AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't realize how short this chapter was. Sorry in advance for spelling and grammar errors. And as always thanks for reviews, favorites, and follows.

It's a quiet day at the garage. Considering ATF is looking for anything to grab onto these days, Jax decides it would be in his best interest that he actually uses a real power tool to earn some legitimate money. After all, Teller Morrow is a legitimate business and considering his plans it's in nobody's best interest to neglect the first source of legitimate income. He knows he surprises Wade, who was the opener today, but being there first, but Jax thinks the only reason he was here at the garage so early was because of Cheyenne. She had to do an early shift for St. Thomas and she was trying to clock as many hours she could before Abel came home.

He was worried that she might burn herself out, but he decides it isn't his place to intervene on Cheyenne's career unless it begins to interfere with their family.

So he arrived early and decided that it was best to start learning more about the management side of Teller-Morrow and keep up with his skills as a mechanic as he can admit he was pretty decent. He was good enough to earn himself a pay check.

So he found himself buried deep in work as guys trickled in and eventually Opie shows up and begins to work alongside him.

The two haven't really spoken since the hit on Heffner in Oakland.

Jax didn't think Opie was ready for that time of gig for the club. He wanted it to much to prove he was SAMCRO. Jax loved his brother deeply, but he was right in saying that he feared Opie might get sloppy with shit. He was tightly coiled these days and it seemed Donna hadn't heeded Cheyenne's advice in making things easier for Opie. And he thinks Opie hasn't had a minute to catch his breath since he was released.

"You haven't said much to me since Oakland." Opie starts.

"I don't got much to say, I guess." He tells him friend.

"You were right. I wasn't ready." Opie admits.

"It's done, bro." He tells his friend. But from the way Opie is sagging his shoulders he knows his friend is still stuck on that balcony. "You doing all right with all that?"

"I'm just a bit out of practice dealing with that shit, you know?"

"Yeah." Jax says as he thinks about his first kill and how he had lived hunched over a toilet for a few hours, but then Cheyenne was there and thinks even back then she made things easier to cope with. "You know, it's about something bigger, man. Club, family."

"And that got you past it?" Opie questions and Jax can see it that he is referencing to Calvin and how he murdered him in his own bedroom. And even though Jax is conflicted about how to change the club from it's outlaw ways and how his dad's words burn in his skull about blood not being the answer to everything, he knows that if anyone threatens his family – Cheyenne – he has no problem in spilling blood. So he replies with no hesitation.

"Yeah." He tells his friend firmly in the eye.

With a short break between appointments, Cheyenne finds herself at Abel's incubator and she knows with the pounds he's been putting on and how he is growing that her little boy will be out of the incubator very soon. However, her good mood about her son being able to find a home in her arms drops as she catches sight of Agent Stahl outside the room.

Cheyenne exits the room and stuffs her hands in her lab coat, "Can I help you?"

"Dr. Henderson, nice to see you again. May I, uh- May I ask you some questions?"

"Of course." Cheyenne replies with a tight smile as she leads them to a couch.

"I'm trying to wrap my brain around your history with Sam Crow."

"How is that?"

"Well, as we know, Dad was killed by who I presume to be your future father in law. Mom a junkie as well ups and leaves Charming leaving you in the care of Gemma and Clay, but has no problem moving on and apparently marrying a Russian by the name of Putlova. Brother is a member of the club has his own share of problems with a junkie for an ex-wife. You on the other hand were able to leave Charming for Med school. You graduated U.C.S.D. With honors. You were top of the class. Really very impressive."

"Yeah. I know. I was there." Cheyenne replies.

"Yes. And now you're here at St. Redneck's getting dirty with the bad boys and wound up pregnant. How does that happen? Hmm?"

"My personal life is really none of your business. What do you want?" Cheyenne says ending pleasantries.

"Fair enough. Do you know of any illegal activity that Jax Teller or the Sons of Anarchy are involved in?"

