To say that the last few days had been emotional for Harley was an understatement. After hearing Gemma and Jax's voices and knowing that her brother was coming for her spiked a fire inside her that she thought had died sometime during the duration of her kidnapping. Though she wouldn't exactly say she was still kidnapped, mostly due to the fact that Cameron had been found dead the night Trinity had returned home. Though she was by no means being neglected in any way, Harley still didn't feel safe around the SAMBEL lot, with whom she had met after Trinity dragged her along to a small gathering they were having. McGee, Maureen's old man and one of the first nine to form the Sons of Anarchy had told her multiple times that the members of the original charter would be arriving in Ireland, soon.

Soon, Harley thought bitterly as she pulled on her shoes and laced them up, grumbling the word under her breath in different tones as if trying to mock the old man. To say that she didn't trust McGee was an understatement. As far as Harley was concerned, she couldn't trust the man as far as she could through him. Every time she had seen him he had a look on his face as if he knew something she didn't. The tight-lipped grin he'd send her way when he thought she wasn't looking made her seethe in anger at the prospect of the old man doing something he wasn't supposed to.

However, she was alone in her thoughts when it came to the Belfast lot. If there was one thing she understood about her time in the country, it was to not piss of any of the Irish. It could just as easily snap onto her. "Harley!" She was interrupted by Maureen calling her name from her kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up onto her feet and made the short walk out of Trinity's bedroom and towards the kitchen. She raised a brow, leaning on the door frame as she watched Maureen smile at her. "Just got a call from my old man." The blonde said, motioning to her phone as she finished off her cigarette. "He and a few others have just met up with the SAMCRO boys at the port."

Harley froze, her face portraying every ounce of shock she felt as her heart rate picked up slightly. "They're here?" She found herself asking, watching as Maureen nodded with a smile. "Now?" She added, watching as the blonde nodded once more. "Do you know whose here?"

"Your Da's been on the phone with my old man... There's a few whose come over." Maureen told her, standing up from her seat at the kitchen table and grabbing her jacket. "Triny's going to meet us on the way." She told Harley, pulling her jacket on and grabbing her keys off the counter before she motioned for Harley to lead the way.

Harley nodded, her limbs flaying slightly as she tried to contain herself. She hadn't expected to wake up to her family in the country and though she didn't want to admit it, she had half expected McGee to be lying. She led the way down the hall, pulling the front door open and jogging down the metal steps as she heard Maureen pull the door closed and lock it.

Stuffing her hands into her pockets, Harley waited for the blonde to arrive at her side before she motioned for her to lead the way. It took the two woman a few short minutes of walking up and down roads before the familiar blonde headed Trinity turned around a corner and met up with them. She greeted the two before the three set of once more down a long road that held the lot in which SAMBEL's parties were held.

Harley grinned almost as soon as she had crossed the road with the two blondes. She could clearly see plenty of familiar faces and though she tried not to act like a little bitch, she could feel the tears blurring her vision as she stopped and surveyed the men for a moment. However, as she continued to look over them, her eyes widened when she noticed her mother among the men, looking out of place.

Though she couldn't remember ever telling her legs to move, Harley found herself walking onto the lot, grinning through a set of tears as she did so. "Ma!" She called out, watching Gemma spin around and lower her sun glasses. Harley openly laughed at the look that crossed her mother's face as she made her way towards her, watching the older woman begin to move towards her.

"Baby..." Gemma trailed off as soon as she had stopped in front of Harley, her arms reaching out to pull her daughter into her arms. Harley snuggled in, resting her chin on Gemma's shoulder as she grinned at the boys. She felt Gemma squeeze a fraction tighter and found herself breathing much more slowly, her body melting into her mother as every muscle lost its tension. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, baby. I want you to know tha-"

"It's not your fault." Harley told her, honestly, pulling away and grinning at Gemma. "Don't blame yourself because you need someone to blame... Cameron is dead and that's that. Now that you're here, we're going to get Abel back and everything is going to be fine." She recited the words she had spoken to herself every night since being in Ireland.

