Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story that you may have seen on television on the show. I do however own Ashlee and Aubree and any other OC that you may find in this story. I have so many stories that I am writing right now. I get easily distracted and start another story. I am still working on the other stories that I have going, I promise. I hope you guys like this story. A lot of my stories surround Happy, Jax, Juice, Opie, and Tig. Enjoy and reviews are always welcome.

He walked through the school doors not really wanting to be there. He couldn't believe he had been called in for this. He was confused as to why his child's mother couldn't handle this on her own. He hadn't stepped foot in a school since the day he had dropped out of high school. She was waiting for him in the hallway. His child was only two years old, how much trouble could the kid be? He checked her over as he walked up to her. He had a black zip up hoodie on over his Kutte. She rolled her eyes. Their two year old was playing with the other kids.

"Daddy," the child yelled spotting him.

"Hey princess," he caught her as she jumped on him.

"Can we go bye-bye?"

"Not right now baby. Daddy has to talk to your teacher and then get back to work."

The little girl scowled. He put her down to follow her mother to another classroom to talk with a teacher and a principal.

"I've brought you both here today because there have been some concerning behaviors lately with Aubree," the teacher started.

He was on high alert already. He racked his brain quickly to see what could have possibly happened that had the teachers concerned for his child.

"She has recently started swearing when she's upset," the teacher continued.

His ex-girlfriend shot him a look. He tried to hide his smirk.

"I'm not trying to dive into personal business here but is there anything changing at home or anything. We have noticed a lot more outbursts in the last few months and she has been a lot more sensitive about things," the woman asked.

"Her dad and I haven't been getting along much lately. He's been away a lot," Ashlee confessed.

He rolled his eyes. The teacher just nodded, glancing at him. He really didn't want to be here right now. His kid was fine. They were grasping at straws right now. He was convinced of it. He didn't have the issues with his daughter they were talking about. Sure she cussed but so did he. He refused to be a hypocrite with his kid. His daughter was his world. He had been excited but scared when Ashlee told him she was pregnant but the moment the doctor placed Aubree in his arms, he would kill for that kid. The rest of the guys loved her as well.

Recently he and Ashlee had split. She had grown tired of the other girls and always feeling like she came second to the club. He hated that she had left him but he wasn't going to stop seeing his child and he was trying to do right by Ashlee. He knew he was rougher than most and they did fight a lot. He didn't think the kid saw or heard any of it. They tried to harbor their fights until after Aubree was in bed.

"So what's this about?" he asked, gruffly.

"We want to get to the bottom of the behavior and try to find some common ground to get her back on track," the principal said.

He nodded.

"What needs to be done?" he asked.

"Well we would like for us all to show the same consistency and boundaries to help curb the language and help her find ways to deal with whatever she is angry about. She is unable to verbalize right now why she is mad and how this is all affecting her. We are trying to help her through that and want it brought to your attention," the woman said to him.

He sat there for another fifteen minutes while they discussed ways to help his daughter cope with what was going on in her life. Then he and Ashlee went to get their child. He had to go back to the clubhouse for a few things. Ashlee was taking Aubree home. He watched his daughter run to her mother and wrap herself around her leg. He sighed.

"Give me a kiss, I gotta go," he said.

"You come home tonight?" she asked, innocently.

"No baby, not tonight," her mother said, softly.

Aubree buried her face in her mother's leg and refused to look at him. Ashlee's response to their daughter pissed him off and he stood up. He walked out of the room.

"Daddy," his two year old sobbed.

He stopped in his tracks. She launched herself into his arms and sobbed against his hoodie. He hated hearing his kid cry for him, knowing that Ashlee wasn't going to let him come home. He knew it was his own fault. He had to give up the women on runs and at the clubhouse but he couldn't do it. He looked at Ashlee.

"How bout I take her with me and bring her home later?" he asked.

"It's party night," she told him.

"I'll bring her home before that starts,"

He was trying to be cautious and watch his mouth. She looked at her sobbing two year old and nodded her head.

"I guess that's all right," she said.

"Bree," he said.

The little girl picked her head up off his shoulder.

"You want to go to the garage with daddy for a little while?" he asked.

She nodded her head. He shifted her in his arms. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder but put her head back down on it as well. He carried her outside to the bike. He put her in front of him so she was between his thighs. He put her sunglasses and little helmet on her before pulling out of the parking lot. He pulled up to Teller-Morrow not long after that. He backed his bike into his spot before lifting his daughter from the bike. She stood next to it while he got off before he helped her off with the helmet. She kept her sunglasses on. He took her by the hand and walked toward the garage.

"How'd it go?" Tig asked.

"Guess I'm a bad dad," he sighed.

"They don't call you Killah for nothing,"

He shrugged.

"Hey princess," Tig knelt in front of her.

"Hi Tiggy," she smiled.

"Hey asshole," someone yelled from the other side of the garage.

"Watch your mouth," Happy growled looking down at his kid.

"What's up with that?" Tig asked.

"Short stuff here has been swearing at daycare."

"Don't know why she's in daycare in the first place," Gemma said from the office doorway.

"Auntie," Aubree ran over to her.

Gemma picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Her mother wants her with other kids," Happy shrugged.

"How is that little tart anyway," Gemma asked.

"Gemma,"

"Relax sweetheart, I like Ashlee. Even if she did rip your heart out."

He made a face.

"This is the shit her teacher was talking about. Aubree gets upset over us all talking like this and then acts out at school," he said.

"Well maybe that's because she wants to be with family," Gemma said.

"I'm not going against her mother. She wants her in the daycare and she's doing really well there."

"All right,"

Gemma put the two year old down and watched her run back over to her dad. She turned and went into the office. Happy sighed heavily. So many things had changed in the last few months with him and Ashlee. It was whirlwind and he wasn't sure how to stop it. He felt bad for his daughter who was caught in the middle of it all. She wanted her daddy and mommy at home. Happy just couldn't help the fighting with her mother. He knew that his daughter needed to come first and he tried but he couldn't put who he was aside for all that. He had to do his job for the club.

"You ok?" Tig asked.

He shrugged. He was dreading taking her home to her mother. He knew it was going to cause a fight especially if Ashlee knew how Gemma felt about Aubree being in daycare. He didn't like it himself but he knew that his daughter liked her teachers and the other kids. He sighed.