Well here we are again ladies and gentlemen.

Logan Teller back with the bullshit.

Haha, just kidding.

But it's been a while, almost too long I believe.

But that's a good thing. Nothing crazy or abnormal has happened; the kids and I have finally gotten the chance to live a happy normal life away from the craziness that Charming always seemed to have.

Alabama wasn't the best place in the world, I'm sure. But it was home to us. The kids didn't have any complaints, and neither did I anymore.

But 15 years.. What a long time. 15 years can do a lot to a person, to a family. So let me get you caught up...

Let's start with my sweet babyboy Abel, who wasn't a baby anymore.

22 years old, Harley salesmen by day, Harley rider by night; there was no doubt about it, he was Jaxon Tellers son. He didn't live at home anymore, which I was still getting used to, but he was an adult. He was a little slut just like his dad too, but what can you do? I've preached to him about condoms til I was blue in the face, and seeing as I don't have any grandchildren yet, it seemed to be quite effective. He was a spitting image of his father at 22; crazy.

Nova? Ah, my little juvenile delinquent who had more of her fathers attitude than the other two combined. 5 small charges before she was 18; but thank God they were before she was 18, the kid got a second chance to not fuck things up. Turning 21 in just a few weeks, working on a degree at an online university. She wanted to be a music teacher, I wonder who she got that from? She was my sweet little punk-rock princess. But I'd give anything to have that little 5lb 6oz babygirl back to hold in my arms.

Now Jade? She no longer went by Jade, it was Alex these days. I'm not sure how.. But I raised an old soul flower child hippie. She traded her blonde curls in for dreadlocks with pink tips. She had gauges that were almost an inch, a septum ring, and much like her brother and sister, covered in tattoos. She didn't want to go to college, which I supported. She just graduated and turned 18, she had time. She was living at home making decent money as a store manager at the Spencers at the mall, and she sold weed on the side to make extra cash. 2031 and Alabama still isn't one of the 30 states to legalize fully.

So my kids? They were grown. Me? 44-years-old, single, a teacher still, but I went back to get my masters when we first moved here, so I conduct college classes now. Not much has really changed, except for maybe some wrinkles and a few grey hairs, but age will do that to you.

So, why am I here, writing again?

Because 15 years was up.

I had kept my children far away from that hell-hole Charming, CA, just like I had promised Jaxon that night when they hauled him off to jail. I left and never looked back.

But Jax was getting out of jail today. While I had stayed far away from the place, I couldn't lose total contact. I'm sure if Gemma wouldn't have passed away so soon after we left it would have been harder for me to not contact them. The only person I stayed in contact with? Amanda. But we both kept that a secret.

However, my childrens father getting out of jail? I couldn't keep that secret when I had an almost 21-year-old keeping track of the day. And that leads me to where we are today.

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"Absolutely fucking not!" I yelled at my brunette daughter. She sat across the table, giving me evil eyes as she puffed a cigarette. The humidity was too much and not helping my frustration in the least bit.

"I'm almost 21 fucking years old." she spat back at me. She put her cigarette out and got up from the table, beginning to walk towards her bedroom. "You can't tell me what to do forever." She yelled as I heard her stomp up the steps.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, cupping my face in my hands. Was parenting ever going to get any easier? Probably not. I heard the front door swing open.

"Hey ma," It was Abel, thank God. Maybe he could talk some sense into his sister. He came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, sitting down at the table where Nova previously was. "Where are Nova and Alex?"

"Alex is working until 5 and Nova.. Having another meltdown over today." My son sighed, just looking out the window and shaking his head.

"She should really let it go. That place is no good." At least one of my kids had sense. "But it would be good to see dad." Or not.

"Abel.."

"Hear me out, mom." He reached over the table, grabbing my hands. He looked at me with those same damning eyes his father looked at me with so many years ago. "Dads getting out of prison for the first time in 15 years. If I recall, the two of you left on good terms."

"That's not the point, Abel."

