TARA

"Have you called Opie?" I looked at Chibs as he shook his head slowly. I nodded and pulled my facemask back up. It was against protocol and several laws for me to help in a surgery that involved my sister or niece, but I didn't care. Ana was in critical condition on the operating table and we were trying to wait as long as possible to take Harper. My scrubs were covered in blood as I stood in the waiting room talking to Chibs.

"Call him, now. Have you heard from Roosevelt?" I wanted to get back into the operating room but I knew if, when, Ana woke up, she'd want to know about Harper, Opie and Happy. Chibs already had his phone out, ready to make the call to Opie.

"Aye, the clerk gave 'im tha surveillance tapes and backed up Happy's story. Roosevelt likes Ana so he's gonna make the gun charges disappear to. He should be here in tha hour. Kozik and Rat are waiting for him. Phil went ta get Piney." He spoke quickly and held the phone to his ear before finishing the update. I nodded and headed back into the depths of the hospital.

"Status." I called into the room as I rescrubbed my hands and arms. The nurse and doctor gave me a rundown of both Ana and Harper's conditions. Ana was far worse off than Harper, but had at least improved a little since I'd gone to update Chibs. I almost smiled when an alarm monitoring Harper's vitals sounded loudly.

OPIE

"What do you fucking mean she was attacked? She was just fucking here!" I slammed my fist into the metal door of the cell and gripped the phone tightly against my ear. Jax was on his feet, pacing the cell and looking to me for any information on what was going on. Chibs finished giving me all the information he had and I slid my back down the door as I ended the call. I snapped the phone shut and buried my face in my hands.

"Ope, what's going on?" I didn't move to look at Jax. Sobs rocked my body as I broke down in front of my brother and long time, closest friend. Ana, the mother of my unborn daughter, the woman I loved was just attacked in a fucking gas station. Here I was, sitting in a fucking concrete box, helpless.

"I can't lose her, Jax." I finished relaying the information Chibs had and looked into Jax's eyes. He was pissed, naturally, but I could tell he was almost as upset as I was. We'd all known one another since elementary school. We were all family.

"Tara's there with her, brother. She saved Wendy and Abel. There's no fucking way she'd let anything happen to Ana or Harper." I nodded, hoping he was right.

TARA

She was the most beautiful little girl I'd ever seen. Her dark hair stood out against her light skin and she was already proving to be a happy baby. Other than the initial screaming of being forced out of the womb, Harper hadn't cried so much as whimpered ever so often. She was healthy and alert, much to everyone's relief and delight.

Ana's blood pressure was climbing back towards normal levels and Dr. Splight assured me she would recover completely. The nurses were relieved when I told Happy and the others. They had been pacing around and snapping at anyone in earshot. Gemma had gone so far as pushing a little LPN into the wall for not giving them any information.

She had gotten lucky, had the knife been less than an inch off for any stab, it could have killed them both. I kissed Harper's little forehead gently before leaving her in the care of the nursery staff. Happy was sitting outside of Ana's room when I made it back down the hall. He had his hand resting on the handle of his knife, ready to take down any threat, real or suspected.

I leaned against the doorframe and looked at the little blonde girl that had given me two horrible scares in the past year or so. She was a fighter though. Somehow, she always made it through. Gemma was starting to refer to her as angel, insisting that no human could make it through as much shit as she's seen in her life. We didn't even fully know or understand what had happened overseas.

"Neither one of them would be here if it wasn't for you." I glanced over at Happy and saw his eyes snap up to me. Chibs had told me he was particularly edgy after killing the man in the gas station.

"I know that." He snapped, standing up from the chair and staring through the window. I shook my head and sighed.

"Happy, that's not what I meant. I meant neither one of them would be alive if you hadn't saved them." The way the vein in his neck was pulsing made me nervous. I regretted speaking before I'd thought about my choice in words. He glanced over at me and nodded, relaxing slightly.

"Tara?" I almost missed the whisper coming from inside the patient room. I darted into the room and slid to a stop by Ana's side. Her eyes were looking around wildly. I took her hand and smiled, kissing her forehead softly.

ANA

"Where's Harper? Oh god. Tara, where's my baby." I gripped her hand tightly as I looked down at my feet. I shouldn't have been able to see past the baby bump that was no longer there. The monitors I was hooked up to started beeping faster and faster as I looked around.

"Ana, she's okay. She's in the nursery. It's okay." Tara spoke softly and rubbed my hand as she spoke. It took me a minute, but her words finally registered with me. Our daughter was okay. She made it.

