The sun was blazing through the window, making the room feel like it was sweltering. Abby opened her eyes and groaned. She wasn't sure if the groan was for the pounding that was going on inside her head or the aching of her joints from sleeping on the floor of what was to be the living room. Shielding her face as she sat up, she silently cursed the picture window she had been excited about.

Pushing herself to stand, she rubbed her temples and thought back to the previous evening. She remembered dancing with Tara and drinking a lot of vodka. She walked to the back door and gazed into her yard. The tents were still standing, but everything else was cleaned up. She owed Chucky bigtime for handling everything for her. Leaning against the door, she felt her stomach lurch as she remembered mouthing off to Juice and Bobby in front of everyone.

She jumped as she heard the front door swing open. Opie stepped inside, slamming the door hard behind him. Abby winced as the loud bang echoed in her ears, causing her head to pound fiercer.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was that too loud?" Opie greeted sarcastically.

"You're an ass," she grumbled, walking back to the living room to find her shoes.

"I'm an ass? I wasn't the one that started verbally attacking two club members last night." He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You have to get yourself under control. I get it, you have a bunch of shit creating chaos inside of you, but you can't fly of the handle when it builds up."

"Thanks, Dr. Winston," she snapped back.

"Hey," he boomed. "Don't get snippy with me. I'm trying to help your cynical ass."

Plopping down on the floor, Abby started to pull her boots on. "You're too good to me, Ope."

"I know," he chuckled. He glanced around the house, bringing his eyes back to Abby. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say there is no coffee in this place."

Abby laid back on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. Her head wouldn't stop pounding. "Unfortunately, no." She heard his footsteps make their way to where she was sprawled out. Opening one eye, she groaned as Opie loomed over her. She watched as he extended his hand out to her.

"Come on, I'll let you buy me coffee," he joked.

Feeling Opie pull her, she sprung up to stand. Bumping her elbow against him, she smiled. "I'll buy you two cups of coffee."

He wrapped his arm around her neck and laughed as he pulled her toward the door. "Ooh, big spender," he teased as they emerged onto the front porch, greeting the bright blue sky above.

The diner was empty for a Friday morning. Abby wasn't going to complain because that meant less noise which meant her headache would hopefully start to subside. She glanced around the diner and tensed up as her gaze fixed itself on one of the stools at the counter. She jumped as she felt Opie clear his throat.

"You okay?" he mumbled, pouring coffee into his mug then hers.

Pointing at the empty stool, she kept her eyes locked on it. "That's where I was sitting the night Jake and Darby's guys snatched me. I haven't been in here since I came back. I guess my hungover self had a momentary memory lapse when you said coffee."

"You couldn't avoid this place forever. The sooner you deal with it, the better."

"Are you just talking about the kidnapping or is there more to the statement?" she asked, stirring the cream and sugar into her mug.

He shrugged. "Should there be more?"

"I hate when you answer my questions with a question," she groaned, taking a sip of her coffee. She sunk back into the booth and slid down a bit, stretching her legs out to the side so she didn't hit him. "Look, I know, I have to talk to Juice. You're not the first person to insinuate that. I just don't even know how that conversation goes," she paused. "Hey, I was in love with you and you broke my heart, why'd you do it asshole?"

Chuckling, Opie brought his mug to his lips. "That's one way to go about it."

"Yeah, well, the idea of dealing with all that makes me want to jump in my car with Lucas and head back to Chicago." She yelped as she felt him kick her under the table. "What the hell was that for?"

"Do you remember when I came to Chicago?"

"You mean when Donna was killed, and you didn't tell me about it until you showed up on my doorstep?" She stopped, remembering when she opened the door to find Opie on the other side of it looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. She immediately knew something was wrong. "Yeah, I remember."

He pulled out his cigarette pack and began twirling it around on the table. "I was in Chicago for what, a month?" He watched her nod. "One morning while we were having coffee, you looked at me and told me as much as you loved having me in Chicago, I had to go back and deal with my shit. Now, it's my turn to tell you to deal with your shit."

"Have I mentioned that I hate it when you're right?"

With a snicker, Opie pulled his beanie off his head and nodded. "Once or twice."

