Beau Blackwell grew up on the east coast. Cold wind was nothing new to him, and it usually didn't bother him. But, in this place where he stood now, it felt like an icy knife slicing through him each time it whipped by. Maybe he was just so cold because he'd been standing there for so long. But today was exactly a year to the day since his brother was killed. It was a year to the day since he'd crashed his bike and met Kimber and Dax and his life had completely changed. It was also the day he would head out to California with Kimber and he wasn't sure when they'd be back.

He knew rationally as he stood there that his brother wasn't here, in this cemetery, in that box and down in that hole. He knew that even if there wasn't an afterlife, Nick's soul was much too restless to just lay dormant for eternity. Once he was free of that body, Jigsaw was sure his brother had gone out and looked for trouble to cause.

He looked down at the new headstone now. The old one had his own name on it. This one did as well, and his date of birth...but the date died was left blank. He had talked to Kimber about it. He knew it was odd to be buried with your brother instead of your wife...but, he felt like he hadn't been there when Nick needed him most and somehow being there for him for all eternity made him feel better about that.

The other side of the stone said, “Nicholas Bradley Blackwell, loving son, grandson and brother.” The same date of birth was there, but his did have a date on the other end. Jigsaw felt a lump rise in his throat when he looked down at the small Hamsa engraved in one corner. It was exactly like the one he had tattooed on his chest when he was just twenty years old. The twin's Mamaw had given them both a tapestry to hang over their beds when they were little, after their parents died. The tapestries were blue and there was a black Hamsa symbol in the center of each. Mamaw wasn't an overly superstitious woman, but after she’d lost her only daughter, she worried much more about death than she ever had before. She was so afraid of losing the boys, she would have done anything to protect them. She even struggled with her faith, questioning sometimes why God would take good people. She would always come back around to the thought that God didn't take them, evil did...and even going to church and being faithful wouldn't protect you. So, she bought the tapestries, hung them up and told the boys they were “just in case.” The Hamsa was supposed to protect them from evil and keep them safe. The tapestries hung above their beds right up to the day Beau lost the house and the Hamsa was the first tattoo either man got, right after they found out that Nick had beat cancer. Jigsaw reached up now and ran his fingers across the spot where the tattoo was underneath his t-shirt. He shivered as he thought the damned thing hadn't done his brother a bit of good.

It took him a few seconds to process that the air had become calm. There was no wind blowing any longer and a warm, almost hot feeling washed over him from the inside out. It gave him a strange, almost euphoric feeling and then as quickly as it came on, it was gone and the wind picked back up. Jigsaw smiled and looked back down at the headstone. Maybe his brother's restless soul had found a place to settle after all.

“Hey Jig,” He turned toward the sound of Kimber's voice.

“Hey baby, why are you out here in the cold? Are you okay?” He'd left her back at the hotel. They were flying out in the morning to California and she was supposed to be packing. They'd already been in Jersey for almost two weeks...and Jigsaw was surprised to find himself so anxious to leave. He no longer thought of Newark as his home. Boston was his home now and he wanted nothing more than to move into the little cabin he'd put a down payment on for him and Kimber. They were going to have to put that off for just a little while longer though. Club business had to come first.

Dax was sending him to California to help out the mechanic at one of the Skulls west coast charter MCs. Someone had started a fire in the garage where they kept their bikes at night and destroyed them all. The club, the Westside Skulls, was a small one and they were low on funds. There was no way they could replace the bikes with new ones, so they'd reached out to the other Skulls chapters across the country for help and from what Jigsaw heard, they were sending it in droves. Dax promised him he only had to stay out there for a few months and he arranged for Kimber to go with him. It would probably be good for both of then to get away at least for a little while.

“I'm fine,” she said with a smile. “I was checking on you. You've been out here a long time, and you're not returning my texts.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw he'd missed multiple text messages. “Wow, I'm sorry baby. I was just...distracted, I guess.”

She put her hand on his arm and said, “I know. I spoke to Natalie.”

He sighed. That hadn't been fun. Natalie cried and told him that Vince didn't love her and would never be the man he was. She begged him to take her back, to take her with him...he felt almost bad about the fact that she didn't affect him at all. He knew she could turn those tears off and on at the drop of a pin. He knew that she could manipulate even the strongest man to get what she wanted. He knew that if he could live forever, he'd never know for sure what was real with her and what wasn't. But most of all, he knew that Kimber was who he wanted to be with. She was the one he loved and the one that he belonged with. He was honest with Natalie about that. It seemed to enrage her which surprised him as well. She wasn't the jealous type. She always thought so highly of herself that she didn't think she needed to be jealous, of anyone. But she was really pissed about Kimber. Jigsaw left there with mixed emotions about what he felt for Natalie...but the bottom line was that he finally knew it wasn't love. “Is she okay?” he asked.

Kimber nodded. “She's fine. Natalie is always fine.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you're right.” He slipped his arm around her shoulders and said, “I'm sorry you had to come out here in the cold looking for me. I'm ready. Let's go out to California and soak up some sun for a few months. Maybe we'll get drunk on the plane and make love on the beach as soon as we get there.”

Kimber laughed and then she leaned her head into his side and said, “I'd love to make love on the beach...but little Nicholas or Nicole is too young to drink...” It took him a few seconds to process what she'd just told him. Once he did, and he'd grabbed her up in a hug that he worried might not be so good for the baby growing in her belly, that warm feeling seeped through his veins again and filled every space inside of him. He smiled and hugged her again. He was going to be a father, and he was going to be a damned good one. Family, club, everything else. That was the motto he was going to live by from now on, and it was what he would teach his children. He'd finally found all the missing pieces of his life. He was finally whole again.