The rest of the day was a blur. I had picked up Sophie from daycare and we had gone to the grocery store to pick up some dinner. I had been getting some texts but had refrained from looking at them till I got home. Sophie was enjoying picking out a little coloring book for herself since she had done really well at daycare the last few days.
Getting home I pulled out the groceries from the car and let Sophie walk up the stars holding onto the rail by her. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and tried to pry it out while holding the bags. It was Opie; I was a little surprised that it was him calling me and not Jax. I opened my front door, let Sophie in and grabbed the bags setting them down on the kitchen table and grabbed the phone just in time before it went to voice mail. "Hey what's up" I said a little out of breath. "Hey, just seeing if your coming out tonight?" my smile left my face. "Coming out to where?" I hadn't been aware that there were any Sons functions this evening. His voice got a little lower "it's just a thing, its fine if you can't be there…" his words trailed off, I didn't really know what he was talking about or why he was even calling me about it. Jax or Gemma usually let me know about those things. "What is it you're not telling me Op?" I said trying to pry it out of him. He was silent for a long time, maybe organizing his thoughts to give me an answer. "I think you should come tonight, at the clubhouse 10pm." Now I was even more confused. "Sorry Op I can't come out and play tonight, no babysitter and I got somewhere to be tomorrow." I could hear a sigh into the phone from Opie. "Ok…but if you change your mind, let one of us knows…OK?" "Yeah sure, I'll talk to you later; I gotta put this food away." And he hung up the phone. That was kinda weird, Opie was usually more playful but this time he was kinda cryptic with his tone.
I made good old Mac and cheese that night for us, now sitting on the couch putting on a Disney movie so Sophie would fall asleep soon I realized that I hadn't heard my phone in a while and grabbed it out of my purse, where I had put it after the weird call from Op earlier. There were a few texts from Gemma, Luann and one from Jax. The one from Jax I had to read a couple of times to understand what he was trying to say. It didn't make sense at all, maybe if I call him, see what's up. I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up. After the third ring, there was a muffled sound on the end a couple of voices in the background…a woman's voice, a voice that I recognized. "Hello…" he said with a groggy voice into the phone. That was not what I was expecting; I was taken off guard and couldn't speak. "Hello?" he said again. "Who is it?" I heard in the background. Before I could respond or he could say another word I hung up the phone. Why was he with her again?
I decided after Sophie had gone to sleep I was going to drown my sorrows a little bit. Reaching up to a tall shelf in the kitchen I grabbed down my jack that I had been saving for a while. I didn't bother with a cup and sat back down on the couch, lighting up a cigarette ready to watch some bad TV for the night.
About an hour later and a quarter of the bottle gone I heard a knock on the door. I decided to ignore it until they kept on knocking. Placing the bottle back on the coffee table and putting out the joint that I had just finished a few minutes ago I headed towards the door. Looking through the peep hole for a second making sure it wasn't some crazy person I saw it was Opie. What the fuck was he doing here? I wondered and cracked open the door. "And what do I owe this pleasure?" I said only peaking me head out a little. Opie smiled a little at me and started to move towards the door pushing it open. "Came by to make sure everything's good." I sighed. "What do you mean Op? You have been weird all day. Do you really have to come all the way in?" I said not wanting him to see my pit of despair that was the couch with my bottle standing there in its glory. He saw it right away and took a seat in front of it on the couch right in my spot. I walked around to where he had gone and sat down next to him. He didn't say anything for a while and just looked down at the bottle. "You going to finish that tonight?" he said, I wasn't sure how far I was going to go and it was really none of his business. "Not sure yet, go for it if you want." He nodded and grabbed the bottle and took a couple of shots out of the neck and handed it over to me. I decided to keep up with him and took a couple ourselves. "So you just came here to check up on me?"
I was interested in why he was here. "Yeah, I know what happened earlier and that you went to see your mom today." I was kinda shocked, "are you following me or something?" I wouldn't have been surprised if someone had been. "You know people talk, especially about club issues." Club issues? I was an issue now? I turned around on the couch and looked at Opie; he was still staring out towards the TV. "Its none of you guys business what I do outside of work, I don't understand why that would be an issue." He turned around to face me also. "You know what would happen, if Jax knew his baby mamma was stripping in front of a camera." That made me angry, he didn't control me. "Fuck Jax, has off fucking Tara anyway. I have nothing left for him. Anyway who said I was taking anything off?" Opie looked at me surprised he really didn't understand mine and Jax's relationship but tonight hurt. He took another couple of swigs from the bottle and set it down, I had also grabbed for it before he was placing it down and grabbed his hand too. He looked back at me and handed the bottle back. "I know your hurt, but that isn't going to fix things." I know he was right, his old man had tried to find that happiness at the bottom of a bottle for years now and he still hasn't found it. "At this point I don't care." I put the bottle back on the coffee table and leaned back running my hand across Opie's leg, I felt his body stiffen. "Don't" he said looking down at my hand where I had kept it in place. "Or what?"