I thought I'd release a chapter before Season 7's release tomorrow. It's definitely the end of an era, so I guess I'll finish my writing whenever I deem necessary based on the show's outcome as well as the motivation to continue based off a finished series.

Please let me know what you think in the reviews!

Enjoy!

"You look lovely this evening," Alex says as they walk side by side with their hands interlinked.

Piper, wearing a silver, thigh-high dress with matching heels, turns her head to the right so that she can smile at her wife.

"You've seen me in this dress several times, Al," the blonde says through a blush, trying to combat her increasing heart rate - something that seems to rocket sky-high whenever the woman swinging their hands gives her a compliment.

"Can't you ever just take a compliment," Alex chuckles, knowing how the blonde's embarrassment can get the better of her, before leaning over to whisper into her wife's ear. "I'm sure it'll look better on the bedroom floor though."

With the red flush adorning her cheeks increasing, Piper bites down on her lower lip before swaying her body sideways into the brunette's. "Shut up," she responds, pulling her hand away as they enter the beach bar they'd chosen to check out after finishing their dinner at a restaurant nearby.

A few more hours pass by along with a number of drinks, and in beginning to feel the effects of her alcohol consumption getting the better of her, Piper slides out of her side of booth that they were sitting in and announces she's going to the toilet.

Now on her own, Alex takes the moment of silence to look up at the flat screen television displaying worldwide news, and upon seeing a segment on the American stock exchange, she shuffles in her seat, edging her body forward slightly so that she can read the subtitles more clearly.

"I didn't peg you as an economist," an unfamiliar voice breaks Alex's trail of thought as her vision lowers from the bright screen down to the woman in front of her, sliding into the unoccupied side of the booth Piper had previously been sitting at.

"Sorry - someone's sitting there," the brunette responds, having not entirely heard what the woman had said over the sound of the music in the bar.

"I don't see anyone here?" the woman - who has tied up blonde hair and brown eyes - counters, tilting her head to the side while lifting up her wine glass to her lips. "Where abouts in the States you from?" the woman asks, and based on the accent that shines through on particular words, Alex guesses the woman is either American and moved to live in another country or vice versa.

"New York," she lies, not wanting to engage with the other woman.

"Yeah and I'm from Timbuktu," the woman chuckles. "You're way too laid back for that. How about telling the truth this time?"

"Brooklyn," Alex reveals, hoping that's all the woman wanted, but given the look on her curious face, she guesses that that was just the beginning of her probing.

"Nice place - they do good brunch there."

"You've been?"

"Here and there," the woman comments. "Born in the states, live in Ireland."

"I see," Alex attempts to end the conversation, yet giving herself an internal pat on the back at being correct with her earlier assumption.

With her eyes wandering over to the bathroom door, praying that Piper soon appears, the brunette's focus is once again impeded.

"What're you doing away from home then?" the woman asks.

"First break away from my son," Alex answers, hoping that'll get her message across.

"Oh, so you have a kid?" the woman asks out of surprise.

"Yep," Alex says, before lifting up her left hand and pointing towards the ring that's adorned her ring finger for the last 2 years. "And I'm very happily married," she adds, emphasising the fact that she is indeed taken.

"Wow, your husband must be great considering… you know - he's left you here on your own," the woman says, raising her shoulders as though trying to prove some sort of point.

"Well, I wouldn't really know considering I don't have a husband," Alex reveals, hating the assumption that having a child immediately rose, yet regretting revealing to the woman clearly flirting with her that she wasn't into men.

"Ah, so I was right," the woman rolls her head back, smirking once their eyes reconnect.

"Look, my wife is going to be back here any minute, and I don't think she'd appreciate that you're in her seat," the brunette says roughly, straightening her posture.

"How about the space next to you there?" the woman asks, nodding her head down to gesture towards the empty space next to Alex considering she's seated in the middle of the chair.

"No," she responds, running a hand through her hair while letting out a huff. "I don't think you came here to talk to me about the stock exchange, so whatever it is, I'm not interested."

"Are you sure about that?" the woman asks while leaning forward, causing Alex's eyes to betray her and fall onto the woman's cleavage that's visible due to her tow-cut top.