"No, I don't."

Stahl gives her a fake smile. "Well, that was easy. Well, listen, um, if you do think of something or you see something that just doesn't feel right - would you please give me a call?" The skinny blonde says as she hands her a card. "Thank you for your time, Doctor."

"What exactly is it you're hoping to find?" Cheyenne asks.

"Is that what Richards liked? Your inquisitive nature? He's M.I.A. Threw away his career for love. I just hope you're not doing the same, Doctor." Stahl warns.

Cheyenne knows better than to let a Fed get under her skin, but with the stress of Abel and the fact she mentioned Calvin, it's enough to loosen some screws, but not all of them. Yet, it's enough for Jax to notice as he strolls through the door not even five minutes later.

"It's all just smoke," Jax tells her as he tries to comfort her.

But she doesn't think this particular worry can be soothed away. This will always be a part of her life. Feds will always be looking for ways to take Jax and the club down for gun running and the other multitude of sins the club makes. She is always going to be subjected to questionings. Abel will now be used as some type of leverage to hold over her in choosing between her and Jax.

"She knows about Calvin," she tells him as she looks down at Abel. She hopes there will come a day that she won't associate Calvin with Abel's traumatic birth.

Jax seems a little taken back, but he hides any surprise quickly. "None of that will blowback on you. Calvin knew what was going to happen when he came up here."

"Guess I have you to thanks for being my Prince Charming, huh?" She asks him.

A smirk comes across his face as she steps forward and wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her cheek. "There's no need to thank me."

Cheyenne nods her head and laces her finger through Jax's as they admire Abel. "He may be getting out of the incubator soon. You sure you are going to be ready for that?"

Jax exhales a deep breath and his hold tightens on her. "Fatherhood seems scarier than the club." He reveals to her.

"We're in for one hell of a ride," she tells him.

"You're right about that, darlin'."

Before heading home for the day, Cheyenne is on her way to make one last visit to Abel when she stops in her track at the sight of Donna in his room.

Cheyenne gives Donna a smile, but she is confused by her presence. It wasn't as if the two didn't get along because they did just fine. Cheyenne was just aware that Opie and his family were going through a lot right now and Donna was mostly working trying to pay the bills and take care of her kids. She's also fairly certain that after what happened on Christmas Eve, the mother of two isn't happy that Opie has jumped back into the life.

"Hey, Don. Is everything okay?" Cheyenne asks as she steps into the room.

"The nurses said you were going to be in here. Is it okay that I'm here?"

"Of course. Abel's going to know you as his aunt anyway." Cheyenne tells her as she steps into the room and closes the door.

"How's he doing anyways?"

"Good. Dr. Namid says that he should be out of the incubator soon."

"God, I can't even imagine what you're going through." Donna says.

"It's better than the alternative," Cheyenne says with a small smile as she looks at Abel. Her arms ache to hold her little boy.

"I was just wondering if we could talk," Donna asks hesitantly.

"Of course," Cheyenne says as she motions for to take a seat in the rocking chair.

Cheyenne can tell that Donna is clearly frazzled out of her wits. Exhaustion is eating away at her bones. Her heart breaks for Donna because she knows out of everything involved in this Life, Donna doesn't deserve any of this.

"Today a woman – a Fed – came by asking me a lot of questions about Opie and the club," Donna starts out, "was a real nasty bitch."

"Stahl. She came by today too." Cheyenne confirms for her.

"I don't know what to do here, Chey." Donna reveals to her. "I love Opie. I do, but it's just not working and I don't care about the reasons behind it. It's just not working."

Cheyenne nods her head. She wasn't going to judge and most certainly wasn't to try to dictate on what Donna should do. Obviously she was here because she needed a friend. As much as she loved Opie, she knows that she can't tell Donna things that would keep Opie from hurting. She knows that if anything if the two stay in their marriage this miserable it was going to hurt not only them, but your children.

"No one will blame you if you decide to leave." Cheyenne tells her.

