A/N: Updated 8/21/20

Chapter 14

Eliza POV

What was I going to say to him? How was I going to tell Opie that since I was thirteen, that I had dreamed about being married to him, having a house and starting a family. Opie was part of SAMCRO, but so was I. I was their princess and he was the future VP. As I stood in front of Opie, I couldn't't help but think about what our lives would be like if we got married and started a family.

"Eliza?" I heard Opie say.

I was pulled from my thoughts. "Ope, from the time that I realized that I liked you… I dreamed. I dreamt about a time where we might end up together…married…starting a family. Ope, Jax is the future Prez of SAMCRO. We all know that he is going to want you as his VP. I'm the club's princess. I'm the daughter of John Teller. Everyone is going to be looking to the three of us to keep this club going." I said.

"I know, Eliza. I know that the three of us are the future of this club. But I need to know what you want in the future for the TWO of us." Opie said.

I stepped closer to Opie and grabbed his hand. "Opie, I would love nothing more…. than for us to get married and start a family someday."

Opie pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Babe, I would love that too." He said. "But?"

"But right now isn't the time. Jax needs us to be there for him. He needs us to be here to help him…whether it be the club, the house, or Abel."

"I know…I just can't help but have this feeling that I'm going to lose you."

"Ope, you're not going to lose me."

Jax POV

I hated that I disappointed Tara, but she needed to understand that even though I still had feelings for her, that I couldn't go back to "me and her". I needed to focus on Abel. Not to mention the fact that Eliza had just gotten back home, and I was seeing Eliza as a whole new person now. When my Dad died, I took it upon myself to take care of Eliza. I felt like it was my responsibility to protect her. I always played the big brother card.

Lately I had been thinking about my Dad. Like Eliza, I thought about what he was missing. I found myself sitting on the rooftop of the clubhouse, looking through one of my Dad's journals that I found in the storage unit. As I sat reading it, I noticed that he wrote a lot about his dream for the club. My dad never wanted the club to run guns…my Dad wanted the club to earn legit. It was time for that to happen. But that wasn't going to happen while Clay still sat at the head of the table. But one day the time would come where Clay wouldn't be able to ride anymore and when that time came the Club would be mine and when that time came… Ope would be voted in as my VP.

I was deep in my thoughts when I suddenly heard somebody climb the ladder to where I was. I turned to see who it was. Eliza. "Hey." I said.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked. I nodded. "Tig said that you've been up here all day."

"Yeah, just been doing some thinking." I told her.

"Tara-related?" She asked.

"No, E. It's not Tara related."

"Okay. I just wanted to tell you that Mom wants to see us in the office."

"Alright. I'll be right down." She nodded. Even though Eliza wouldn't say it she was right. I had to get Tara out of my head. I got up and made my way down to the office to see what Mom wanted. "Okay, I'm here."

Eliza POV

"Okay, I'm here." Jax said as he walked into the office.

Mom had been hounding me that she needed to talk to me and Jax ever since I had gotten out of my car that morning. "What the hell is going on with the two of you?" Mom asked us.

"Nothing, mom." I said.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Jax asked.

Mom pulled a cigarette out of her pack and lit it. "It just seems like the two of you have been distant lately."

"Mom, Eliza's been spending time with Ope and I've been up at the hospital with Abel. It's nothing personal." Jax told her.

"Yeah Mom. Ope and I have been trying to figure a few things out." Crap.

"What kind of things?" Mom asked.

I stood up. I had had enough. Mom was stepping over the line. I guess that I was going to have put her in her place again. "Mom, I thought that we talked about you getting involved in my personal life." I said.

"We did talk about it…and I'm not. Just making conversation." She said.