"Hey, so I'm in Charming, at the clubhouse, and you're not here…you need to get your ass here now…I don't care what you're doing," Chelsy says leaving a voicemail on Abel's phone. She was at the clubhouse, and Tara greeted her letting her know Abel was doing something for the club and would meet her at the house.

"You ready, sweetheart?" Opie calls out to her. He was gonna lead her and her brother to the house.

"Yeah…can I ask you something, Opie? What's Abel doing?" she asks really curious. She knows she probably won't get an answer out of him, but Abel promised he'd be here.

"He's doing something for you," Opie tells her grinning at her.

"Doing what for me? Oh, come on, you can't tell me that and not tell me what he's doing," she tells him laughing at the light shrug he does.

"You'll like it, and I won't tell you more so don't ask. Come on, let's go," he tells her. -

When they get to the house, she goes up to the door and notices a package at the front.

"I'll carry that," Opie tells her. "You ordered anything down here?"

"No, not me, it's probably Abel's," she tells them taking her leather jacket off and placing it on the couch. She thanks Opie and sees him off before turning to her brother.

"I gotta go back to the clubhouse for a meeting…I'll probably just crash there. Let me know if you need anything," he tells her kissing her forehead and pulling her in for a tight hug. "I love both of you."

"I love you too, and your niece is gonna love you just as much," she tells him hugging him back just as tight.

"All right, call if you need something. The prospect will stay here until Abel gets here," he tells her.

"Okay, love you," she tells him as he gets on his bike. She stays by the door, leaning against the house, and as she watches him ride away, she goes back inside and remembers the package. She opens it and what's inside warms her heart.

The package was from Wendy. Inside the box contained photos of Abel when he was born as well as his sonogram pictures. There were all sorts of collages that contained the same pictures, just arranged differently. Chelsy figured Wendy didn't have any more pictures to keep adding to her collection. Abel was still a young baby wrapped up in his warm blanket sleeping in most of the pictures. There was a note attached to a sealed envelope.

I know you don't want me to be a part of your life, Abel, but I want you to know you've been a part of mine since the moment I found out I was having you. I hope, maybe with time, you'll be okay with getting to know me. I know I don't deserve it, but I'm not the same woman I was twenty years ago. You're the most important part of me, and I love you….this box is all I have of you, and I've gone through it every day it seems. Please don't shut me out. I love you and I would like to be a part of your family.

As Chelsy read this, she couldn't help but sympathize with Wendy. When she found out she was having her little girl, her world shifted and her daughter became the most important thing to her. She couldn't imagine not knowing her or watching her grow.

"Chelsy?" Abel says coming inside.

"Hey, you're here," Chelsy said dropping the note and letting herself be surrounded by his warmth.

"Man, you get bigger every time I see you," he tells her appreciating the view of her cleavage.

"Well, you enjoy it now, but thanks to you, I've had to invest in new bras and not necessary lace ones either. My boobies are tender," she tells him in a whiny voice hugging her boobs closer to her chest.

"They look beautiful, sweetheart, and lace bras or not, you'll still be the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he tells her kissing her. His kiss is gentle, almost like he's reintroducing himself to her full, soft lips.

"That's nice," she whispers when he pulls away.

"I'm a nice guy," he jokes to her pulling her close and walking her towards the back when he notices the package.

"What's this?" he asks.

"It was on the doorstep when I got home. It's from Wendy. She really wants to see you…did you call her?" she asks him not wanting to pressure him, but she does feel for Wendy.

"No, not yet. I'll call tomorrow and straighten this shit out. I don't want her near us. I didn't when my parents told me about her and I don't now," he said as he closes the box not bothering to look in it as he drops it on the floor and pushes it to the wall. "I'll throw it out tomorrow."

"Don't do that," she tells him. "Those are her memories. We'll just send them back to her."

"Why do you care?" he asks her taking his cut off and putting it over the back of a dining room chair and then pulls the chair out to sit down.

"I don't know…this box is all she has of you…we don't need to be cruel to her," she says going to sit in his lap.

"Fine, we'll mail it back. I want you to stand with me on this, babe. I don't want her in our lives or anywhere near our daughter," he tells her.