Donna snorts. "Are you sure about that?"

Cheyenne knows that Donna is clearly referring to Gemma and the club. "The club – Gemma – aren't in your marriage and certainly don't dictate it. You wouldn't be the first couple in this world to get a divorce and won't be the last."

"Leaving him feels to much liked betraying him."

"Struggle of being a mother and wife."

. . .

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lip asks Opie as they wait in the van for Jax.

Lip knew why Jax seemed adamant about Opie doing this small task, but their brother was not ready for anything when it came to the club.

Lip could sympathy because when he was married to Nina she always had him distracted from club shit. Lip was one to never underestimate the power of old ladies despite how shitty or amazing they were. So until Opie got his shit handled at home, he didn't think the man should be out doing jobs especially when it came to sabotaging the Feds.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Don't need to bullshit me, bro." Lip counters as he looks at him through the rearview mirror.

After all it looks like Opie hasn't had a good night's sleep in a while or probably since they apparently did murder for hire.

He didn't know why Opie was insisted on doing that shit and if anything It seemed Opie needed some counsel since he didn't have his shit together.

"Stahl came by and questioned Donna." Opie reveals to him.

Lip hums as he isn't surprised. Opie and Donna do have the most to lose right now and it's not surprising she was questioned along with his sister, Luann, and Cherry. Hence the reason they are sitting in the van hoping the Jax can relay to Luann that the Feds are trying to get Otto to rat.

"Set her off again?" Lip questions.

"Asked more questions than I could answer."

"Could or won't?" Lip clarifies. "Why don't you just tell her shit, Ope? The way you love Donna and the way you are you need to tell her shit."

"Did you tell Nina everything?"

"I didn't need to tell Nina shit. But I never hid who I was. She knew about the guns and she knew her role as an Old Lady." Lip tells his friend. He never felt conflicted about his lifestyle the way Opie and even Jax felt. They needed to tell their worries to their Old Ladies. And Lip has heard in the pass it's either all or nothing with Old Ladies, but he thinks it depends on the patch. Lip has always felt secure with his stance in the club. He never needed to lay doubts and worry on Nina, even if he wanted too. And besides if Nina wasn't so fucked up from the drugs, they still would've been good on that front. She wouldn't need to feed off his energy and pester him about shit.

Lip thinks Donna can clearly tell Opie is going through shit. She's feeding off it and even though in the past it worked with her not knowing it seems now it isn't working anymore.

"So how are you telling me to have full disclosure with Donna when you didn't with Nina?"

"Because I didn't need it with Nina. Clearly what you and Donna had before isn't working." Lip points out.

"I can't do that," Opie tells him.

"Why not?" Lip challenges. "Scared she's going to leave?" By Opie's silence he can tell that's the answer. "Look, I'm not the go to guy for relationship advice, but the women in our lives are smart and capable – strong. They see things the way we can't. And right now, Donna needs to know the whole picture so she can know which way to jump."

. . .

Cheyenne is jostled awake when she feels the bed move. She brings her head up and reaches for the alarm clock on the side table and sees that it is 3 o'clock in the morning. She finds herself being brought into Jax arms where he spoons her.

"Sorry," he tells her.

"You know these late nights won't work with an infant at home." She tells him sleepily. Cheyenne knows she will not hide her displeasure with Jax if she finds herself always home late at night without his help with Abel. She knows better than to make a fuss in public, but she will not hesitate to make her issues known with him behind closed doors about this.

"I know."

Cheyenne huffs as she turns to face him. She doesn't even have it in her to ask what he was doing this late at night. She finds that she really doesn't even want to know.

"How will this work?" She asks him quietly. She's a doctor and him an outlaw biker. Despite their history together, it doesn't change that they both have grown up to be different people. They had changed and were still trying to figure out one another. And being parents wasn't going to be easy.

He sighs as he pushes back some of her dark hair and cups her cheek. "We'll figure it out."