OPIE'S POV

"Is everything okay?" I was shocked to see Gemma on the other side of the table as the guard led me in to the visitation area. I already knew that Ana wouldn't be coming this week because of what had happened when she and Happy were riding back from the range yesterday. Chibs made the call for the club to go on lockdown, so Gemma's presence in visitation threw me off.

"You look good honey." Gemma smiled up at me and patted my hand. I nodded and watched her carefully. Something was definitely off. I slid my hand out from under hers and put both palms on my lap. She frowned a little and kept watching my eyes.

"Something wrong with Ana or Harper? You're supposed to be at the clubhouse, Gemma. Everyone is supposed to be there." I noticed her wince a little at the reminder that she was supposed to be on lockdown with everyone else.

"They're both safe, Opie. You need to talk to your old lady, sweetheart. You all are getting out soon and I don't want anything coming between the club." Gemma tried giving me a weak grin, but it didn't do anything to calm me down. It was one thing for her to be here, but I didn't like where the conversation was going.

"Be straight with me and get back to the clubhouse, Gemma. What are you talking about?" My fists clenched underneath the table. I had seen Gemma try to get between Tara and Jax first hand and had no intention to let her try and do the same with Ana and I.

"It's her and Happy, Ope. They're too close, especially with you being inside." I slammed my fists up on the metal table and leaned forward, causing the guards to stir. I waited for them to back off before speaking.

"I trust both of them, Gemma. They were close before I went in and it wasn't a problem then. It ain't a problem now." I growled, trying to remember whom it was I was talking to. Clay would have my ass if word got back to him that I threatened his old lady. She pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Sweetheart, it's called a prison clause for a reason. Have you talked to her about using it or not? What about that daughter of yours? What's going to happen when she sees that man as her papa and you're just a stranger? You need to take care of this before it goes any further, Opie. If not for the club, do it for your family, sweetheart." Gemma patted my hand again and rose to leave. The guards seemed to breathe easier as they came to lead me back towards the cells.

ANA's POV

I woke up to the sound of a phone vibrating on the nightstand. Happy was sleeping soundly with his arm around my shoulders. I groaned and tried to remember how I'd gotten back to Opie's dorm last night. The phone started vibrating again, so I reached out and grabbed it with the end of my fingertips, barely able to reach it due to Happy's arm holding me back.

"Hello?" I yawned and rolled over onto my back, causing the sleeping killer beside me to grunt and reposition as well. I rolled my eyes, wondering how he could stand to sleep in a loaded shoulder holster and a kutte.

"Hey munchkin. I thought I'd call you since you can't come down today." It was Opie's voice that made me smile as it came through the phone. It took me a minute to register what he had said.

"Hey baby. What do you mean I can't come down today? Happy and I were supposed to ride down this afternoon." At the sound of his name, Happy's eyes opened a little and he removed his arm from it's protective place across my stomach.

"I guess you've been asleep. Club's on lockdown until yesterday's situation is handled. Are you okay, Ana?" Opie sounded agitated and I knew he was upset about what had happened. I couldn't blame him. Happy rubbed his eyes and stared up at the ceiling as I sat up against the headboard.

"I'm fine, baby. You know nothing is going to happen to me, especially with Hap around." I smiled over at him as he rolled his head over to look at me. He smirked and sat up, swinging his feet down to the floor.

"Yeah, Happy was with you when both you and Harper were almost killed, Ana." There was a clip to his voice and I scowled. His comment rubbed me wrong considering how Happy still blamed himself as well. Both of them seemed to forget that the guy didn't succeed in causing any permanent damage and that Happy had stopped him before he had the chance.

"Don't start, Opie. I can take care of myself. I had six damn years to prove it, remember?" It was the first time I snapped at him in several months. I didn't understand why he was suddenly blaming Happy when they were straight with everything at the hospital.

"You've always had someone to help you, Ana. What's your thoughts on the prison clause?" Opie flipped from one subject to the other fast enough to make my head spin. Happy handed me a cup of tea and raised his brow at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about? The prison clause is ridiculous. You want to ask me about it close to a year into your fourteen months?" I slammed the mug down on the nightstand, splashing hot tea onto my wrist. I hissed and rubbed the scalded skin on my jeans.