Abby moved over, putting her back against the window and stretching her legs out in the booth. Pulling her mug over to her, she held it to her chest as she thought about what she should do to resolve all these feelings she had coursing through her. She still had some lingering suspicions about her uncle advocating for Juice. It was possible that Bobby had a change of heart after he had time to reconcile his feelings from five years prior, but there was a voice in her head challenging that possibility. She felt like in order to move past what happened, she needed to know if there was truth in that, but there was no guarantee she would ever know.

Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she glanced at Opie out of the corner of her eye. He was studying the front door, looking like he was lost in thought. "So, are you going to tell me what's going on with you and Lyla?"

Not taking his eyes off the front door, Opie answered. "There's nothing to tell."

Abby let out a loud laugh. "Bullshit. Look, some of last night is hazy but I clearly remember seeing the two of you barely interacting. Seeing that you're newlyweds, that seems a little odd to me."

She studied his face which showed no hint of emotion. This was one thing that drove her nuts about Opie. She could never read his expressions to know what was going on in his head. She knew him well enough that she could usually figure him out, but every now and again he was a mystery.

"Really, you got nothing?" she probed some more.

"What do you want me to say?" he snapped, turning his attention to her. He took a deep breath and ran his hand over his head. "Lyla's not Donna. Don't get me wrong, Lyla is one hell of a woman. She's a great mom and could be the poster girl for what makes a good Old Lady…" he trailed off and sat completely still.

"But…" Abby interjected.

"Somedays I feel like I'm trying to make a square peg fit through a round hole. No matter how hard I try, it just won't work."

"Have you tried talking to Lyla about any of this?" She watched as Opie shifted slightly in his seat. Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes, "I take it that's a no."

"Sometimes I lay awake at night thinking about what would happen if I ended up back inside for a while." Stopping, Opie shut his eyes and stiffened up. "I don't think Lyla could handle it. Donna hated the club, but she was the glue that held our family together. Lyla makes a great mom, but I don't know if she could manage all those responsibilities all day, every day."

As Abby began to say something, Opie cut her off and continued with his thoughts. "You're their godmother, Abby, if something ever happened," he paused, not wanting to go down that road, but it was something they hadn't talked about. "If something ever happened that I ended up back in prison or worse, I want the kids with you. I'm not saying Lyla can't be in their lives, I would never want to take that away from her, but she will need someone strong like Donna to help shoulder that responsibility."

Reaching across the table, she placed her hand on Opie's. "Of course," she answered, watching as his eyes drifted down to meet hers. "But you're going to live a long life. We're going to be at the old folk's home together, sitting around talking about all the other residents in the place." She watched as Opie let a smile slip out of the corner of his mouth as she laughed, reaching over to grab her coffee. "I think I need some pancakes and bacon to soak up the rest of the booze floating around in my stomach."

"You're just now realizing that would be a good idea?" he chuckled and waved for the waitress to come back over.

Roosevelt got out of his vehicle and nodded at some locals getting into their car beside him. Putting his sunglasses in his pocket, he stepped up onto the sidewalk and threw some money in the meter. Walking over to the door of the diner, he began to open it when it opened from the other side. Stepping back, he looked up to see Abigail Munson walking out with Opie Winston on her heels. Smiling at them as Abby caught his eyes, he greeted. "Ms. Munson," he glanced back at Opie who was glaring down at him. "Business meeting?"

Abby plastered on a fake smile and held up her coffee cup. "Just two old friends having coffee together."

"Not that it's any of your business," Opie murmured.

Roosevelt chuckled and ignored the hulking figure standing next to Abby. "That's right, you grew up here," Roosevelt acknowledged with a smile. "Didn't you leave and go somewhere else?"

"Chicago," Abby answered quickly.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he nodded. "And the Sons drew you back here." He watched as Abby began to open her mouth, but he cut her off. "Have a nice day." He walked past them and began to open the door, looking over his shoulder, he called to the two. "Ms. Munson, you may want to check in with Mr. Ortiz. Not sure you were made aware that one of the members of the club was picked up on possession of marijuana. That's not a wise thing for someone still on parole."

He couldn't help but notice that she tensed up when he mentioned Juice and she gave Opie a look that made him wonder if there was something he didn't know about Juice and Abigail Munson.

