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In case you haven't noticed this is slightly AU. I'm not following a certain timeline, or going directly by the show. I'm just writin.

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Chapter 4 Baby Mama Drama

Happy's POV

This was Kozik's fault. He'd been the one to talk me into having those damn shots of Jack before I left that night. I knew I didn't need anymore alcohol before going over to Pam's place. But that blonde douche insisted on it. A few shots is what made me do it. I was sticking to that story. I didn't fuck Pamela because I had some hard on for her. Nope. It was the liquor.

Hell. I didn't even like her that much. She was a pain my ass and got on my nerves. All she did was bitch at me when she saw me. When would I be back? Was I coming there? Why couldn't she do this… why couldn't she do that? Blah fuckin blah. I had to be nice to her on a certain level, even had to care about her in some odd way, but no, I didn't really like her that much. Not at all. She wasn't what I wanted in a woman.

I'd been attracted to her when I saw her at the clubhouse that night. She was my type in the physical sense. Blonde hair, green eyes, tits, and on the skinny side. She wasn't one of the ones that latched on and laughed in my ear all night either. She was just there and smiling as she served drinks from behind the bar. Pam was smart too, she knew hanging out at the clubhouse was a good idea for her. She had the looks, and the demeanor that would make someone a good Old Lady.

But she'd never be an Old Lady. No one else in the place would lay a hand on her now. I'd never told them not to, but they didn't. I wasn't going to come right out and say 'Hey its fine by me if you wanna fuck my baby mama'. I didn't want her getting involved with some dickhead that would think he was moving in on my territory. That territory being Hailee. She didn't need a step dad, or another male figure in her life. She had me now. I might not have been around as much as other dads were, but I was around when I could be. Every chance I had to go down to Charming from Tacoma I made the long ass trip.

Then I put up with shackin' up with Pam while I was there so I could have the extra time with Hailee. If I stayed at the clubhouse that meant late nights of partying, sleeping in late, and only getting a few hours in the afternoon with her. So I chose to party until a certain time, then go to the house I paid for but didn't live in. That was a crock. I could still remember the mocking I got when Tig asked if I was hitting Pam while I was there. The look I gave him was enough to shut him up but I knew they were all wondering it. Nope. Wasn't fuckin Pamela until the other night.

Had I thought about it before? A few times like when she'd come in dressed in her sleep shorts and a wife beater. I was still a man, and she was still my type in the physical sense. I'd obviously been into her before, and the attraction didn't just go away because I happened to hate her at times. You could loathe someone and still get the urge to fuck them. I kept that all to myself, I didn't even give her a hint of my thoughts even when I'd catch her peeking at me in the bathroom mirror after my shower. It was still there for her too.

My phone lit up from its spot on the bar in front of me. One new message. Only one person ever messaged me. I wasn't a phone person and everyone knew that. I fought the urge to just hit delete, and opened it instead. Hailee's birthday party is Saturday at 2. R u coming?

If you'd told me 5 years ago I'd be invited to a kid's birthday party, I would have died from laughing. I didn't like kids. I thought they were snot faced little brats that deserved to be locked up until they were at least 19. I never planned on having any of my own. I made it through 42 years before I slipped up. One night of forgoing a rubber got me 18 years of child support and parental duty. I made it a point to have at least 4 in my pocket from then on out. That shit wasn't happening again.

As much as I had wanted Pamela to get rid of the kid when she hunted me down in the clubhouse to tell me she was pregnant, I had to respect her when she didn't do it. I had known already she wouldn't even after I threw the money at her to do it with. I didn't know her too well back then, but I could tell she was going to keep it. Was I happy she didn't do it? The answer was yes. I hadn't known I was capable of loving someone besides my mom like this. Hadn't known this could be an okay thing to happen.

I had to respect Pamela for other reasons too. She turned me away at the hospital when I went to check on the kid. Told me to go away. Well that had been fine with me. I hadn't wanted the kid, she did so why should I have to help her? She'd thought the same thing and made it on her own for a while before she couldn't do it anymore. 8 months of raising the baby alone on nothing but welfare and a few bucks from the diner. Did I feel guilty for letting it get that bad? Maybe. But it was her choice. I hadn't wanted a kid.

I glanced down at the phone again, debating on whether or not to reply to her. I chose not to reply and shoved the phone into my pocket. Dick move probably. But I wasn't nice. She knew I probably wouldn't reply even before she sent it. Pam was a lot of things but stupid wasn't one of them. The girl had street smarts. That was how she had survived for so long without me around. She knew how to get what she needed when it got tough. I'd heard rumors from the guys that she'd been stripping down at the Jellybean, did private sessions for $50, they said. I had a feeling those sessions were the type she gave us for free.

