head with a smirk. "Just think that truck needs to be scrapped not brought here." She told him, shrugging as she handed him the clipboard and a pen. "I need your name, number, your address and sign at the bottom of the page."

"If you wanted my number, you could just ask and not worry about me writing all this crap down." He told her with a smirk on his face. Harley stared blankly at him, her skin crawling slightly at the blackness of some of his teeth. "What do you need my address for anyway?"

"One, I don't want your number. Two, if you eye fuck me like that again I'll be sure it's the last thing you do. I need your address to make sure you don't fuck off and leave that cage on the lot. Let's just say the men who work here will be more than happy to drop it back home for you."

"You're Harley, yeah?" The man smirked, nodding as though he suddenly understood why she had spoken to him the way she had done. "As in Harley Quinn? Yeah, get you a lick of blonde hair and I see it… Your mamma's idea I bet." He added, raising a brow as Harley's furrowed. It was then that she recognized him as one of the hang abouts.

Harley stared blankly at him, shaking her head slightly as she smirked herself. "No." She told him with a shake of the head. "Harley as in the motorbike." She added, watching as his grin slowly fell from his face to be replaced with a scowl. "And for the record, my dad named me. You may know him actually! His names above the lot if you ever forget."

He grumbled under his breath as he filled the form in and dropped in onto the desk, his keys on top before he waltzed out the office and towards the picnic table. Harley shook her head, chuckling to herself as she grabbed the keys and clipboard and made her way to the side door, pushing it open and looking to see who wasn't doing anything productive.

Harley was about to move towards her brother in order to ask him to find someone to take a look at the cage outside before her eyes caught that of Piney's who was sat off to the side, fixing his oxygen tube. He motioned her over with the paper he was reading, smiling as though telling her he wasn't going to lecture her. "You need somethin', Sweetheart?"

"Er, hey... Yeah, I've got the keys to the red bombshell outside." She told him, handing him the clip-board as he took a look at it. "The men out on the table owns it. Tried to tell him that it needs scrapping, but he took no notice." Piney nodded at her words, smiling up at her, and he moved to take her hand and squeeze it gently.

"I have Ope take a look at it when he's finished up... How you doin', Harls?" He asked, making eye contact with her as she noticed that there was no judgement or hate in his eyes. "I can't begin to imagine what you're going through... What you're still going through. I want you to know that I'm here for you if you need to talk. And I'm sorry for the way that son of mine handled the situation."

Harley smiled softly, shaking her head. "You don't have to apologize for him, Piney... I shouldn't have kept it from anyone and I'm really sorry I never told you too. You had a right to know." She sighed before she looked up and noticed Opie working on one of the cars, his face was void as he did so. "I want to make the situation... Okay. I know I could never fix it but I want to try."

She knew that what she had said was the truth. It had taken Harley a long time to come to terms with the death of Jacob and though she knew she was the last person Opie would ever want to talk to now, she was the only other person who knew the pain he was in. Jacob was theirs and theirs only. She had taken him from his father who deserved the chance to at least meet his son and grieve alongside her.

"You know, he's finishing up in a bit." Piney finally said, motioning to the clip board as he smiled sadly. "I can have someone else do this and you could… you could take him." Harley frowned at the old man, not understanding what he was getting at. "I'll talk to Clay and get him the day off tomorrow as well. You take him and the two of you go and see your son."

Harley's eyes slowly began to fill with tears as she nodded, understanding what he was telling her. In order for her and Opie to at least be on the same page, she had to take him back to Oakley in order for them to at least spend time at the cemetery where Jacob rests. Piney nudged her and motioned over to his son who was cleaning his hands on a rag and moving towards them. He stared blankly at Harley before he handed the keys over to his father.

"Son, wait." Piney spoke up when he went to turn away. Harley fiddled with her hands as she looked away from the pair of them. "Take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow too." He told him before he pointed towards Harley and stood up, moving away to leave the two to themselves.

Harley heard Opie sigh before he turned to look down at her. Looking up, she met his eyes as she opened her mouth and closed it a few times, trying to find the right words. "I... Opie, I just... I'm going up to Oakley." She finally told him softly, noticing the way he raised a brow at her.

"Oakley, it's Uh...Where I've been the last year. It's... It's where Jacob is and I'm going up to visit him... I was wondering If you might want to come with?" She watched as his jaw clenched slightly before he breathed a deep breath out of his nose. He met her eyes once more and Harley noticed as the anger seemed to diminish the longer he looked at her. She raised a brow and motioned to her car on the lot. "It's bit of a drive, so I'm going now."

Opie nodded slowly, placing the rag on the table as he motioned for her keys she had just taken out of her pocket. Harley frowned slightly, holding them out to him as he took them in his larger hands and moved around her. Harley followed after him, realizing that Opie wasn't a man to sit back and let a woman drive him around. She vividly wondered why he wasn't taking his bike before she shook her head and didn't bother trying to work it out. The pair got in the car and were off before Harley even had a chance to utter another word.