Before she could even pull away from her mother properly, Clay had waltzed over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, gently rubbing her arm. Somehow, in the arms of her father, he made everything that'd happened a little less bleak. He didn't have to say anything because Harley already knew. He was sorry for what had happened, and he was never going to let it happen again.

The next five minutes was spent greeting the rest of the boys, her brother included as she tried and failed to keep her happy tears at bay. The whole time she had spent with them, she could still see Trinity and Maureen off to the back a little, giving her the privacy, she simply didn't need.

It was her brother who had finally gripped her shoulders from behind and spun her in a direction he wanted her facing. She frowned slightly, wondering what he was doing before she sighed quietly and looked up at a smirking Opie, a grin of her own finding its way on her face. "Hey." He greeted her, chuckling when she all but dived for him, her arms snaking around his waist as he allowed his own to pull her tightly to his chest. "Harley... I got your message." He whispered, watching as she leaned away and raised a brow at him. He smiled once more, resting his forehead against hers. "For what it's worth, I love you to. I never stopped."

Harley stared at him for a moment, her mouth falling open slightly before she grinned brightly once more, pulling him close once more. She felt a hot breath on her neck, then the tender brush of lips; Burning as they made contact with her neck. "I love you too." She muttered. She pulled away from him, wiping at her cheek as she allowed him to brush his lips against her own before she gripped his large hand in hers and turned around. Waving the two blondes over, Harley pulled Opie along as she came to a stop beside Gemma who was eyeing Maureen blankly as the two women made their way towards them. "Ma, this is Maureen and Trinity." She told her, pointing towards each woman. "They've been good to me." She added, smiling softly at the look of slight happiness that Maureen let slip. "This is my mother, Gemma." She pointed as she spoke of who she was talking about. "My dad, Clay... Jax my brother and this is... Opie, he's a... He's my-"

"She's my old lady." Opie interrupted, pulling his hand from hers and wrapping it around her shoulders, bringing him into his side as she looked up and smiled softly at him. She nodded, agreeing with him when he raised a brow, almost asking if it was alright.

"Well, welcome... Clay." Maureen finally spoke up, taking Clay's hand and shaking it. Harley nudged Opie's side softly and motioned to Gemma whose face had still not changed as she eyed Trinity who tried not to cower under her gaze. "Jax..." She muttered, shaking her brothers hand in her own before she turned to Opie and smiled, taking his out stretched hand and shaking it. "Gemma." Maureen finally greeted, turning her gaze to Gemma's. The next minute was spent with another round of introductions as Trinity shook hands with Harley's family. "Will you go and watch the register, love?"

Trinity nodded at her mother. "Glad you're all here." She shot out, smiling as she nodded once more. "We'll see you later." She finally said before she spun on her heal and made her way back out of the lot.

Maureen watched her daughter leave for a moment before she cleared her throat, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to face Gemma. "Didn't expect you to make the journey." She said, stating what Harley had been thinking.

"Neither did the Feds." Gemma was quick to reply as Harley's mouth fell open, and she stared at the side of her mothers face.

"Where is my grandson?" She all but demanded, her hand coming out to grip Harley's and squeezing it as though knowing her daughter was in shock.

"Come on upstairs." Maureen said, nodding towards the back of the lot. "We'll have a cup of tea." Harley tried to shake her head at the blonde, knowing that what she had said simply wasn't what Gemma wanted to hear.

"I don't want any goddamn tea." She all but spat, her eyes showing the pain she was feeling of the loss of Abel.

Maureen stared at her blankly before she sighed, her own anger seeming to peak. "This is my home, Gemma. Wee bit of respect would go a long way. Clear to see that your daughter clearly didn't get her respect from you." At the mention of her daughter, Gemma squeezed Harley's hand and let out a small breath before she spoke up.

"You have coffee?"