Dasha walked into the Charming house she used to share with her father and looked around. Nothing had changed, it was still furnished the exact same way, the only new addition were wedding photos and drawings three year old Xavier gifted the couple. "Dad!"
"Yeah?" Kozik walked down the hallway, a towel wrapped around his waist as he rubbed his eyes. "What are you here for?"
"I am here to get the furniture from my old bedroom and from Malia's. She said I could have hers. I have rooms to furnish in my home.You don't mind right? I figured since I paid for my furniture and everything I can take it. I have the truck and the manpower here now." She pulled open the front door and the two newest Sons of Anarchy prospects walked inside. "So do you mind, or do you not mind?"
"No, no go ahead." He smirked. "It'll give me another reason to tell Delilah why her grown ass son and his pregnant girlfriend can't move in." He tightened his towel and sat down on the leather sofa.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "She's already trying to walk over your ass dad? I think you should have stuck to easy lays and left the marriage thing to Malia and Esai. They excel at it. They're like the perfect fucking couple." She laughed and played with her bracelet. "I went to the doctor and I am pre diabetic, however that's not the shit that's causing it. I found out that I'm pregnant, I haven't told Happy yet. I want to tell him in a cute way."
"Aww, my baby is having a baby." The spiky haired man smiled. "It's not all that it's cut out to be is it? I think pregnancy is going to kick your ass, badly Dasha."
"Tell me about it." She shrugged and smiled. "I am not looking forward to what my tattoos are going to look like when I'm at my biggest." She tapped on the dagger and snake on her belly and frowned. "I am looking forward to a little tan grimacing baby."
"I hope you get stuck with a girl." He rubbed his eyes and watched with annoyance as his wife came rushing in the room in a panic. "Relax, Dasha is taking her shit to furnish her guest room of her home because it's her stuff."
"Oh." Delilah's face dropped as she looked at her husband appraisingly. She wasn't sure whether he was behind the sudden actions of Dasha, or if the young woman had come here on her own volition to pick up the furniture.
"I'm taking Malia's too, she said I could have it all." Dasha smiled at the blonde woman before her. "I have two rooms and then the nursery to furnish and I don't want to spend money if I don't have to spend it. I mean I'll dole out the cash for the nursery but not the other two rooms."
"I was just hoping it'd be here for when my son moves in." The blonde sat down on the sofa next to her husband.
"Ew." The tattooed brunette wrinkled her nose like she smelled something funny. "I don't think that's such a smart idea, plus I don't want strangers living in my old home, in my old room. I want it to stay the way it is." She shrugged and bent over to wipe the smudge of dirt off her white Nikes.
"You have your own home." Delilah laughed at the absurd comments coming from her step daughter's mouth. "You have no real claim on a room you don't even live in."
"And? This was my first actual home, that I shared with my dad. If I want to stake claim on a room I spent a lot of time in, then I shall stake that claim. If you have problem with that, then I suggest we take it to the ring and handle it like real women." Dasha flipped her hair before crossing her arms over her chest.
"It's our home now." The blonde stood up and moved to stand toe to toe to the young brunette. "It's not up to you what we decide to do with those rooms not being used."
"It's not your home, it's his home." She pointed to her dad. "I don't think you're realizing what you're doing trying to move your son into his home. Have you ever seen my dad pissed off? Ever see him become filled with angst and anxiety? If you move your kid into this house, you're going to have one pissed off Herman. When Herman is pissed off his daughters are pissed off. Are you trying to have three pissed off Koziks on your hands?"
"Is that a threat Dasha?" Delilah backed away. "I don't think you can threaten me in my own home, young lady."
"I don't think you can threaten me in my own home, young lady." Dasha mimicked her voice and shot her a glare. "This shit is not going to go well for you Delilah. I'm moving back in. I'll stay here one day, one random day and I don't want anyone in my damn room."
"Are you going to let her do this Herman?" Delilah looked to her husband for backup only to realize he was entranced with whatever game he was playing on his phone. "Herman! Are you hearing her right now, she sounds like a goddamn brat!"
"Oh!" Dasha gasped. "Dad! She just called my a goddamn brat!"