He rolled his eyes. "You did your job. You took us away from that place, just like he asked you to. You raised us far away, gave us a good life." I smiled. He always knew how to boost my ego. "But Charming was a part of all of us; the club was a part of all of us. I think if Nova wants to go back to see dad, she should be able to. It's not a bad idea for a family trip."

"Absolutely fucking not, Abel Christopher."

"You know all of us are over 18, right?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking at me. Alright, maybe Nova wasn't the only one to get her fathers attitude. He leaned back in the chair, a cocky tone washing over his voice. "So I mean it's either come with us, or we go on our own. Your choice."

"Is this what today is?!" I vented to him. "I swear to God-" While those two inherited Jaxs attitude, Alex got his perfect timing. I slid my phone open, reading the text message from my youngest.

Sooo me and Nov have been talking and we wanna go see dad. I took my two weeks vacation as of tomorrow. Abel is for it too. Love you!

"God fucking damn it." I let my head hit the table with a groan.

"It wouldn't be the end of the world, Ma. Besides, I'm sure everyone would be happy to see you. Who knows what all could have changed in 15 years?" Not much, kiddo. Maybe if I told them I stayed in contact with Amanda about things.. No, that would make it worse.

"You're all really going to go, with or without me?" he tried to play it off, but gave me a nod. He let out a deep breath and then reached for a cigarette, lighting it up. "When were you three planning on leaving?"

Nova burst back into the kitchen, carrying a few of her bags down. "Tonight, after Alex gets home." she put her hands on her hips. I just kept shaking my head, because it was the only response I could find. My kids, however, thought it was funny and giggled.

"This isn't a fucking joke." They knew I was serious, because they both shut up. "I.. I can't protect you from that place, from those things anymore." I wanted to cry. I'd always protect my children; with my last dying breath I would keep them safe. But they were adults now, and there was only so much I could keep from them.

"Ma," Abel grabbed my hands again. "There's nothing to protect us from. We aren't moving there, or staying long; two weeks. Two weeks to see dad and get closure over some things, that's it. We just want to see our dad, someone who went to jail for some awful shit to save us, to get us out of there."

And even though it was me who did all the work over the years, who put in all the effort, who worked an honest way to give them the life they deserved.. It was Jax who was the hero, Jax who got the credit. My husband (yeah, the divorce that last 20 years) who was never there, was the one who got all the credit. Closure was just what they needed, maybe they'd like me a little more for once.

"Fine."

"Come on, MOM!" Nova shot at me. Abel and I both looked at her like she was stupid. Her eyes got wide. "Oh, wait, shit. Did she say fine? Fuck yeah."

I rolled my eyes. I was making a mistake.

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40 hours later and I was having DejaVu of 22 years ago.

Now Entering Charming, California. Keep our little town charming.

Abel drove his truck down so he could bring his bike in the back, and Nova rode with him. Alex had no issue riding with me, which was nice. I enjoyed her music more than Abel and Novas and we didn't argue nearly as much.

"This is Charming?" she asked, looking out the window. I chuckled. "Can you remind me why we're excited for this?" she looked really amazed. Heflin, Alabama wasn't anything special or big, but it was better, nicer, than this place. Charming was just a run-down family owned small town full of gangs and violence, I don't care what anyone had to say. At least in Alabama we were safe from this shit.

"Jaxon Teller." I assured her. I watched her eyes light up.

"Do you think daddy will be excited to see us? He doesn't even know we're coming." She seemed so anxious, and that was understandable. I knew what she was feeling, and it wasn't something easy to deal with.

"Yes he does." I assured her. No better time than the present to start being honest. Plus Alex was so young when we left Charming, she didn't remember much of anything; not even Jax, really. She was always asking her older siblings questions over the years about him, and those two could talk about him for hours. "At least I think he does. I gave an old friend a phone call last night, let her know we were on our way into town. Not sure if you three numb skulls did your research or anything, but unless you're a crackhead or a prostitute, you do not wanna stay at that hotel you booked. I have somewhere for us to stay."

