One month later, despite it all, Juice and Ana were ready to leave.

Ana had taken a professor spot at CSU Sac, and they'd bought a townhouse in downtown Sacramento, not too far from Jenni and the girls. Juice, who would start going by Juan or JC in Sacramento, was going to open up a mechanic shop with an old friend from the Bronx who'd linked up with him not too long ago.

The house was sold, the furniture shipped to their new home, Juice's Dyna was shipped ahead again. There was just one thing left before they left, that they wanted to share with the people they loved.

At dusk, in Gemma's backyard, a hush fell upon the people who were present.

Juice stood at the front of the makeshift aisle, with Happy, Chibs, and Jax at his side. Tara, Lyla, and Jenni waited across from them, and looked toward the house in anticipation.

As the music began, Nero escorted Ana out of the house, and Juice felt tears stream down his face.

He thought he knew love the day they danced in the bar. Her dad had just died and she was reluctant to return to bury him.

That was nothing.

He thought he loved her the day she was waiting for him to return home from Ireland.

That was nothing.

Every moment he could think of, where he couldn't love her more: finding her in Denver. Asking her to marry him. Finding out she was pregnant.

Even the day she had Gianna was barely eclipsed by the love he felt for the woman walking to him now, escorted by a man she now considered a father.

For this was the day she would become his. His wife.

Analis Ortiz.

Her smile as she placed her hand in his told him that she felt the same way he did about it.

And when she said "I do," it was music to his ears.

At the reception, he didn't let her out of his sight for more than ten minutes, but he also realized that this wasn't just their wedding. This was a farewell party for the two of them.

Everyone was happy, and getting along, even Tara and Gemma, who were taking turns fussing over Gianna.

A hand clapped over his shoulder, and Juice turned to see Jax standing there.

"I'm so proud of you, brother," he said, hugging him. "If the two of you need anything, we're there."

"Of course," Juice said. He was soon surrounded and embraced by all of his brothers, all of whom had a degree of emotion on their faces.

"Ope would have loved this," Tig said as they watched Ana dance with Abel. "Koz too. He adored Ana."

"We all do," Bobby said. "She was one hell of an Old Lady. Never complained, always smiling. Loves all of us. Your wife deserves the best, JC."

Juice glowed with pride.

"Yes she does," he agreed. And he too, felt the absence of their fallen friends on this day. Ana had a table set up for them. Pictures of Opie, Kozic, Donna, and Piney stood in tribute, but it was the little Polaroid in the corner of the table that awed Juice at the spirit of Ana's forgiveness.

A photo taken of her and Clay at one of their parties stood, both of them with their heads thrown back in laughter. She said it didn't feel right to leave him out.

The bride wandered over to the group and snickered.

"So Chibs with the crazy knife scars, and Juice with the stupid head tattoos. Am I going to see a big guy named Tiny next?" she asked, a callback to the first words she ever said to him.

Juice chuckled.

"No but we have a scary guy named Happy," he replied, the group alighting with laughter as as the man in question cackled.

Ana smiled warmly at her husband.

"And we know he's not named that for his cheerful disposition," she said. "Come dance with me, Mr. Ortiz."

"Certainly, Mrs. Ortiz."

And as they danced together, Ana and Juice took in their last night with this wonderful family, knowing that their future looked very bright indeed.

Fin.


And that concludes the trilogy!

I had originally planned to follow through season 7, but at the end of the day, I just couldn't stomach the thought of Ana and Gianna being around for all that carnage. My ending gives Juice, Ana, and their daughter an escape before the club goes down that bloody road...if it does at all. I like to think this story ends with everyone staying whole and alive. Jax gets the club out of guns and into earning straight with Nero. The deal with Paterson goes through, no jail time for the club or Tara. Tara and Gemma patch things up, and eventually there's peace in Charming-as much peace as there can be.

I had to finish this. I know most of the original readers are probably long since moved on, but a notification came through the other day that someone followed this series, and I owed it to them to give them an ending.

Thank you all for sticking around through this long hiatus. Thank you for reviewing and reading and loving these characters like I did. For your ideas, for your support: thank you.