I wrapped my arms around the little boy, holding him in my arms while he held onto my finger. I felt a hand on my arm. "Let's get him inside," Jax said softly. With a nod, I walked to the stairs and back up to where Chibs and Juice were waiting for us; both smiled as I stopped, Abel in my arms. Inside the apartment, I handed Abel to Gemma, quickly hugged Jax, and got myself a tea that Bobby had made and quietly distributed it to anyone who wanted some. I sat down on the armrest of one of the chairs where Bobby was seated with his beer in hand, while Chibs was sitting with Fiona and Kerrianne on the couch. I gave them some time together, not wanting to split the connection Chibs had with his daughter. For the first time in days... Nobody was running. Nobody was hiding. Nobody was chasing anyone. Abel was home. And that was worth celebrating. The apartment was full of happy chatter with beer glasses clinking and the usual banter between the boys. Gemma barely let Abel out of her arms. She kept looking down at him like she needed to make sure he was really there. I could see how she softly touched the cheek of her grandson. Jax stayed nearby. Clay passed cups around; I knew it was alcohol. Juice disappeared into the kitchen and came back with whatever food he could find. Bobby made me laugh when he started organizing plates, putting more on my plate than the others. "Is everyone suddenly starving?" I asked, seeing him piling more and more food on one of the plates. Juice shrugged, grabbing one of the plates. "Stress makes me hungry," he replied, sitting on the other side of the chair where I was sitting. "That's your excuse for everything," I replied as I watched him stuffing his face with the food when I felt a nudge, and the mountain of food was right in front of me. "Your exagerrating," I grumbled at Bobby. "You're eating for 2, Lady. Take it." Bobby grumbled back. I took the plate and slowly started going through the food, pausing and laughing with the others. "I can't believe he's actually back," I said after a while, looking over to Jax, who now had Abel in his arms with his beer in front of him. "After everything," I added with a light sigh. "I thought we'd never get him," Jax said, relieved. I saw Chibs smiling at me, and I gave back a genuinely happy smile that we'd be on our way back home soon. Across the room, Gemma finally looked up. "Riley," she softly said, and I looked over where she was sitting between Clay and Jax. She smiled at me. "Thank you," she quietly said, which made me frown slightly since I had no Idea why she said that. "For what?" I asked in the same soft tone. "For being here," Gemma replied, and I understood. I just gave her a short nod; it was thankful. "Always," I said, turning back to my food. While I ate, I was glad Gemma came here with us, and although I was with family, I was really glad she was also here. For a moment, neither said anything. Then Juice called from across the room. "Can we eat before somebody starts crying again?" he asked, and I turned to Juice; I moved the plate from one hand to the other and slapped Juice on the back of the head. He screeched while he tried to hold the plate still without losing the food on it. "Too late," I replied, feeling the tears in my eyes quietly running down, and I quickly moved my hand from Juice back to my face, wiping the tears away. Gemma laughed. Juice grinned. "See? Food fixes everything," he said. I slightly shook my head. "Not everything," I replied. I looked at Abel, who looked around happily in his dad's arms. "But tonight..." I said, pausing slightly with a smile. "Maybe enough," I added more quietly, mainly to myself. Later that night, the mood finally became lighter. Stories were told. Drinks were raised. Even I found myself laughing properly again, more than the past few days. I looked over at Chibs, and I saw him looking at me. "Ye ready to go home?" he asked, and I smiled. "More than you know," I replied. "Miss your Bronco?" he asked, and I gasped, thinking about my car waiting for me at home. "I miss my Bronco," I replied with a light nod, and Chibs laughed. "Thought so," he said with a grin. "And my own bed," I said, thinking of my cozy bed. "That too?" Chibs asked, and I nodded. "You don't miss the bed?" I asked back. He shook his head. "Priorities," he grumbled. "Any more details about your bed life?" Opie asked somewhere behind me. "Shut you, asshole." I grumbled over my shoulder, making Opie laugh. "I'll miss this place." I said after the laughter died down. I turned back to Chibs as I said that. "Really?" he asked, and I nodded slightly. "Yeah." I said, although I looked over where Cherry was, slightly in a corner. "Some people, anyway." I added with a smile who returned the smile. Eventually, the celebration began winding down. The bags came out. Clothes were folded. Weapons were secured. Everyone started gathering what they'd brought with them. I stood in the room she and Chibs had been staying in, staring at the half-packed bags. I picked up one of the shirts. Then another. Chibs watched from the doorway. "Need help?" he softly asked, but I didn't look up and just continued to fold each shirt and put them into the bag. "Im fine." I replied while I took one of the tank tops with the skull I had on for the party on the first day here. "Yeah?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me while I zipped up the bags since I packed both bags, knowing Chibs would make a huge mess.