"Yeah, Alex. Are you sure about that?" a voice adds to the mix - one of which Alex is most definitely familiar with, and given the way in which it was said, she knows she's fucked.

"Piper-" the brunette begins, but is cut off by the woman seated opposite her.

"So, this must be your wife then?" she asks, causing Piper to very visibly be stunned by the comment. "She's cute," she adds, looking over to Alex as though congratulating her.

"And you are?" Piper asks.

"Leaving," the brunette says, not wanting her wife to cause a scene.

"That doesn't matter," she responds, standing up and shuffling out of the booth, yet stopping in front of Piper. "You know, you suit each other. Maybe the two of you could join me in having a nightcap back at my hotel?" she asks, causing Piper's eyebrows to nearly shoot up to the top of her forehead.

"We're good, thanks," the taller blonde says firmly, giving a sarcastic, close-lipped smile, before moving to sit back down.

"Take this incase you change your mind," she says, reaching into her bra and pulling out a piece of paper - one of which Alex assumes has her number written on it. "The offer still stands until I leave on Friday," she concludes, before winking at Alex and finally leaving the women on their own.

"Holy shit, she wanted to have a threesome with us!" Alex voices, laughing at the situation that had unfolded.

"That's not funny, Alex," Piper counters, sounding serious. "I'm guessing that's not the only thing she offered you before I arrived."

"Oh, come on. You know nothing like that happened," the brunette says, raising her hands as though questioning her wife's insecurity.

"I walk over while my wife's staring at another woman's tits and then the same woman offers to have a threesome with me and said wife. Yeah, I must sound crazy right now, Al," Piper explains, her jealousy clearly showing.

"I wasn't staring at her chest, Pipes, and how is it my fault she thought we're hot together?"

"You know what? I'm not doing this with you right now," the blonde says, letting out a huff while moving to get up. "Can I have the room key?"

"So you're leaving now, are you?"

"Well I'm not really having a good time considering that new friend of yours is still watching us," Piper responds through gritted teeth, jutting her head over to where the woman that they thought had left was indeed still sitting at the bar, eyes glued on their table.

"For fuck sake, Piper: we're married! Why the fuck do you always do this?" Alex asks, also getting up from her seat to lead the way out of the beach bar, sensing their evening is now over. "I asked you to marry me for a reason, Piper, and if I wanted to be with anyone else, I wouldn't have gone through with it! We have a child for God sake!" the brunette adds angrily, the vein in her neck revealing her sudden bout of frustration.

"Al, calm down," Piper says, attempting to diffuse the situation from breaking out into a full-scale argument, especially as their evening - before it was rudely interrupted - had been enjoyable.

Turning to face her wife, Alex's eyes suddenly darken while her expression remains unreadable.

"Stay here," she voices, before turning back and stepping back into the bar they had just left.

Piper, meanwhile, stands in the middle of the empty sand path that they had been walking along, wondering why on earth her wife had gone back inside.

Another few minutes pass by, and after squirming and shifting her body weight on the spot, Piper views the brunette stepping back out the bar area - her expression still unreadable. She finds herself clenching down on her jaw at the sight of the familiar woman also - coincidentally - leaving the bar area, and despite her voice asking a patronising question, Piper's vision is overtaken by the oncoming body belonging to her wife.

Before she can so much as greet Alex, the blonde is pulled into a passionate kiss while she feels two firm hands rest on her ass, squeezing the skin. The act of affection was one she found unexpected - and although they had just encountered a small riff disrupting the flow of their evening, the act was very welcomed.

"Who did I propose to while she was washing the dishes?" Alex asks, breaking the kiss and resting their foreheads together.

"Me," Piper breathes out quietly.

"Who did I marry just over 2 years ago?"

"Me."

"Who is the most amazing mother that makes me crumble every time I see her with our son?"

"Me," the blonde answers, feeling entirely reassured and touched by her wife's words.

"I love you, Piper. Don't ever doubt that."

"I know you do," she pulls back, placing her right hand on Alex's cheek. "And I love you too."