"It's your decision, Abel. If you don't want her here, I support you in this, but I think you should meet her, and tell her face to face," she tells him running her fingertips across the back of his neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. It wouldn't help her, and meeting me will only give her false hope. If I meet her once, then she'll think I can meet her again. I don't want to see her. She has her life, and I have mine," he tells her before wrapping one arm underneath her knees and picking her up bridal style and going to the bedroom. "Now, I want to stop talking about Wendy, and I want to start loving you."

"I second that," she tells him lightly biting the side of his jaw.

They reach the bed and she looks around the room, noticing nothing's changed since the last time she was here. Her attention is quickly brought back to Abel when he runs his teeth through her shirt over the inside of her breast.

"Gently," she tells him as he lifts her shirt off of her and quickly disposes of her jeans. He runs his hands slowly over her tummy and slowly leans down to kiss her right over where their baby rests.

"I'm gonna miss this," he comments and rests his head against her stomach.

"You'll know everything, about every appointment and every piece of clothing she gets, how big she's getting. I'll video the birth if you want," she tells him through unshed tears. "You won't see the actual coming out of my vagina part, but you'll see her when she's born."

"I won't be here for you either," he says to her as he brings himself a little lower right above her silk covered panties and runs his fingertips across gently over the top of the lace.

"You're here now, and you'll be here when you get out. It's just a temporary separation," she tells him letting him know she isn't angry with him. "I don't blame you, Abel, I just hate this whole mess."

He doesn't reply. Instead, he rips the thin material off her body and thrusts his tongue inside her causing her to push her body up, the sensations too much too fast. He holds onto her hips tightly, forcing her to take what he's giving her.

"That's so good," she says gripping the covers beneath her hands. She wraps her thighs around his head, and as his tongue circles around that sensitive nub, she moans letting herself go.

"I'm gonna miss that," she tells him panting, trying to catch her breath.

"Me too, freckles," he tells her using his nickname for her as he rushes to shed his own clothes. "I hope she gets your freckles."

"Hmmm…"she moans out right before he positions himself inside her slowly and forcing her to take the slow intrusion.

"Damn, you're amazing," he whispers in her ear moving his hips faster and faster, not able to hold out for long.

As they both find solace in each other, across town, Wendy's friend, Sami, sits around a night club watching her girls do their job on the stage and as hostesses.

"Is it true?" a red-haired girl named Gina comes up to her.

"Is what true?" Sami asks innocently.

"Queen Tara and the cop dude," Gina says. "It can't be, right? I mean, this would've gotten out by now."

"I don't know. I know some girls are gonna bring it up at the wrap party, but I don't know. Now, stop gossiping and get back to work," Sami tells her watching her walk back to her customers. Sami takes out her phone and sends the picture of Tara and Kohn to a few girls who'll make sure the pictures get around. Sami agrees that someone should've taken the time to investigate Charming's new queen a long time ago. Thankfully, Wendy's back now, and she's the only one with enough balls to stand up to Tara. Sami, herself, had tried to go her ten rounds with Tara, but Tara always beat her because she had the one thing Sami could never get in all her years of offering up her services to the men in the club. Tara had the club's undying support, the love of the president, and with that came the power to dictate which girls stay and which girls go. In her youth, Sami didn't have what she has now. She didn't have the steady income that came with being a manager at the popular strip club set up by the now retired club member, Tig, right outside Charming. Back then, she was scared to lose the men's attention. Now, all these years later, Sami didn't need the club as much anymore, but she would never pass up the chance to knock Tara off her pedestal.

…

As Chelsy laid on her side with Abel close up against her and his arm wrapped around her comfortable, she couldn't sleep, and her mind kept wandering back to Wendy. All things considered, Wendy's right. The past is the past, and the present is the present. She quietly and slowly reaches over to night stand and reaches for her phone. She scrolls down to Wendy's number and writes her a message.

I read your note and went through the box. I'm sorry for your pain, but Abel doesn't want to see you and it's important that you respect his decision.

She sends the text, and a few seconds later, she gets a reply.

"Would you mind meeting with me tomorrow?" Wendy asks. Chelsy stares at the text before looking back at Abel's sleeping body. He looks so peaceful, and when she looks back at the text, she texts, yes. When she places her phone back on the table, she looks back at him, not sure exactly of why she said yes, but knowing it's the right thing to do.

A/N: Here you go guys. Thanks for all the reviews. Everyone's been amazingly receptive, and I appreciate it so much. We'll do another double next week. Expect one Tuesday and one Friday.