Juice zipped his hoodie up and sprinted across the grass, scanning the fields as he made his way around crowds of cheering parents and family members. He saw Opie standing over at the field in the corner. Kenny was on the soccer team for the oldest group of kids. He saw Lyla standing with Piper and Ellie, cheering for Kenny while Opie stood with his hands in his pockets, looking like he wanted to be somewhere else.

He stopped and looked around at the other three fields where kids were playing. In the distance he saw Abby sitting on a blanket under a tree away from the other parents. He swallowed and made his way over to where she was watching their son run up and down the field. He hadn't told her he was coming. Juice had been antsy while he was at the clubhouse, Clay noticed and asked him what was up. He told him that Lucas had a soccer game, and Clay told him to go. However, him being antsy wasn't actually over Lucas's game, but rather the meeting that he had with Roosevelt which was still lingering over him days later.

He slowed down, shoving his hands in his pockets as he set his eyes on her. Stopping a few steps in front of her, he watched as she looked up and froze. "Hey," he greeted quietly. "I hope it's okay that I showed up."

He rocked back on his heels, keeping his eyes on her. He wasn't sure what she was going to say or do. Last night, she was yelling at him and Bobby, then Opie had to remove her from her own party. Now, here he stood in front of her at their son's soccer game.

"Do you want to sit?" she asked, turning her attention back to the soccer game. She started clapping as he quickly looked over his shoulder to see Lucas's team had blocked a kick from the other team.

He glanced back down at her and pointed to the blanket. "Are you sure?"

"If I didn't want you to sit, I wouldn't have asked," she remarked with a laugh.

Nodding, he smoothed his hands over his cargo pants and plopped down on the blanket, kicking his feet out in front of him. He observed the kids running around after the ball, half attempting to play the game and the other half just running around unfocused. He pointed, "Is it always like this?"

With a laugh, Abby leaned forward. "In this age group, they're just getting their feet wet for the game. Half of these kids probably won't continue playing next season." She paused for a moment, before continuing. "Lucas really likes it so I think he will keep going with it."

Juice couldn't take his eyes off his son running around, trying to keep his attention on the ball. He couldn't help but smile and think how normal all of this felt. He was sitting at a soccer game among a bunch of random citizens of Charming watching Lucas play soccer. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked Abby over. She looked content and at ease which was a far cry from the end of the past evening. For a split second, he had the urge to put his hand on hers, but then his stomach twisted up and he was brought back to reality.

"I saw Opie over there," he spoke.

"Yeah, this game will be over soon and then we will head over to watch the end of Kenny's. Lucas likes watching the bigger kids play and I get to see my godson exercise his soccer skills so it's a win-win."

Juice nodded, still watching Lucas, trying to push out the negative thoughts that were trying to take over his mind. He wanted to enjoy this little bit of normalcy, so he couldn't let that bullshit control things.

"Were you going to say anything about Roosevelt picking you up for possession?"

With that statement, Juice's feeling of normalcy dissipated. His mind started going a mile a minute, trying desperately to find the right words to respond to her question. He couldn't begin to tell her what the real truth was to what Roosevelt wanted. He swallowed and looked over at her. "You know he's just trying to keep showing us who's in charge. He cut me loose as soon as they brought me into the station."

Abby sat staring out on the soccer field, not moving an inch. He started shifting his weight back and forth on the blanket, trying to keep his foot from bouncing. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard her mumble, "You can't afford to go back to jail…" She stopped and cleared her throat. "You have too much to lose."

He felt his breath catch at her last statement. He knew he had too much to lose. That was part of what was crushing him, but he couldn't confide in anyone until he could sort through what was going on and come up with a plan on what to do.

Juice felt Abby stand up next to him. "The game is pretty much done. We can head over to the sidelines to get Lucas."

He popped up to stand, reaching down to help her with the blanket. He felt her freeze at the gesture then resumed folding it up. She motioned for him to follow her as he filed in behind her, looking around at all the spectators. Since he wasn't wearing his cutte, nobody paid any attention to him. He just blended in with everyone else like he belonged there among the other parents.