"Wanna say goodbye to my friend?" the brunette asks in a teasing manner as she pulls away to grab her wife's hand.

"I think she got the message," Piper chuckles, her heart swooning as Alex tilts her head back as she too laughs. "Why did you go back in there?" the blonde adds.

"I may have ordered some drinks to arrive back in our room," the brunette reveals, letting out a toothy smile at the look of surprise on the blonde's face.

The pair begin to continue back down the sandy path until Piper opens her mouth in question.

"Who is going to fuck me sideways when we get back into the room?"

Smirking as she looks over at the blonde biting down on her lower lip, Alex smirks.

"Me."

"Pipes - I have everything under control," Alex pauses, adjusting her shoulder so that her mobile device resting between her ear and shoulder feels more comfortable. "I know you're busy right now; you don't have to worry about us."

"I know," the blonde responds, audibly sighing down the phone. "I just miss him, that's all."

For one of the rare times it happens, Alex finds herself agreeing with what her wife is saying and not somewhat thinking about the dramatic undertones her statements often provide. They'd arrived back from their holiday two days ago, but with their up-and-coming sale at PoPi, Piper found herself working early mornings and late nights throughout the weekend, leaving Alex at home alone with their son.

"Did he eat his breakfast okay?" Piper asks, wanting to have all of her worried quashed before she switches off mother mode and enters work mode.

"Yep," Alex responds, the sound of her placing something onto the draining board making noise in the background. "He cried for a bit when it wasn't you giving it to him, but he stopped once he figured out he preferred me anyway," she jokes, knowing her wife must be rolling her eyes on the other side of the line.

"Call me if you need anything, babe," the blonde says - a sign that she can't really afford to talk on the phone for much longer. "Al?" she asks, given the fact that she wasn't given any form of response. "Alex?"

"Holy shit!" Alex's voice shouts down the phone - an indication that whatever is happening on her end is enough to elicit some sort of heightened emotion.

"What? Is everything okay?!" the blonde asks, her one-track mind immediately fearing that something had happened to their son.

"He just walked," the brunette reveals through a chuckle. "He just took his fucking first steps, Piper," she confirms, the pride in her voice evident.

"He did!" Piper responds down the phone, elated to hear of her son achieving such an important life milestone, but that feeling soon disappears and is replaced with sadness. "I missed it," she says quietly, her voice revealing that she's already beginning to well up with tears.

"Pipes-" Alex begins, not exactly knowing how to stop her wife from getting too worked up over not being home.

"I fucking missed it, Alex," she repeats, sniffing at the end of the line.

"He's gonna do it again, Pipes. There's loads of other things he'll do that you'll get to see for the first time."

"I'll come home for lunch," the blonde digresses, sounding serious.

"He'll still be here by the time you finish work and so will his legs and feet," Alex chuckles, knowing how badly Piper wants to come home to see their son in person. "Just a few more hours, babe."

"I'll have to see how busy we get," the blonde counters, her mind still set on going home as soon as she possibly can.

"I'll tell him you said hi."

"Tell him to wait for me before he starts running the fucking marathon."

"With your exact wording?" Alex asks jokingly, knowing how much Piper hates swearing around their son.

"I'll see you later, Al," the blonde chuckles, knowing her wife was kidding.

"Enjoy working!" Alex responds through a smile, laughing as the phone line dies.

Walking over to where Jax is now seated on the floor with his legs spread out in front of him, Alex walks so that she's seated a few steps opposite and sits down, propping her phone up against the bottom of the kitchen counter to her side and pressing record.

Spreading out her arms with some words of encouragement, Alex smiles as she watches her son eventually manage to push himself up and take two small steps before catching him in her arms.

"You did it, bud!" Alex laughs, rubbing her son's stomach as he laughs through his toothless mouth. "Wave to mommy," she adds, shifting her body to the right to try and get the little boy to look towards her phone.

Proud of her son's achievement, Alex lets him sit down on her lap as she grabs her phone, turns off the record button, and sends the video to her wife, awaiting her response.

No more than two minutes later, the brunette's phone vibrates, and as she checks her message, her suspicions were all but confirmed.

Piper: I'll be home by 2.