Charlie-Jay Piermont Winston, or as he was most commonly known, C.J was a smiley baby boy. Though he had his mother's blue eyes and button nose, everything else he seemed to inherit from his father. Whether that be from the structure of his small face or the way he pursed his lips in his sleep; To Harley, he was every bit Opie's son.

Having been born much earlier than anyone anticipated, it came as no shock when he had to spend the better part of a month at the hospital in the NICU. However, being a fighter from day one, C.J's health had soured during his time in the hospital and was released quicker than anyone had thought he would be.

"I've just gotta ask, Lass." Chibs began, smiling softly at the tiny bundle in his car seat as Harley packed up a clean set of clothes for her son in the changing bag beside the two. "Why the Jay?" Harley smiled sadly as she zipped the bag up and pulled it onto her shoulder.

"The Jay was important to Ope and I." Harley told him, wrapping the blue blanket around C.J as she finally turned to look at Chibs who was fiddling with a beer. "Jay is for Jacob." She finally said, watching the man nod with a sad smile on his face. "Charlie will always have a piece of his brother with him, wherever he goes."

Chibs smiled once more, standing to pull her into a hug before he patted her shoulder, bid the baby farewell and made his way to the bar. Harley grinned softly at her son who was awake and staring back at her. Grabbing the handle on his carseat, Harley picked it up and made her way towards the double doors, pushing the open and moving out onto the lot.

Reaching up to pull her sunglasses from her head and onto her face, she fished for her keys in her pocket and began to short walk to her SUV parked beside the office. Before she could make it to her destination, she chuckled as Opie came into view, wiping his hands on a rag and placing the wrench on the car he was working on before he jogged to her.

"You heading off now?" He asked, calling out for Filthy Phil who was already strapping his helmet to his head. Opie pressed his lips to Harley's before he pulled away and took the car-seat from her and made his way to her SUV. Harley unlocked it with the key as she moved to the office, knocking on the door frame.

"I'm off to Stockton now." Harley told her mother, smiling at Unser who was sat on the sofa, drinking coffee from a mug. "You want me to tell dad anything?" She found herself asking, not knowing when the last time Gemma had visited Clay was.

"No, baby." Gemma told her, pulling her glasses off and twisting in her chair to grin at Harley. "You go and let your dad meet his grandson, yeah?" She said, noticing just how radiant Harley was looking in that moment. "Give him my love."

With a final nod, she bid the pair farewell and turned on her heal, making her way to the SUV just as Opie was shutting the back door up after buckling C.J 's car-seat in. Once the two stood in front of one another, Opie pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips to the spot just below her ear before he pulled away.

"Drive safely, baby." He muttered, his hand going to the back of her neck for a moment as Harley nodded. "I'll see you back home." He finished, pulling her face towards his and kissing her fiercely.

Harley pulled away once more, rolling her eyes at the grin he sent her as she pulled the driver's door open, pushed the changing bag onto the passenger seat and entered the SUV, pulling the door shut behind her and shoving the keys in the ignition. Turning the radio down to a lower volume, she pressed her foot on the gas and let the car roll to a start before she excited the lot, Filthy Phil following close behind on his bike.

The drive to Stockton state prison was for the most part quiet. Harley sung along to the radio under her breath as C.J was lulled to sleep by the vibrations the car produced. Harley ignored the new additions to Charming curtesy of Hale and wondered when the boys in prison was going to be told about the changes.

Before she knew it, she was pulling into the car-park and snagging one close to the doors. Harley hopped out the car and gathered up the changing bag before she moved to the back and unstrapped the car-seat before she lifted it up and out the car. Locking the car behind her, Harley chewed on her inner lip and eyed Filthy Phil for a moment who had parked beside her, pulling out a magazine to read while he wanted.

"Er, Phil?" She called out, snorting when he jumped and turned to look at her, his eyes wide as he pushed his glasses onto his face before he raised a brow. "You wouldn't mind coming in with me, would you? Prison isn't really my thing and I don't want to be sat around waiting with him on my own."

Filthy Phil nodded frantically, swinging his leg off his bike and following after her. The two entered the prison, starting the process of going through security which took them longer than necessary due to C.J being with them. Once they had made it through, Harley had chosen a table that was off towards the side which held a little more privacy.

Harley and Phil fell into small talk as Harley rocked the car-seat slightly while they waited for the prisoners to be released. Before long, a beeping filled the air as the doors of to the left slid open, and three prisoners walked out. Harley grinned as she stood up, moving around the table to throw her arms around Clay's shoulders. "Hey, dad!"

"Hey, baby." He greeted her, pulling away from her when one of the guards called out that it was enough touching. "How're you doing?" He asked, shaking Phils hand and giving the large man a firm nod.

"I'm really good, dad." Harley told him, wanting to make sure that he knew she was fine and not to worry about her. "How're you and the boys?"

"We're hanging in there." He told her as his eyes landed on the car-seat. Harley grinned at the way he seemed to light up at the prospect of being feet away from his first blood grandson. "You brought the little guy along?" He asked, his eyes moving to look at her as she nodded.

"I think it's only fair that C.J gets to meet his grandpa Clay, huh?" She said, kneeling down as she unstrapped the baby gently and pulled the blanket from around his form. She lifted him out the car-seat and into her arms as she moved to stand back in front of Clay who looked to be in awe of the bundle. "Meet C.J, dad... Do you wanna hold him?"

"Is that allowed?" He found himself asking though he really didn't care if it was. Harley nodded, telling him that she had spoken to a guard before she handed the baby to her father, watching him watch her son.

The time seemed to pass by quickly as Harley and Clay spoke about everything and anything while Phil had excused himself to a lone table in order to give the two some privacy. Harley could see the love in her fathers eyes for her little boy and couldn't help but feel her heart soar at the sight. Though she knew Clay had a lot of love it his heart, it was rarely shown nowadays and the rare show was much needed.