Jules woke suddenly and disoriented, for a second having no clue to where she was. Then it all came back. Dougie. Driving halfway across the country. Sophie's cheek. Sons to the rescue. Meeting her real dad. Jax.

Well fuck. She was now wide awake and there would be no going back to sleep. She looked over at the cheap alarm clock on the night table. Six-fifteen. Ugh. But three hours was more consecutive sleep than she'd had in days.

She looked over to see Sophie still cuddled into Jax's side. She smiled a little. As good as he looked awake, he was absolutely gorgeous when he slept. All of the cares and worries he carried as VP of SAMCRO faded in his sleep, making him look far younger than he was.

While she was staring, his eyes started to open. They tacked over until they came to rest on her. "You okay darlin'?" His voice was thick with sleep.

She nodded. "Just awake." Keeping her voice low, so as to not wake her daughter. "Go back to sleep. I'm gonna go down to the clubhouse."

He gave her a sleepy smile. "Stay."

She grinned a little, having her own word thrown back at her, but she shook her head. "If Miss Thing wasn't here, that would be a far more tempting offer, but, I'm actually awake, so movement is kind of necessary."

"What time is it?" He was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Six-twenty." She couldn't hold off any longer, she'd been dying to do it since last night, she ran a hand along his cheek. "Go back to sleep. Sophie'll probably sleep as long as you do."

He turned his head into her hand, nuzzling it just a little. "'Kay. Bobby should be up with coffee made, if not, hunt around the kitchen." As he was drifting back off to sleep.

She got out of bed carefully so she wouldn't wake either of them. When she got out into the hallway, she nearly kicked herself. She meant to ask Jax about smokes. Oh well, she wasn't going to go back in and wake him up just so she could get a nicotine fix.

She looked at the door across the hall. She wondered if Tig was anything like Jake. Unless he went to bed totally fucking hammered, he was up every day at six, pretty much regardless of what time he went to bed. He said it was an unfortunate side effect of the Marines. Which the son of a bitch passed on to the rest of them. Well, all but Dennis. She was usually kicking his ass out of bed around nine when he crashed at her place.

She went and put an ear to the door. She could hear water running. Tig was probably in the shower, so that meant he'd be down to the main clubhouse sooner rather than later, plus Jax said Bobby should be down there and he smoked too.

She sighed. She just felt so stupid. She was a grown ass woman with more than enough money of her own and here she was trying to figure out who she was gonna cage a smoke from. It was a good thing that Clay had Dougie moved, otherwise she would be out there smacking him again.

Shaking her head, she decided standing in the middle of the hallway was probably not the thing to do, so she made her way to the main clubhouse.

When she opened the door, she could smell coffee and something delicious baking. Then as she stepped through the door, she stopped. Sitting at one of the tables reading a paper was an older guy in a denim cut, oxygen tubes in his nose leading to a small canister down by his side. She noticed the 'First Nine' patch on his cut and smiled.

"You must be Piney."

A/N: So, it looks like I'm on a M/W/F schedule for posting this story. Thanks so much for reading, I hope you're enjoying it! To all of those who have favorited, followed, and left comments, I am deeply humbled. xoxo katballou