Directing his attention back to where Abby had stopped and was hugging Lucas, he felt a smile spread across his face. As soon as Lucas saw him standing a few steps behind his mom, he ran over to him and practically leapt into his arms. He wrapped his arms around him and smiled as Lucas leaned back to look at him. "You played tough out there, buddy." He bounced him up and down as Lucas giggled. He glanced over at Abby who was staring off into the distance. Keeping his eyes on her, he addressed the two of them. "Why don't we go see how Kenny's doing over there with the big kids?'

Abby nodded and started off toward where Opie, Lyla, and the other two kids were standing. Juice shifted Lucas onto his back and started jogging toward where his fellow brother was standing with his family. Lucas giggled the whole way across the field which was one of the greatest sounds to Juice's ears.

"Hey guys," Lyla greeted with a huge smile. She reached up to squeeze Lucas's knee. "How'd your game go buddy?"

"We won!" Lucas exclaimed.

Lyla cheered and turned to Abby. Putting her arm around Abby, she spoke, "How are you, mama?"

Juice watched as Abby kept her gaze fixed on the soccer field and Kenny's game going on. "I'm good," she mumbled. He used to know everything that was going on with Abby, but standing there watching her, he realized he knew nothing about her life now. As he felt his stomach twist, he was reminded of the things he was hiding from not only her but all those close to him.

He placed Lucas on the ground and watched as his son began clapping for Kenny's team that was about to score the winning goal. Juice clapped along with everyone else while scanning the crowd. His eyes drifted over to where Opie was, standing a few steps behind everyone else, arms crossed in front of his chest with a serious look on his face. Before he could look back at the field, Opie had caught his eyes. Juice nodded at him, offering a small smile. After a few agonizing seconds, Opie nodded back, and Juice quickly turned back to the group.

Juice watched Abby greet Kenny, talking to him about his game. He had spent a little bit of time with the Winston's and Abby when they had been together; the kids truly adored her. At almost twelve, Kenny was as tall as Abby which made Juice chuckle. He always loved how short she was. When he would wrap himself around her as they would go to sleep, he felt like her protector. He felt his mind drift back to the last time they had shared his bed together when he tried again to talk to her about leaving Charming.

He felt tugging on his hand, snapping him back to the present. He glanced over to see Lucas looking up at him. "Yeah, buddy, what's up?"

"I want to go for ice cream with Kenny and Ellie."

He wasn't sure how to respond to Lucas's request. With Abby there, he didn't feel this was his decision to make, or was it? He was still trying to figure out what his role as Lucas's father was. The thoughts in his head had him even wondering if he could be someone's dad. He needed to focus, or he was going to go downhill right here in front of his son.

Clearing his throat, he took Lucas's hand. "Let's go talk to Ab…your mom."

Stepping up to where the ladies and the other two kids were standing, Juice waited for a pause in the conversation before starting. He noticed Opie was lingering a few steps behind his kids, looking like he wanted to leave.

He heard Lucas butt into the conversation with his request for ice cream. Quickly bringing his attention back to them, he started to chime in when Abby started talking to the boy.

"I have some work to do, little man. I thought you could come with me to see Gemma and the other guys."

Juice saw Lucas's lower lip jut out as he looked down at his feet just as Lyla joined the conversation. "I could take the kids for ice cream and then bring Lucas back to you, Abby. Would that work?"

The pouty look disappeared as Lucas's head shot up, a smile spreading across his face. He started looking at Abby, asking if he could go and if Juice could come along. He locked eyes with Abby, knowing that this was in her hands. They hadn't mapped out the parameters of the amount of time he could spend with Lucas, let alone him taking Lucas by himself, so he was going to let her make the decision.

"I'm sure he has things he needs to do," Abby muttered.

The gruff voice of Opie caused everyone's eyes to turn to him as he stepped beside Abby. "There's nothing pressing going on with the club right now." He nudged her as Juice watched Opie fix his cold eyes on his.

"Okay," Abby agreed. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, of course, thanks," Juice gushed. He listened as Abby told Lyla that she was going to TM to fax something and use the copier. She told Lyla that she would be back at Bobby's within an hour or two so to bring Lucas there. Abby bent down to give Lucas a huge hug, telling him to be good and use his manners. The little boy kissed her gently on the cheek then ran over to Juice with the biggest smile on his face.

Taking Lucas's hand, he mouthed 'thank you' to Abby and took off with a dash to catch up with Lyla. He wanted to soak up every second he could get with Lucas in case things went sideways for him.