I motioned for the Prospect to bring me over another Miller and glanced up at the flat screen hanging up behind the bar. Some bullshit football game was on that had everyone else's attention. Weren't my thing. I could probably tell Lorca I was leaving for a few days and go to Charming if I wanted to. But I didn't want to. I needed to decide exactly how this was going to go before I went back. I didn't know what she was expecting from me. I left her hanging dry for a reason. I knew it'd hurt her and piss her off at the same time. Then she'd hate me some more and make this all easier.

I hated her too at times. She'd trapped me. I still wondered if that had been her plan to being someone's Old Lady. Get knocked up on accident and then she had her meal ticket. I was the sucker that had to find out only I didn't want an Old Lady. I didn't need some bitch chasing after me. I wasn't a one woman type of man. I didn't want some happy family scenario. I was fine with just Hailee being my family along with my ma. I guess I could include Pam into that mix. I'd care if she killed off or something at least.

She'd been good in bed. That first time I grabbed her for a night she'd been nervous I could tell, I saw the fear in her eyes of being alone with me. She'd loosened up after a few rounds, and I was hooked on her pussy. She became my favorite 'eater when I was in Charming. She wasn't over theatrical like some of them were in bed. She was just… Pamela. She didn't try to cling afterwards, didn't try to talk to me. She'd get dressed and leave me alone. A month ago had been the first time I ever touched her after fucking her. That had been a mistake. I was blaming the liquor for that one too.

I dragged on my beer, leaning back in my bar stool. No one was talking to me, and I wasn't talking to them. It was time for me to go to bed. I had a job to do in the morning that would require special attention along with my 'tools'. I tossed the now empty bottle into the trashcan and went to my shitty dorm room. I fucking hated living here. I wanted like hell to get my own place again. Somewhere I could be alone. I was technically alone in my room, but not alone enough. I could still hear the music and doors slamming at all hours. But I lived in this shit hole to be able to take care of everyone else. Hailee, Ma, and that bitch.

She'd been so damn persistent that night about wanting to go out and get laid. Was she really that fuckin hard up for a good time? I didn't do overnight kid watching. Hell no. Hailee was sick too often for me to do that. Sure I'd take her places on my own, but not overnight. I couldn't believe she'd even asked me. That just showed me how desperate she was. Fuckin Pamela. She had on her slut outfit and everything. I was buzzed pretty damn good. When she'd told me she hadn't sex in months it had me curious. This woman used to get pounded on a nightly basis and now she was begging me to let her go out and find someone to do it.

Why let her go out when I was already there? I hadn't grabbed an 'eater before I left the clubhouse. I knew Pamela would be good, she'd go along with it if I tried anything. I could see it in her eyes she would. She was horny and desperate. So I made the move and had her screaming my name within minutes. I tried to be nice about it, gentle with her. She was my kid's mom for fucks sake. I couldn't treat like shit or a quick fuck from a slut. It wasn't enough for me, the being easy with her. I knew what she could handle from me, I knew what would push her over the edge. So I quit holding back and gave her what she'd been wanting for a while. A good hard fuck. If I did it, then I didn't have to worry about her getting all attached and shit to some bastard I'd have to get rid of like the last one.

Now I knew my good idea, wasn't a good idea. It was a shitty idea. You didn't have sex with the baby mama on a casual basis. She'd expect things from me now. Things I didn't want to give to her. Promises and picnics. I didn't do that shit. Hell, I hadn't even made the move to Charming from Tacoma just to make sure there was enough space between us. I only stayed there at her place for Hailee. And honestly it was the closest thing to a home I had anymore. Ma had given up the house and moved in with Tia Dolores so I didn't have that anymore.

Hailee was a cute kid. I couldn't deny her even without the damn DNA test we had done. She looked like me not Pam. Acted like me too. Pam did good with her, I had to admit that. She took good care of her. Even when she was flat ass broke she kept her in decent clothes and clean. I'd wondered a few times how they were doing, but I wasn't going to hunt them down. Nope, she'd find me if she wanted me around. She'd waited until she couldn't wait any longer. She was days away from losing power, and the kid was out of diapers when I got that letter in the mail. How in hell had she got the address to the clubhouse? I'd wondered that too, but I found out.

Jax told me Wendy gave it to her. She nosed around until she got it out of Gemma, and then passed it on. Sneaky bitches. He'd also told me he knew Wendy had helped her out a few times. She'd bought diapers and formula with her own money and took over to Pamela. That had pissed me off. Taking fuckin charity and pity instead of letting me in when I wanted in that day at the hospital. Waitin until shit was so bad she couldn't see a way out. But I didn't give her the money at first. Nope, I had to check things out before I did that.

