You pulled into the parking lot of MacTavish Auto Repair shop.

Place was now unrecognizable. Balloons, 'Welcome home' signs. Bunch of motorcycles parked along the parking lot. Smell of food and drinks filled your nostrils.

Johnny's wife, Penny, insisted to have the party at their shop, saying that's the one place boys spend the most time at. You couldn't argue. Besides you really didn't want to organize the party anyways. You helped, but let Penny take the lead on it.

It's been three years since Simon and Johnny got themselves in trouble, landing in prison.

Three whole years of you trying to make sense of things. Moving on? No, not a chance. You're Simon's girl, even if you don't have a ring or children to prove that.

In the three years, you partly ran the MC club, so once Simon would return, it wasn't all wasted away.

Everything seemed to be set up, other club members already few drinks in, enjoying banter with each other, waiting for their club leaders to return.

You leaned against the hood of your car, crossing your arms over your chest as you glanced down the street.

It wasn't long until you heard roars of engines and soon could make out silhouettes of Simon and Johnny.

Both pulled up to the shop, could barely get off their bikes because everyone was around them in an instant.

You, however, stayed where you were, small smile on your lips.

Simon got off his bike, removing his helmet. He looked around and his eyes soon caught you.

He was a rough-looking man, his stubble had grown way past just a five o'clock shadow by this point and his hair was messy and unkempt, but he still had that same warm, charming look he always wore when he looked at you.

He made his way toward you, the crowd of men separating to let him through as he did.

A soft grin tugged at Simon's lips "Hey, beautiful."