"Are you nervous to see him?" I couldn't help but smile at her questions.

"I'm not sure nervous is the right word. I'm feeling something, I'm just not quite sure what it is yet."

I made a right turn onto Harber St., Abel turned right behind me.

"What's this place?" she asked me as I pulled into the garage parking lot.

Nothing had really changed, the cars were just newer and I didn't know any of the faces working at the garage. It still looked the same, even the same old door on the club house; you could see where they patched over the marks from my fists I put there so many years ago. So many memories and emotions washed over me when I parked the car, not sure if I should get out or just drive all the way back home. I guess now, being in Charming, was a bad time to make that choice.

"Mom!" It must have been the third of fourth time she said my name. I snapped out of my own thoughts and killed the engine, giving my youngest a fake smile. "Are you sure you're ready to do this?"

I nodded. "Are you?"

She looked down at her lap, twirling her thumbs. I hopped out of the car and over to her side, opening the door. Abel and Nova got out of his truck, coming over to meet me.

"Nice Harley!" I heard a voice from the door say. We all turned, seeing a young man around their age, patched into the club. And God damn it I could guess who he was by how much he looked like his father. "Can I help you folks?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Toby Winston, don't you know how to greet family you ain't seen in years?"

He looked at me crooked at first and then his eyes grew and his draw dropped.

"Aunt Logan?" he questioned. I just gave him a smile and within seconds we were hugging each other tight; his hugs were like Opies, too. "Mom said something about you guys coming into town, I just didn't know she meant today. Fuck." he looked over me and then moved on to the children he had grown up with. Him and Abel immediately hugged, then he and Nova.

"I can't believe it." Nova noted, pulling away from the hug. "It's been so long, man. This feels so fucking crazy to be back here."

Alex was being very shy, reverting back to her age 7 behaviors. She stood behind me like a cowaring little mouse, afraid of a cat.

"Jade?" he questioned towards her. I pushed her forward and she jumped.

"It's actually Alex. Who are you?" he smiled and shook her hand.

"Toby Winston. Yeah, I guess you really wouldn't remember me and my sister. You were really little when we used to have sleepovers."

"We used to hang out?" Abel, Nova and Toby all chuckled, but she didn't seem to get the joke.

"Honey, Toby and Raven were pretty much your best friends growing up. You guys spent a lot of time together. Speaking of," I glanced around. "Where's your sister? Your mum and dad?"

Toby began walking towards the clubhouse, and we fell in line behind him. "Raven's at work at the hospital until 6, mom's over at the studio doing some editing and finishing up there and dad's inside, he, erm, he just got back from picking Jax up a couple things he needed for the house." And that name hit my spine like lightening.

"Is Jax, I mean, uh, my dad, inside?" Nova asked, her anxiety beginning to take over her. My girls may have been grown, but they were both holding one of my hands in that moment.

Toby nodded, opening the door. Abel walked in behind him, then Nova, then me and then Alex. That smell was so familiar to me and it brought back so many memories; too many memories.

"Aye," Toby shouted over to his dad who hopped up and ran across the room, grabbing me up in a huge hug.

"HENDY!" He cheered, spinning me around and then setting me down. "God, girl. The years have treated you good." I slapped his arm and he laughed. "Damn, the kids have grown up. Come here!" he told them. Nova and Abel immediately gave their Uncle Ope a hug, telling them how much they missed him and this place. Alex was shy at first, again, and then she gave him a hug too. "So, you raised a biker," he pointed to Abel. "A grunge-punk-I'm-not-really-sure-90s-rocker of some sort," he pointed at Nova, who wasn't quite sure what he was talking about; Fuck, we were old. "And a beautiful flower child with dreads I could only dream of having." And that broke the ice bewteen he and Alex, a huge smile plastered on her face.

The happy emotions were short lived for me when I saw who walked out from the hallway.

"Holy shit." Was all he had to say. Nice to see Amanda had done her job and informed him we were coming.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna give you guys a minute." Opie grabbed two more beers and headed outside, pulling Toby with him by the shoulder.