"I honestly am not getting involved in this shit." Kozik looked at both women and decided it was best if he let them hash it out. "I don't want your kid in this house, I don't want my kid in this house. If any of them move in, then I will pack my shit and move back to the clubhouse. I like having my own shit, I like being able to walk around my home in a towel or naked. I don't want to deal with the bullshit that comes along with having a young adult around 24/7. I like it being us two but if you insist on moving your kid in anywhere, why don't you get the little punk an apartment up the road." He stood up and secured his towel. "I am not dealing with your stubborn ass and her hormonal ass. I rather get a tooth pulled, a perfectly good tooth."
"Dad!" Dasha laughed and hugged the man. "I love you."
"I love you too but you cannot move back in, shit gets bad with Happy, you kick his ass out and that's how it is." He kissed the top of her head and walked into his room, happy to be away from the bullshit argument.
"Let yourself out when you're finished." Delilah huffed and left the living room.
SOA
"Malia!" Dasha walked into her little sister's home and smiled as she took in the sleeping form of her nephew Xavier. "Malia!" Her voice dropped to a whisper as she watched her sister waddle over to her.
"What are you doing here?" Malia hugged her sister. "There's a war, did you bring a tail or what Dasha?"
"Calm down, I came to talk to you about mommy dearest and how our dad seems to have lost his fucking spine now that he's married." She pulled her blonde sister down to the sofa and crossed her legs. "Like Delilah is a fucking bitchy ass cunt bag."
"Woah, watch your mouth Dasha but tell me how you really feel about her." Malia scooted closer to her sister, loving the fact that she had come all the way to see her and talk to her. "Is mommy dearest a true terror?"
"She's trying to guilt dad into letting her son move into the house. You know how dad is, he doesn't like having people in his space if he can absolutely avoid it. He threw a party when I told him I was moving out Malia." She laughed. "Then she had the nerve to get mad when I was taking the furniture from the house, called me a brat. Herman had enough and stood up for himself but still. It was a fucking mess Malia. She's thinking she can walk all over him and get away with it."
"Dad really didn't need to get married." Malia wiped her face and rolled her eyes. "Why did we let him get married? Oh wait, they eloped and didn't even tell us."
"I know huh?" The brunette nervously twirled her hair and bounced her knee. "Anyways, I really came here to share some good news with you Malia, I'm finally pregnant and I need a cute way to break the news to Happy. Like a baby shoe, bib, or onesie."
"Definitely a onesie, a custom one, like a Harley Davidson one but instead it says like congrats, you're about to be a dad." Malia started to get excited as she continued to think about her older sister finally having a kid. "I can't believe this shit D! You're finally going to be a mom, my kids will have a little cousin to torment."
"You realize, it's gonna be Hap's child. I doubt he's going to let your kids torment his son or daughter. He'll flip out." She laughed and traced the tattoo on her wrist absentmindedly, hoping that the baby would be perfectly healthy. "I have to look into lowering my doses of my medication, don't want them to interfere with the baby. I don't want to give birth to a two headed freak of nature Malia. I want the baby to be healthy, all ten fingers and toes."
"Yeah, look into it." Malia took her sister's hand and placed it on her stomach. "Feel, she's kicking up a damn store. Her name is Shei, it's cute right? She'll probably be far from shy, but it's a unique name."
"I love it." Dasha smiled and marveled at her niece kicking at her hand. "She's going to either be an ass kicking ninja, or Esai finally has his little soccer player. Xavier still too into baseball to try to play soccer?"
"Yes! He's obsessed with it!" The gorgeous blonde smiled and looked over at her son. "It's cool with me, I just love the fact he has friends and endless play dates, that his friends actually come over and Esai just loves to be the doting hands on dad. It's fucking amazing."
Dasha nodded. "I hope Happy will be hands on, he was really cute with Xavier. I love seeing them interact. It's pretty fucking amazing to see them interact. Damn, it's pretty amazing to see him with any child."
"Yeah, big bad biker isn't so big and bad after all. Go figure." Malia laughed and stood up. "I'm about to order lunch, do you want anything special? You start getting your weird cravings yet? Or you still too early?"
