It was your first Christmas back in Charming, and the clubhouse was bustling with the usual chaotic energy. You stepped inside, cradling Emmy in your arms, her tiny hands clutching the edge of her blanket as her bright eyes scanned the room full of familiar faces. She was wide awake, taking in everything—the twinkling lights, the loud laughter, and the smells of food cooking.

Opie spotted you first. “There’s my girls!” he called out with a grin, abandoning his attempt to fix the lights on the crooked tree.

“She’s been awake all day,” you said, offering her to Opie. Emmy immediately reached for him, her little fingers curling around his shirt as she cooed happily.

Opie grinned. “She’s a Winston, alright. She never misses a beat.” He bounced her in his arms, making her giggle.

“She keeps me on my toes,” you teased, settling onto one of the couches. “Can’t even get a nap in.”

“Good, you’ll need the energy for Christmas with us,” Jax said, raising an eyebrow as he walked over. “She’s already stealing the show.”

Tig leaned in from across the room. “She’s got the Winston eyes—watching everything, waiting for the perfect moment to cause some trouble.”

“She’s been like that since this morning,” you said with a laugh. “And she’s got the Winston stubbornness too.”

Happy, who had been quietly carving a small wooden toy in the corner, came over and handed it to you. “For her first Christmas,” he said, a rare smile on his face. “She’ll need something to chew on soon.”

Emmy grabbed it immediately, holding it tightly in her little hands as the Sons crowded around her. She was already the center of attention, and she didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Opie, still holding her, looked at you with a soft smile. “You’re home now. You and Emmy, you’re with us. Always.”

You looked around the room, at the Sons who had become your family over the years. It was messy, loud, and chaotic, but it felt right. With Emmy in Opie’s arms, and the warmth of the clubhouse around you, this was your Christmas—the perfect mix of love and chaos.