The past 15 years of my life didn't seem to matter in that moment. My life was standing infront of me. You'd think time would let these feelings fade away and let me be alright, but they didn't. But this trip wasn't for me, it wasn't for him. It was for his children, the children he hadn't seen or heard from in 15 years.

"What're you.." he paused, walking over to his children, so much emotion in his eyes. "What're you doing back here?" he shot at me, trying to cover his emotion.

"Hey," It looked like Abels voice had shocked him; the last time he heard it he was 6, after all. "Don't blame her or get mad. We wanted this. We're adults and we made an adult decision to come back here and see our father."

And Jax accepted that, bringing his son into a huge hug. I hadn't seen Jax cry very many times, but I could add this one to the list.

"My little girl," he opened his arms and Nova ran into them, hugging him tight. "God you're so fucking tall." She laughed at that.

And he looked over next to me, this bashful little blonde-pink headed girl staring at him with wide eyes. My two oldest remembered their father fairly well. They were old enough to retain memories of him and this town, which part of me hated. But Alex? she didn't remember anything, not a single thing about him. He made his way over to us slow.

"God you look just like your mother." He looked Alex all over, taking in this beautiful person we created. "That pink hair is badass, girl." He tried to hug her, but Alex declined.

"I'm sorry." she told him, her tone a little off. "I just.. I don't know you."

"Alex!" Nova shot. Jax spun around to her.

"Hey." his stern voice never ceased to make me jump in my skin. "She's right, she doesn't know me." he looke down at the floor, hurt by that. "So she needs time to get to know me. Wasn't lucky enough like you two brats to remember this great place." I rolled my eyes. Yeah, Charming was so great.

"I'm sorry." Alex told her father. "I've tried to remember you everyday for as long as I can remember, but there's just nothing there." she looked sad. Jax wrapped his arm aorund her shoulders.

"Hey, kid. It's alright. All that matters is you're here now." he gave her a soft smile and then walked back behind the bar. "If I'm correct the only one old enough to drink is Abel." Nova and Alex rolled their eyes. "But I never was very good at following the rules." I chuckled at him. Some old Jax, that was for sure. He got all of us a drink, him, Abel and myself having a beer while the girls drank something a little fruity. "How long are you guys staying?" he asked Abel.

"Two weeks. Couldn't take a lot of time off from the shop, boss would kill me is we lost that many sales."

"Where you workin boy?"

"Harley Store out in Mobile. Pays the bills and I get super cheap parts for my bike." And I saw a fire in Jaxons eyes I hadn't seen in many years.

"A bike?" he asked our son. "Did you ride it down?"

And they were lost in their own conversation after that, heading outside to unload Abels bike and look it over.

"Mom," Nova called for me. I was watchig my boys, my men, enjoying a hobby they both had, a genetic hobby if you ask me. "You wanna smoke some pot?" I turned around, looking at her with my 'mom' look.

"I hate when you ask me like that. It sounds.. Dirty. Ask like a normal fucking person." I pulled out my cigarette pack and pulled out a joint, lighting it. "But yes." Nova came trotting over to me, taking a seat on top of the picnic table. God, I spent so many years here.

Maybe it was the head change from the killer Bubba Kush I had, or maybe it was some type of nostalgia. I sat on that picnic bench, looking to my right at Alex, who was off in her own thoughts; it must have been a rough day so far for her, rushing back to this place she knew nothing about. To my immediate left was Nova looking over to her brother and father, a smile plastered on her face. I looked past her over to my boys; Jax, Abel, Opie and Toby. They looked like their were having the time of their lives.

I just sat there, lost in my own thoughts, in all my memories. All the people that have come and gone through this place, the people I've sat on this table with.

When I was 16 and I got black out drunk of the first time, and Jax sat out here all night with me while I threw my guts up.

When I was 18 and we moved the table out to the middle of the parking lot and laid out on it my last night home before moving to Pittsburgh, just watching the stars and talking about everyhting and nothing.