I had to see Hailee first, I just had to. I needed to make sure she really was taking care of her and not after money for a fix. Hailee had been chubby and smiling when Pamela passed her over to me. I'd never held a kid in my entire life until that moment. I knew I loved that little girl the second she smiled at me. Someone so little had broke through the wall I had up. I was all in after just minutes of meeting her for the first time. I'd thrown the envelope down for Pamela, making my decision on the spot. I'd help her. I'd do whatever I could to make sure Hailee was taken care of even if that meant dealing with a woman I didn't like.

I didn't like Pamela because she had the ability to break through to me if she wanted to. If she ever made an effort, I'd crack. I didn't like the way she'd stayed so strong. Women weren't supposed to be like her. Not by club standards. I normally would have backhanded a woman that dared to snap at me the way she did. I did my share of snapping too, bitch had a mouth on her. Plus, she drove me crazy with how she did things at her house. I couldn't stand it being messy even if it wasn't really mine. Keep it clean, keep it tidy, and we'd have no problem.

I rolled onto my side hitting the lamp off. I needed to sleep this away. Tomorrow I could take my frustration out on someone I didn't have to look in face.

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Pamela's POV

I hated it when Happy did this shit. Ignore me for days at a time just to be a dickhead. I had a birthday party to pay for in two days and would have loved for him to have made it for once in his miserable existence. But no, Happy never made it to Hailee's birthday parties. He usually showed up a week after with a present of some sort, and took her to see his mom. No party for Happy, no planning for Happy, no worries for Happy. The asshole.

It'd been a month since I heard anything out of him. A month since he left me laying in bed alone after sleeping with me. I didn't expect a complete turn around or something crazy but seriously… ignoring me? Was he 4 or 45? I glared at my reflection in the rearview mirror of my beater. I wished now I'd put on fresh make up, better clothes, done something for my appearance. I hadn't planned on Wendy calling me to tell me Jax had money for me from Happy. Bastard couldn't even send his own child support to me.

He'd only done this one other time. He'd been in jail and obviously couldn't make it to Charming himself so he'd gotten the club to pay me until he was out. That was when I realized exactly where the money was coming from that was feeding my daughter. I was using 'dirty' money to take care of us. I'd felt guilty at first, what if karma came back to bite me in the ass for using money I knew Happy got illegally? Was this his payday for a kill? For a run? Or was this just for working with the construction crew Tacoma ran as a cover up? I learned not to let it bother me after a while, I knew what he was when I met him.

I'd known what they all were. They weren't nice guys. None of them were Prince Charming. None of them were innocent creatures. They were dangerous, lethal, and conniving. Happy was called 'Killer' for a reason. Those smiley faces on his torso weren't just because he had a thing for them. They represented something. When Hailee was ten months old it'd really started to sink in, it was hitting me loud and clear about who I'd gotten myself involved with for the next 18years of my life.

I was in a crabby mood. I'd worked a double shift the day before and had to go in again so my mom had just kept Hailee overnight. I heard the roar of the Harley outside and groaned out loud. I so didn't want to deal with him today. He'd been back twice since seeing her for the first time, and this was marking his third trip. I made it to the door just as he banged on it. "I'm right here." I snapped opening it up.

Happy's eyes were telling me he didn't like my greeting. He pushed past me into the house. We'd only been living in it a month now, and I had to say he'd done a good job at picking the place out. "Where's she at?"

"Not here." I rolled my green eyes at him going back to the bathroom to finish my hair. Let him figure it out on his own.

"I came by yesterday too." It was more like an accusation than a statement when he said it. He'd followed me into the bathroom and was leaning in the doorway watching me.

I looked back at him in the mirror while I pulled my blonde hair up into a ponytail. "Yeah so?" I was angry with him on top my crabby mood. I'd tried getting in touch with him a few times since his last visit. Hailee had went back in the hospital overnight after a bad attack, and then I'd gotten angry over the fact that it was his money I was using to pay my bills with. I still hated that I had to have him as much as I didn't want to have him.

"So I suggest you go get my fuckin daughter and bring her home. I told you Pamela, when I'm here, I'm here with her. I couldn't even get in fuckin touch with you last night."

"So? I'm not your Old Lady. You don't need to know where I'm at, or what I'm doing." I snapped starting to whirl around to face him when he grabbed me.

I stiffened as he pushed me into the counter, towering over me. He leaned down just two inches from my face. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again. You hear me Pam?" I could feel the anger coming off of him in waves. "I don't play games girl. You tell me where she is and I'll go get her myself. I'm warning you now, you ever ignore me again when I'm trying to see my kid and this won't end too good for you."

