OPIE's POV

I rode around Charming and the outskirts all night looking for Ana. Jax had told me about their conversation but I couldn't be mad at him. I knew the only person I could be mad at was myself. Sure, Ana had lied to me about Happy and had been with him at least once while I was locked up but I fucked up. She was obviously trying and seemed to want our family together but my constant doubt wasn't helping anyone. It didn't matter that I was right. It only mattered that she and Harper stayed in my life full time.

The sun was painting the sky with rusty red and deep purples when I turned into the driveway. Ana's Jeep was sitting beside her bike and I felt my chest tighten in front of my sore back. I wasn't getting any younger and the run earlier plus the night of searching took its toll on my body. I cut the engine and stood up, straddling the bike and just looking at the house for a minute.

Ana was sitting in the rocking chair in Harper's room with Bronx at her feet. She moved her eyes up to look at me and I could see the pain in the blue orbs. She wasn't crying, but that didn't make her look any less upset. I didn't move to enter the room. She had made it clear that she wanted space earlier and I didn't want to push her. Harper was sleeping peacefully in her crib and the sight of her made me want to fix Ana and I that much more.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. I thought if you didn't know, you wouldn't be hurt. The night you got out, Happy asked me what had happened the night before I left for New York. I think he suspected something happened, but I just denied it." Ana spoke deliberately and chose her words carefully. I took a deep breath and leaned against the door jamb.

"Ana, when I got out and found everything had changed so much from when I had gone inside, I didn't take it well. It wasn't your fault that life went on while I was behind bars, but I knew that things had changed between us. I thought I was losing you and I tried to ease that pain with a quick fuck. It only made me feel worse." I finished getting it off my chest and felt the slightest wave of relief as she nodded.

"I don't know how to not love you, Opie. When I couldn't bear to feel anything, you were the only thing I couldn't block out. Even when I was doped up, you found a way to break through the haze. Sometimes I hated you for that. I hated loving you sometimes because I knew you wouldn't let me slip away." She stood up and slowly made her way over to me. The weight of her head on my chest broke me down.

"Ana, I can't do this without you. You're the one thing I've never been half in and half out with. I've always been sure I loved you. I want you in my life. Everyday for the rest of my life. You and Harper. That's all that matters." I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.

"I know you don't want me being close to Happy anymore. I get that. I'm sorry I brought this tension to the club. I know there's already too much going on." I rested my lips on her forehead and shook my head slightly. Taking away the friendship and camaraderie she had with Happy would only serve to push her back towards depression and dependency. Despite everything, I trusted them both.

"What's SAMCRO without too much shit on our plates? Ana, I trust you. I don't have any secrets from you anymore. If we keep it that way, for both of us, I don't see any problem with you and Hap being friends. I'm not going to force it either way, Ana." Her eyes flicked up to mine and she gave me a small nod. I searched her eyes and looked for a sign; something to tell me I was wrong.

"Anastasia, I love you more than life itself. I know where I stand and I don't need a piece of paper to prove it. What I do need is you in my life and sharing it with me. Ana, if something happened to me today, you wouldn't be allowed to make any decisions about what I want. I need you to have that, Ana. I need you and Harper taken care of. More than that, I want you to be more than my ol' lady. I want you as my wife, Anastasia. I want you to have my name. I want to tie myself to you in all ways possible. Ana, marry me. Not for the state of California or for whatever God may be watching, marry me because you want the same thing I do." She didn't say anything as she pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me like she'd never have the chance again. I pulled her thighs up to wrap around my waist and walked us back into the bedroom.

"Opie, please touch me. I just want to feel all of you." I did as I was asked and slid her shirt up and off her chest. I looked over her ink covered skin and pushed away the thoughts of everything but that moment. I loved every inch of her. Her body reacted to me and arched at my touch. Her stomach was flat again and I knew that one day we'd do it over again. After the dust settles and Charming is safe again, we'd have another child. Being there for her then wouldn't make up for the past, but I'd never let my family down again.

"I don't want a ring, Ope. I want your initials tattooed right here." She ran her thumb over my ring finger and smiled. I nodded and kissed her quickly. It wouldn't be us to share rings. Ink had already documented so many milestones in each of our lives, I wasn't about to break tradition.

"Where'd you go earlier?" I asked, stroking her back with my hand. Her skin was warm and smoothe, contrasting with the feel of her ink. She had her cheek on my chest and drew circles with her finger. We were both content just to lay there in the aftermath of make-up sex.

"The airport. I just looked at all the flights and realized the only place that made sense was home. I'm not stupid, I know this doesn't make it all better but it's a start. We both know where it ends though. Right here. Just like this." I ran my palm over her hair and nodded. Moments later, her breathing leveled out and she curled against me.

