Description: After Opie finds out about Piney's death he comes home to you, his wife, looking for comfort.

I sat on the couch reading as I waited for Opie to get home. He'd told me he had some business to attend to so I put the kids to bed and sat down to wait for him.

When he walked in he looked like complete shit. His eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks tear stained. He didn't say anything as he kicked his boots off and hung his kutte by the door.

He walked over and laid down in my lap barely giving my time to move my book as he buried his face in my tshirt. I moved my hand to his head as he started to sob again. I held him as he cried for hours, knowing that no amount of words could calm him. I didn't know what was going on but if Opie was this distraught it must've been major.

When he'd cried his eyes out and then some, he turned his head so he was laying with his ear over my heart.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked.

"Your heartbeat is the most reassuring sound in the world," he said softly as I continued to run my fingers through his hair.

After a few moments of silence he began talking again.

"My old man is dead," he said. "Clay killed him."

"I'm so sorry Ope," I said. He just nodded a little and we fell back into our silence.

"I'll take it to the table in the morning," he said. "After we tell the kids."

"They've been through so much shit already," I said. "If the guys don't handle it I may just go after Clay myself."

"I want to," he said. "First Donna then Piney."

"I know babe," I said.

Seeing Opie this heartbroken always crushed me. Always. He was the toughest guy I knew so to see him shattered was almost unbearable.

He pushed himself up so he was hovering over me and leaned down to kiss me gently.

"You're the best woman a man could ask for," he said as I cupped his cheeks with my hands. He kissed the inside of my wrist gently.

"And you're the best man a woman could ask for," I said.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said, pulling him into a kiss.

"I'm going to go shower," he said after a second.

"I'm going to head to bed," I said. He stood up before helping me to my feet and walking down the hall, our hands still interlinked.

I sat in bed, staring at the family picture I kept on my night stand. Opie and I stood out, me on his back as Piney and Mary stood on one side of us with my own parents on the other. Kenny and Ellie were standing in the front, Ellie holding Opie and I's first born Madelyn. I smiled softly at the memories of the family picnic where the picture had been taken. Most of the club was there to celebrate the Fourth of July and the arrival of baby Mady a few weeks earlier.

Gemma had insisted on taking the picture as it was one of the few times everyone would be present. Opie tried to complain as did Piney and Kenny, earning sarcastic remarks about how some things don't change between generations.

Piney had been a huge figure in my life when my parents threw me out of the house every other weekend during high school. Opie, Jax, and I were all close, but Piney took me in like a daughter even after Mary took Opie away. He let me stay at his house while he crashed at the clubhouse.

Eventually my parents and I settled our differences and have grown close again, but I never forgot how much Piney did for me.

When Opie returned from his shower, he killed the lights and made his way to the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me as we both drifted into a restless sleep, dreading the days to come.