When I was 23 and pregnant with Nova, sitting out here eating watermelon and she started moving like crazy and Jax felt her kick the first time.

When I was 25 and I came home from the hospital after losing Thomas and Gemma and I sat up all night talking about how we felt.

All the memories with Donna.

All the memories with Gemma.

All the memories with Opie.

All the memories with Jax.

All the memories with everyone, a lot of people who I'd never have new memories with again.

But there were still a lot of people who I could make memories with, who I got this little bit of extra time with.

"Mom," Nova poked me in the cheek, giving me her wide puppy eyes. "Did you hear me?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry baby. My head was really loud." Nova shook her head and smirked.

"I asked if maybe we could go get food, drop our shit off where we're staying. I wanna change and stuff." I nodded. I could get them dropped off at Amandas and I could go visit a few people I really needed to see.

We walked over to Jax, snapping the boys out of their Harley trance.

"Hey, Ope. Uhm the kids wanna get their stuff dropped off and changed at the house and stuff. Think you can ride over with us?" He nodded, pushing past the guys to head inside to grab his keys.

"You gonna be here for a while, pop?" Abel asked, finishing off his beer and tossing it in a trash can.

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not goin anywhere, waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You guys are back, this is great. We're gonna party tonight!" Abel and Nova cheered with their dad and Toby, excited for what the night had in store. Oh God. An SOA party. Christ. I was getting too old for this shit.

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I dropped Alex off at Opie and Amandas, Abel would have room in his truck for her after they unloaded their bags from the back seat.

I took off down to a familiar place, a place I could always find peace. A place to see those I left behind 15 years ago; South Charming Cemetary.

I parked my car off to the side, eyeing up that big oak tree, shading over 100 headstones, American flags sticking from the ground and swaying in the wind. I made my way over to the family plots, where they all were.

I stood there, hands in my pocket.

"Hey little boy." My sweet sweet baby boy would be almost 20 years old. "It's been a long time." A tear fell out of my eye. "I.. I, uh.. I'm sorry I left, but if I could have I would have taken you with me." A few more tears fell out of my eyes. "You know, Tommy, I would have given my life a million times, a million different deaths to have you here, to give you the life you never got to have." God I fucking missed him. "I love you my sweet baby." I bent down and placed a kiss on the cold marble. I composed myself and got back up, walking a few plots down.

J.T. and Gemma.

This was the only place I ever got to meet J.T., but I felt close to him somehow. All the times I came here with Jax, saw the comfort he felt here. I felt it too. I never met the man but I felt like I really knew him.

Gemma.

Jesus Christ.

She was so mad at me when I left. I didn't let the kids say goodbye, I didn't tell anyone where I was going. God she was so fucking mad.

And I never talked to her again.

"Hey Gem," I sat down infront of her indian style, like I always did when we talked. I lit up a joint I had in my cigarette pack. "It's been a long time. I'm sorry I left you, Gemma. I'm sorry I left Charming, because I know you hated that I did. But I had to, Gem. It was the right thing to do. It's what Jaxon told me to do. I'm so sorry I never got to come back. I think I did a good job raising the kids, you'd be so proud of them. God, Nova reminds me so much of you; it scares me half to death." I laughed at that one. "I still love your son, Gem. I always will. I'll love him until I can't love anymore.. And I hate it. I wish I could stop. I wake up everyday just wishing I couldn't love him. 15 fucking years and I've come back, still completely in love with him. And the way the kids look up to him, still to this day.. Fuck, Gemma." My phone ringing snapped me out of the conversation I was having; it was Abel.

"Hey, baby." I stood up, putting out the joint that was down to the stinger. "Yeah, I'm on my way there now. Don't y'all start partying too hard without me." I heard him chuckle; just like his fucking father.

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A/N- Hope you guys liked the first chapter of my sequel. I have really big plans for this, so if I get enough reviews and see there's enough interest I'll keep going with this. I hope you guys enjoyed it so much!