"Thanks, Lyla," Juice said with a smile as she shut the backdoor to her car. He watched as Lucas waved to Lyla and the kids as a smile stretched ear to ear across his face.

Swallowing, Juice walked beside Lucas up the walkway to the front door of Bobby's house. As they were leaving the ice cream shop, Lucas asked Juice to come back to help tuck him into bed and without thinking he said 'okay.' Now as he was standing in front of the door, he wondered if he should have called her to make sure it was okay for him to show up.

Knocking lightly while pushing the door open, he let Lucas go ahead of him as he stepped inside the foyer. Rubbing his hands along the side of his pants, he called out for Abby. Lucas grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the hallway.

As the two of them stepped into the living room, he heard voices coming from the kitchen. "I think your mom is in the kitchen," Juice informed Lucas, watching as he bounded through the dining room, disappearing into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his shoulders back and strode into the kitchen. As the kitchen came into view, he felt himself come to an abrupt stop.

"Juicy!" He heard the boisterous Scot accent greet him.

"Hey," Juice greeted his fellow brother, Chibs, with a smile as he watched Chibs scoop Lucas up, asking him about his soccer game. He looked over to see Abby sitting at the kitchen table, pouring creamer into her coffee mug. "I'm sorry, I should have called, but Lucas wanted me to come tuck him in so…"

"I figured he'd want you to come say goodnight."

She didn't glance at him, instead he watched as she observed Lucas and Chibs still talking about the game and ice cream. Juice shifted nervously, feeling completely out of place and like he shouldn't be there.

As he began to step back into the hallway, Lucas hopped out of Chib's arms and dashed to his side. "You want to see my bedroom?" Lucas's big brown eyes stared up at him with a sparkle that reminded him of the one he used to see in Abby's green eyes long ago.

Juice hesitated to answer until he saw Abby nod. "Sure, buddy, show me your bedroom."

"I'll be up in a bit to say goodnight," Abby called as Juice disappeared toward the upstairs with the little boy.

Juice jogged down the steps and hit the hallway. He spent about twenty minutes with Lucas, reading stories and listening to Lucas talk about his favorite action figures. When Abby poked her head into the bedroom, he had a surge of disappointment come over him as he realized his time was up for the evening. He would get back on his bike and ride to his empty apartment where he would crack open a beer and smoke a joint until he passed out watching some drivel on television.

He popped his head into the kitchen to say goodbye to Chibs but was surprised when he didn't see him sitting at the table. He thought about calling up to say one last goodbye but decided against it as he opened the front door and exited Bobby's house.

As soon as he heard the door click behind him, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, feeling some amount of calm come over his body. He started down the sidewalk and saw Chibs smoking a cigarette, leaning on the side of the house.

"Hey man," Juice acknowledged.

"You get Lucas all tucked in?"

Juice nodded, smiling thinking back to sitting in Lucas's bed next to him, reading and spending real time with his son. "Abby is with him now. He's pretty tired so I'm sure he will fall asleep as soon as she walks out."

Chibs pointed to the house. "You doing alright with all this?"

Blowing smoke into the night sky, Juice wasn't sure how to answer that question. Chibs was someone who Juice always looked up to, but he wasn't sure how much of a role Chibs had in Abby's life. Then again, why did it even matter to him? The only connection he had to Abby was Lucas; Juice had no claim on her anymore.

"That kid is great," Juice answered. "I know I haven't had a lot of time with him, but man, this little amount of time I've had has been amazing."

Chibs flicked his cigarette and turned to face Juice. Putting his hand on Juice's shoulder, he stared at him. "I know this has been difficult on you, but you can tough it out, and this little boy is going to love you more as every day goes by."

Juice nodded as Chibs patted him on the back and headed toward the front door. "Thanks man," Juice called as Chibs disappeared onto the front porch.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked over to his bike. Pulling his helmet on, he glanced up at the twinkling, low light coming from Lucas's bedroom window. Juice felt his stomach twist into a knot. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to go back to his empty apartment. If only he could go back in time and change what he did to Abby. If only he hadn't been so hesitant to go to Chicago with her. Pulling out of Bobby's driveway, he let the free feeling of riding take over all those regrets that were taking over him.