I knew that things weren't perfect and we still had a lot of shit to deal with, but having her back in my arms gave me hope. Part of me dreaded going to the clubhouse tomorrow. She wouldn't say it but I knew she had feelings for Happy. That bothered me even though I knew she loved me and was willing to make this work.

ANA's POV

I stared into the mirror and looked at my busted lip and bruised cheek. It was nothing compared to how I felt inside. My choices and actions had brought pain to my family and I was willing to do anything to make that right. When I stood there under the flight board yesterday, I realized I was too old to keep running away from my problems. I'd made my bed and it wasn't just about me anymore. I had a daughter with a wonderful man that I had to think about. For that, I would do what I needed to do, even if that included going against what I wanted.

As I pulled on a pair of black, tactical pants, I tried to smile. The mirror showed my mouth curving up, but my eyes just didn't match. I opened the medicine cabinet and narrowed my eyes, looking for a bobby pin in all the mess. My hand knocked Opie's deodorant over and a whole shelf of shit fell into the sink. I groaned and muttered obscenities as I started putting things back in the cabinet.

My hand slowed down as I picked up the orange pill bottle the doctors had given me after my attack and Harper's birth. I don't know why it was still in the cabinet since I'd never taken them back then. Now, holding the medication in my hand, I felt the urge to escape.

Tara had picked up Harper to go to daycare with the boys and Opie had left just after to get some work done at the garage. I didn't have anything to do until two o'clock when I would start the first half of the seminar for St. Thomas. I twisted my mouth and unscrewed the lid. Before I could talk myself out of it, I tossed my head back and dry swallowed the pill down.

"Ana?" I twisted the lid on the bottle quickly and tossed it into the bottom of the basket of towels near the shower. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail as I walked out to the living room. Happy was tugging on the opposite end of Bronx's rope toy as the Akita dangled a couple inches off the ground, refusing to give up.

"Hey," I couldn't really think of anything else to say. Happy glanced over at me and shook the rope one more time before giving in to Bronx and letting him run off to the couch with his rope. He looked at my lip and cheek and smirked.

"If you blocked instead of attacking all the time your lip wouldn't be busted." He said with a shake of his head. I shrugged and pulled up a kitchen barstool to sit on. It was nearly noon and I knew he had to have a reason to come over in the middle of a workday.

"There's corona in the fridge if you want some." I offered as Bronx brought me his rope and waited impatiently for me to throw it. Happy shook his head and leaned on the back of the couch. I tossed the rope down the hall before looking up at him.

"When I asked you what happened that night and you didn't mention it, I thought you didn't remember." He said, twisting his ring around his finger. I laughed and nodded my head. Of course he would remember.

"I didn't want to make things awkward or," I stopped myself short and Happy frowned. I started feeling the numbness creeping over me.

"Or complicated? How'd that work out for you?" I nodded and hitched my shoulder. He narrowed his eyes a little and I looked away. The last thing I wanted was to catch shit from him about the Hydro.

"I need to get ready for that thing down at Saint Thomas." I said, walking down the hall. Bronx was thrashing his rope around violently at the end of the hall as I walked into my bedroom.

"You and Opie make sense, Ana. You've got Harper and everything." Happy said from the doorway. I would have felt a pang from that if I wasn't numb. I pulled a black tank over my sports bra and walked out of the closet.

"Yeah, it makes sense. He asked me to marry him last night." Happy's brow raised before he wiped off any emotion or reaction. I laughed and nodded while sitting down to pull my combat boots on.

"Thought you didn't believe in marriage. You just doing this to make him happy?" He called me out without hesitation. I tucked the laces down the boot shaft and picked up the other boot.

"Like you said, it makes sense. We've got Harper and everything." I parroted back his words and he scowled. He crossed the room and grabbed my chin, forcing my face up towards him.

"Where's the rest, Ana?" I shook my head and knocked his hand away. He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. "This isn't you, Ana. Fuck what makes sense if it pushes you back to this shit."

"Leave it, Happy. I'm fine." I moved to walk past him and he caught my arm. I cocked my head and shoved him off again. He finally reacted and pushed my shoulders back against the wall. I brought my knee up to his outer thigh sharply and tried to shove him back again. He didn't budge.

"Damnit, Ana. You're going to fuck up and lose everything. Stop putting your fucking head in the sand. If you aren't happy then do something about it. Run or stay but stop pretending." He growled as I finally quit fighting him. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"I need to head out. I'm fine, Happy." He dropped his hands from my shoulders and shook his head. I moved out from between he and the wall and grabbed my bag and bike keys.

"Be careful, Ana." Happy said as he sat down on his Dyna. I started my bike and nodded while I walked it back and out of the driveway. Something told me he wouldn't say anything to Opie about me using again. At least not yet.