The beeping slowed down and I felt pains in my back as the adrenaline subsided. Tara had tears falling down from her eyes as she sat down on the edge of the bed. I smiled, ignoring the pain.

"How is she? Can I see her?" Tara nodded and patted my leg. The euphoria of knowing I was a mother started to wash over me as my heart finally settled down completely.

"She's beautiful, Ana. They're just running a few tests and then I'll bring her in here. Opie's on his way." I snapped my head around to look at her, wondering if I'd imagined her last words.

"What? How? Why are they running tests? Is he coming because she's sick?" The beeping picked up again and Tara shook her head frantically.

"No, calm down. He's coming because Roosevelt got him a pass since she was in danger. The paperwork about everything being okay might take a while to get to Stockton." She smiled and I laughed a little. "I told you, Harper is perfectly fine. They just want to check her vision because of her heterochromia."

"Her what?" It was Happy's voice as he walked into the room. I smiled up at him as he took up post at the foot of my bed. Tara rolled her eyes.

"You two are going to have early heart attacks if you don't calm down. Heterochromia just means her eyes are two different colors. In Harper's case, one of her eyes is blue and one is green. It's perfectly safe and in her case, it's beautiful." Tara smiled and I just wanted to see my baby that much more.

I heard a jingle and looked at Happy. His wallet chain was still and he never carried loose change in his pocket. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Opie standing in the hallway with Roosevelt and the guard from earlier. I made a move to jump out of bed. Tara pushed my shoulders down as Happy moved to my side, ready to hold me down.

"Opie." My voice cracked and tears started falling down my cheeks as he walked into the room. He had shackles on his ankles, but they had removed his handcuffs. Tara jumped back and he took her place, pulling me into his arms. Pain shot through my back, but I ignored it completely. My man was here with me. I pulled his mouth onto mine and kissed him deeply, reflexively moaning at the taste and comfort of his lips and tongue.

"Ana, baby. Jesus Christ." He had a hand wrapped in my hair and he was peppering my cheeks, mouth and neck with kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his skin.

"I think someone is here to see both of you." Tara was walking back into the room with a pink blanket in her arms. Opie's eyes lit up and I smiled so wide it hurt. Tara went to hand me our daughter, but I shook my head. Opie was going to miss enough firsts, I wasn't taking holding his daughter first away from him.

"God, she's perfect." He sat down on the side of the bed and cradled her in his arms. She looked tiny next to him, but somehow they fit together perfectly. Her tiny eyes fluttered open and Opie's heart seemed to melt in front of me. I bit my lip and nodded as he offered her to me.

"Hey, sweetheart. Hey, baby." She blinked up at me and I noticed the heterochromia Tara had mentioned. Her right eye was bright blue like mine and her left eye was a light green. She had a full head of dark hair and light skin. Just like Opie said, she was perfect. The longer she was in my arms, the more I realized how little I knew about how she was delivered. I didn't remember delivering her at all, but there weren't any c-section incisions. Regardless, she was ours and she was healthy.

"Hap, you want to hold her brother?" Opie smiled over at Happy who had moved back to the foot of the bed. He raised his brow a little before moving over towards us without a word. I smiled at him and carefully passed Harper into his arms. The Tacoma Killer looked softer and more human than I had ever seen him as he looked into her eyes.

"She's cute." He growled as she waved her arms up at him. I laughed at his way with words, but nodded in agreement. She was cute. Roosevelt stuck his head in and told Opie he had five minutes. I groaned as Opie nodded. I knew Roosevelt had pulled a lot of strings to get Ope here.

"Here, brother." Happy gently put Harper back in her father's arms before gripping Opie's shoulder and giving him a farewell nod. He moved to the doorway before Tara followed him closely.

"I love you, Opie. I love you so much." I gently held Harper's tiny foot between my thumb and forefinger. He looked back over at me and smiled.

"I love you too, Ana. I'm so sorry this happened to you." I held up my hand to cut him off. He nodded and smiled again.

"It all worked out, Ope." Roosevelt tapped on the window with a frown. We both nodded and Opie laid Harper in my arms before standing up. He kissed me deeply, cupping my cheek with his hand. He pulled away to soon and I felt tears welling in my eyes as he carefully kissed Harper's tiny hand.

"We'll see you soon, baby." He nodded and reluctantly moved back towards the door. I swallowed back my tears and cuddled with Harper; unable to watch the guard and Roosevelt take him away from me. Feeling our daughter's little heartbeat against my chest assured me that everything was going to be okay.

Quick update because I felt bad for leaving everyone hanging! Read, review and follow :) Welcome to the world, Harper B. Winston.