"Look, baby, I'm sorry. I just miss you and I want to make sure you're safe." Opie's voice softened, but I was already pissed off. I started pacing the room and shaking my head. It wasn't like Opie to lash out at me like that.

"I miss you too, Opie. Don't worry about me, okay? Like I said, I can protect myself if nothing else." My voice was low and I tried to keep the tone even so we ended the call on a positive note. I heard him sigh.

"Ana, be careful baby. You've never faced this type of shit alone." Opie sounded like he was trying to calm me down, but his words had the opposite effect. I froze in place and rolled my eyes.

"I faced shit you can never dream of in that damn sand box. I'm not helpless." I looked over at my gun that was sitting beside the mug on the nightstand and scowled. Opie's doubt in both my capabilities and my loyalty infuriated me.

"I know, Ana, but you had Briana to watch your back. I know you miss her but Happy's not Briana, baby. He's a killer, not your bestie." I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared in wonder. I couldn't believe he had actually said that and brought Briana up.

"I'm well fucking aware he's not Briana, Opie. I was there when she died in my arms. Go fuck yourself." I snapped the phone in half and hurled it against the closet door. Happy appeared in the open doorway and stared at me as I tried to slow my breathing and resist the urge to shoot something.

"What's going on?" Tara asked as she appeared beside Happy, holding Harper in her arms. I stepped across the room and took my daughter into my own arms. She looked up at me with her blue and green eyes and wrapped her hand around my finger. Her presence against my chest did wonders to calm me down. I looked over at Tara who was picking up the shattered phone pieces.

"Apparently Opie thinks I need to be reminded that Briana is gone. I don't know what his problem is. He was all over the place, Tara. Why would he ask me about the prison clause? I'm holding our daughter for Christ's sake." I kissed Harper on the tiny forehead and then looked back up at my sister. She was looking at the doorway that Happy had disappeared from.

"He's probably just having a bad day, Ana. Who knows what's going on in there? Don't let it get to you." Tara smiled and tossed the shattered phone into the trashcan. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the end of the bed, exhausted from the fight.

"It doesn't matter what's going on inside, Tara. He would never snap like that. You know Happy and I haven't even kissed, right? Do you think Opie thinks we are?" Tara sat down beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. She rubbed my arm and shook her head.

"I know you love Opie and would never cheat on him, Ana. Being locked up can make them question everything. Jax is even talking about getting out of the club. Don't repeat that." Tara looked me in the eyes as I nodded. It didn't surprise me that Jax might think about leaving the club. He and Clay had been at odds ever since before I came back to Charming, according to Opie.

"If Opie didn't leave when Clay killed Donna, he never will." I said, looking back down at Harper who was trying to catch some of my hair.

"Opie told you about that?" Tara asked quietly. I shook my head and Harper used the opportunity to grab a hold of some hair.

"No. I suspected it and you just confirmed it. God, how can he lecture me about being safe when he answers to the man that killed his wife? I have a daughter to think about, Tara. What happens when Clay decides I need to disappear?" My mind was racing as I thought about the worst case scenarios. I could almost see Opie taking Harper out of my arms as Clay pressed a gun to my head. Tara put her hand on my knee and I could see it, but I couldn't feel it.

"Ana, that was a complicated situation. It wasn't right and I don't trust Clay either, but Opie would never let him hurt you or Harper." I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, holding Harper closely to my hip.

"I'm going to take a shower and relax a little, okay? She's fine." I said as Tara nodded and walked over to take Harper. Tara gave me a sad smile and nodded before walking out of the dorm and softly closed the door behind her.

TARA's POV

"If you had a problem with me and Ana, you should have said something to us." Happy growled as he walked out of the chapel with a big black backpack. I folded my arms across my chest and stared into his intimidating eyes. He stopped in front of me and scowled.

"I don't have a problem, Happy. I know you two are close." Happy cut me off by tossing the bag on the ground.

"I'm not trying to fuck Ana." Happy roared as he took a step closer to me. I matched his step with a backwards one of my own and shook my head. Part of me thought that Happy would never hurt me, but when he got pissed off, I started to question the soundness of that belief.