"I don't even know how far along I am, I have that appointment tomorrow. I have to go home and let Happy know what's up so he can go with me."
"Yeah, let him know. I won't be mad if you cut out early Dasha." Malia lifted her phone to start ordering take out.
"Nah, I'll stay for lunch. Then I'll head out and get the onesie and shit to surprise Happy with." Dasha pulled her legs onto the sofa and settled in comfortably. "I do want Chinese food, I haven't had it in forever but I really want some. Make it happen Malia."
Happy walked into the home he shared with Dasha, kicking his boots off as he went. She had texted him, saying she needed him to come home right away. Without a second thought, he was on his bike and speeding towards her. "Dasha!"
"I'm in the bedroom!" Dasha yelled out. He hurried into the bedroom and saw her sitting on the bed, her legs crossed.
"What's wrong babe?" He was next to her instantly, looking her over for any sign of injury. "Talk to me Dasha."
"I have something for you." She smiled and handed him a black gift bag. "I know, I shouldn't have made you think I was hurt but I wanted you to have this before tomorrow. I have a doctor's appointment and you're going to need to be prepared for it…"
He rubbed his head and released a breath he had no idea he was even holding until that moment. All that reckless riding was for nothing. "What is it?" He reached in and pulled out a piece of cloth. "No hint?" He unfolded it and looked at it before looking at her. "A little small don't you think Dasha?" He laughed and looked at the emblem on the front and started to smile widely.
"So, you prepared?" She rubbed his head and pressed a kiss to his nose.
"Yeah, yeah." He kissed her back and clutched the onesie to his chest. "How far along are you? Is that why you've been all thrown off babe?"
"I don't know, we find out tomorrow and yeah I think that's why." Dasha smiled and continued to rub the back of his head. "It's happening Hap, you still want this babe?"
"Yeah, I'm ready for it, I want this. If I didn't, well you would have swallowed every pop shot." He laughed and settled back on the bed and pulled her back with him. His hand landing on her stomach and rubbed it gently. " I can't believe we're going to be parents D."
"Me either, let's not get ahead of ourselves though. I don't want to get too excited and you know. It goes bad or some shit babe." The brunette frowned, her mind on the baby she lost but had no idea she was even carrying. "I just hope the baby is in the right spot this time, that'll make the whole difference."
"My mind is on a positive note." Happy rubbed the little Buddha on the front of Dasha's shirt. "When did you even get that? You're far from religious."
"That's not true, I believe in shit. I just don't go blabbing about it, or shoving it down people's throats." She shrugged. "It's not really anyone's business about what I do or do not believe in. Plus I got this shirt in Little Tokyo."
"With all that Hello Kitty shit you just had to fucking have?" He pointed to the stuffed animals on their shelf. He had fought her so hard on having those in the room but as soon as she pulled out the one he had given her, he gave in and let her add two more to their room.
"Pretty much." She laughed and stood from the bed and grabbed the plush that he had given her, then brought it to her when she was in the hospital.. "This one is my favorite, nerdy Kitty. She is so cute, I fell in love with you even more when you actually got it for me."
"I knew I was in over my head when I got that shit." He grabbed the plush and looked at it. "What's so good about this little bitch anyways? It's a damn cat."
"It's not a cat, she's a girl who is dressed up as a cat." She dropped her head and ran the ends of her hair over his face. "It's a girl thing, you won't ever get it. Just know that if you have a daughter, you're going to be up to your eyeballs in shit like that."
"I don't care what we have, long as the kid is healthy. I do however know, that if we have a little girl. She's going to fix cars and play in dirt, she's not going to be that annoying girly girl type of girl like your sister. I want her to be like you, you aren't overly girly. I like that you can hang with the guys and not be grossed out but you can clean up and break fucking necks when we go out. You're the best of both worlds." Happy pulled her down on top of him and kissed her nose softly. "I love you."
"I love you too." She smiled and kissed his chin. "I cannot wait for tomorrow to see what's happening with the baby and my body. I am praying for everything to be good."
"Everything will be good." He kissed her temple and rubbed her lower back. "Just remain positive and good shit will happen. It's a Buddha thing babe."