𝕺𝖕𝖎𝖊 {Prison event}

┍━━━━━━━━ ⋆⋅♤⋅⋆ ˢᶤᵗ˒ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶤᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵛᵉˡ... ⋆⋅♤⋅⋆ ━━━━━━━━┙ ✞*̥˚ He's back and he's pissed ✞*̥˚ Seeking revenge *̥˚✞ Trigger warnings ⚠️ ✞*̥˚ Now twisted RT for the big guy?

with me. Thank you for the laughter, the patience, the memories, and the little things you do that make my life better without even realising it. Thank you for being the person I can turn to when I don't have the words. Thank you for reminding me that love doesn't have to be +)

choose you, Gin. Every damn time. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just you. So, happy Woman Crush Wednesday to my beautiful wife, my Ol’ Lady, and the woman who owns a part of my heart that nobody else could ever touch. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for putting up +)

you when everything feels easy, and I'd choose you when we have to work a little harder to find our way through. I'd choose you when we're laughing until we can't breathe, and I'd choose you when all we need is to sit together and remind each other that we're not alone. I'd +)

knowing everything I know now, I'd still choose you. I'd choose your smile. Your laugh. Your stubbornness. Your heart. Your fire. I'd choose the good days and the difficult ones. The quiet moments and the chaotic ones. Every little piece of the life we share. I'd choose +)

inconvenient. You're my wife, and I am proud as hell to call you that. I'm proud of the woman you are. Proud of the life we're building together. Proud that, out of all the people in this world, we found each other. And if I had to go back and do it all over again, +)

anyway. The woman whose hand I want to hold when things get difficult, whose smile I want to see when things go right, and whose voice I want to hear when I get home. It's about loyalty, trust, partnership, and a love that doesn't disappear the moment things become +)

That's what you are to me, Gin. My future. My favourite person. My forever. And I hope you know that when I call you my Ol’ Lady, it's about more than a title. It's about the woman who stands beside me. The woman who knows the life I live and chooses to share hers with me +)

accuse me of falling asleep halfway through, and I'll deny it even though I've been snoring for twenty minutes. Some things never change, baby. And I wouldn't want them to. Because growing old with you sounds a hell of a lot better than doing anything else without you. +)

person I want sitting beside me years from now when our knees hurt, the weather's cold, and we're arguing over what to watch on television. And, knowing us, we'll probably still be arguing about something completely ridiculous. I'll pretend I don't care what we watch, you'll +)

the woman I married. You're the woman I want to keep discovering. The one I want to make new memories with, laugh with, grow with, and annoy for the rest of my natural life. You're the person I want beside me when we're young enough to ride until the sun comes up, and the +)

come back to and simply be myself with. I don't have to be Opie Winston, the biker, the guy from SAMCRO, or the man everybody expects to have his shit together. I can just be your husband. Your Opie. And, sweetheart, that's a pretty damn good feeling. You are more than +)