She was now an Old Lady: Property of Jackson Teller. They were not married in the eyes of the state, but in the eyes of the other club members. She was off limits and anyone who were to even think of her in the wrong way would more than likely get a world of shit dumped on them by Jax. She stood in the living room, holding the shirt that Gemma had given her and read the back. It was more or less a joke, but it held a ring of truth to it. The black shirt had the SAMCRO logo on the front and on the back in bold white letters, it read: "Property of Jax".

"I am gonna fucking kill him." Melanie said, balling up the shirt and rolling her eyes.

"We all get them, it's something they do." Gemma said, lighting a cigarette and sitting down on the couch. Melanie tossed the shirt on the matching chair and sat beside Gemma. "How you feeling today, baby girl?" Gemma asked putting her hand on Melanie's leg and looking at her with a deep concern etched across her face. Melanie smiled and placed her hand over the woman who had become more of a mother to her, especially recently.

"Great. Physical Therapy is over, and the doctor said that I can pretty much get back to my life as it was before the shooting." Melanie said.

At the sound of Abel's baby talk, they both looked over at the playpen where he was currently laying on his back, staring up at a moving mobile. He was smiling, and making baby talk, kicking his legs and flailing his arms about as he watched with avid interest as brightly colored fish twirled above his head.

"He's gonna start rolling over soon." Gemma said, getting up and to stand over the playpen and look down at her miracle grandson.

"I can't wait. I have the video camera ready for the exact moment. Jax already said I was to call immediately so he could get here as fast as possible." Melanie said. "I just can't believe all the laundry that something so small produces, not to mention…the gross shit that babies can put out. He's either shitting, drooling or spitting up." Melanie said. Gemma laughed.

"You don't want to have a couple of kids?" Gemma teased her, and Melanie flipped her off.

"No way in Hell." Melanie said.

Jax walked out of the Jewelry store holding a small white bag. He paused at this bike and pulled the black box with gold ribbon around it out and clutched it tightly. This time things were gonna work out right and nothing was gonna get in the way.

With a smile he put the box in his pants pocket and climbed on the bike.

A/N: Right so I am ending this story here. It's been this huge deal with me that I haven't had the damn opportunity to finish this story completely, and I needed to have that final chapter.

Boy oh boy, though! I was looking back at the past chapters and I am so irritated with myself. So many typos and grammar mistakes! I think when I have the chance I will have to do some serious editing.

Anyway, this is the end of me and my writing. I have actually been working on something else that I have wanted to post and have been putting off. You may see it soon, just want to make sure that everything is right.

Thanks for all the love on this story and don't worry….I have a very strong feeling there will be a sequel in the very near future! =D

~Inked4Life