Epilogue:

Jax walked into the house with a contemplative look on his face.

"Where have you been?"

He seemed surprised to see me still up and waiting for him in the couch, but there was also relief there that told me he was grateful I was up to speak his mind to. "Up at the cabin with Ope."

I patted the spot on the couch next to me and wrapped my arms around him when he rested his head on my chest. "Do you need to talk?"

"Alvarez called this afternoon." He said quietly. "It turns out he has someone important to him that none of us knew about. He needed somewhere to get her clean, and he brought her to us for it."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Why not just check her into a rehab?"

"She's checked herself out before." He murmured.

I stroked my hair through his locks. "Is Koz going to stay with her?"

"Ope."

That surprised me, because it would make more sense for the man who'd gotten himself clean to help do it for someone else.

"The way that he was looking at her ... there's going to be trouble." Jax sighed loudly.

I stroked my hand through his hair again. "It'll work out baby. It'll be okay."

"I hope so. Between her and Carlos, I feel like I can't get one foot ahead before new shit starts. I still can't figure out how to approach Alvarez about it." Jax looked defeated and I tapped him on the temple.

"Maybe you agreeing to this favour will work in yours. I imagine that he'll be more inclined to listen to what you have to say now that you're taking care of his precious cargo."

He kissed my neck. "Yeah, you're right. But I'm not going to worry about it right now."

My lips tugged up. "What do you want, than?"

"To take my fiancé to bed." Jax got to his feet. "And fuck you through the mattress until we both pass out."

I snorted before he got to his feet and threw me over my shoulder, then squealed when his hand came down on my ass. "Jax!"

"Shush, or you'll wake up our son." He pretended to whisper. "And then our deranged dog will be pissed off."

"Larry is not deranged." I instantly replied, but I couldn't help the laughter that poured from my lips as he tracked up the staircase towards our bedroom. My eyes caught on the family photographs that we'd hung on the wall down the hallway, and I smiled at each one of them.

My life was working out for the better. I had a whole family of outlaws, and another whole family of church-goers.

I had the world's strangest best friend, who still got me to do his smiley-face tattoos when he came home with blood on his shirts.

I had my own tattoo parlour, and used my spare time to dive into my favourite past time by playing open-mic nights whenever there was one in the area.

I had the love of my life, and a beautiful son who'd come with him. And I had Larry.

How could a girl be happier?