His threat hung heavily in the air around us. "She's at my mom's. I had to work last night at the diner, and then…. My other job. It was late so I left her there." I whispered trying to pull my arms out of his strong hold.

"See? Was that so hard to tell me? Go get her. I want to see her."

"I can't. I have to go to work." I started when his eyes went to narrowed slits.

"But I don't." He snapped at me in his diesel voice. "And if your other job is where I think its at, you ain't workin there anymore."

Now I was starting to angry again instead of just plain scared of him. "That's not your business. You've made it clear, there's nothing with us. I can do what I want. Now let go of me Happy."

Happy didn't let go. He smirked at me instead, tightening his grip. "It is my business. She ain't havin a stripper whore for a mother."

"Why not? She already has a murdering ex felon for a father!" I retorted hotly. How dare he…. I was single, unattached, if I wanted to take my clothes off for cash that was my business. Not his.

"This murdering ex felon father is about to show you a taste of what he does for a living if you don't agree to go pick her up. You can go to work, just bring me Hailee."

I didn't want to agree to it. He wasn't someone I'd normally leave any child with. "You can't take care of her for 8 hours."

"Says who?" He let go of me with a push against the counter. "I told you, my way or no way."

I didn't like this. I didn't like this one bit. I didn't like the idea of leaving Happy alone in my home to baby sit my infant daughter. He'd never been around babies before. How in the hell was I supposed to be okay with this? I'd never hated him more than when I came back with the baby and he practically grabbed the carrier from me. "Do you know how to make a bottle? Change diapers?"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Happy glanced at me already unbuckling her. "A pole to work or some shit?"

"Fuck you. You better not let anything happen to her.. I swear.." I was glaring back at him, watching uneasily as he got down on the floor to play with her.

"Or what? Whatcha gonna do Pam-Spray? You gonna stomp that foot and bitch at me?"

I'd had it with him. We'd been co-parenting for two months and it'd been a disaster. I noticed then that his saddlebag was sitting by the door. Oh no…. "Are you planning on staying or something?"

Happy shrugged shaking a toy at Hailee while she giggled at him. Her little fingers touched his ink curiously. "Maybe. Its my house right? Maybe if I stay I can see her when I'm here instead of hunting her down."

And that was how Happy staying at my house started. To be a pain in my ass.

I pushed the memory to the side of my mind when I pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse. It was only 7 but there was already a party going on just like I thought there'd be. I really wished I'd done went home and changed now. My old battered jeans and tank top seemed dowdy and frumpy. I walked in through the double doors hoping I could find Jax and get out of here. I didn't need to be in this place any longer than I had to.

"Hey lady." A deep but familiar voice greeted from my right. Opie Winston was standing at one of the pool tables with a stick in one hand, beer in the other.

"Hey Ope." I couldn't help but smile at him. We'd went to high school together until him and Jax had both dropped out. We weren't friends exactly, but we'd all known who each other was.

"What's got you slumming it with us tonight?" He grinned back taking a drag of his beer. "Don't see you around here too much."

I walked closer, shoving my hands in my pockets. "Jax is supposed to have something for me, from Happy." I rolled my eyes at that. "You know, God forbid he speaks to me anymore than he has to."

Opie smirked but nodded his head. He knew how Happy was. "I hear that. Sounds like Donna and our kids."

"Oh is she here?" I glanced around the clubhouse. Donna hadn't ever been big on the club, I'd be surprised if she were here.

"Nope. Gone to her parents for a while. Been gone a couple months." Opie didn't sound like it bothered him too much. "Took the kids with her. Couldn't handle it anymore."

"Not every woman is like me, they can't tough it out." I joked with a wink feeling gutsy all of a sudden. "That's why crow eaters make good Old Ladies."

Opie's eyes were studying me now, curiously. "Maybe they do. Hey you want a beer?"

I paused before answering him. I really needed to get home, get Hailee and go shopping for princess themed party supplies. But one beer wouldn't hurt, would it? "Sure." I smiled up at him.

One beer turned into three. Three beers turned into shots with Kozik while we played a drinking game that involved both us forgetting the rules and laughing so much we'd fallen off of our stools. I'd forgotten how much fun I could have here. How good it felt to be with people that knew me, the real me. I was loving the hugs, the winks, and the comments I was receiving from the few that dared it. The night was winding down when Opie came back over to where he'd left me falling over onto Kozik while we laughed about the time he'd passed out on top of me mid sex from having a little too much of a fix right before.

"Pam? You good?" Opie asked pulling me back up straight again.

I looked up at him. Opie was a big guy. He was a good guy. He was good looking. And he was a single guy now. "I will be soon."

Kozik cracked up elbowing Opie. "I think that's a hint bro." He stood up downing the rest of our bottle. "I'll catch up with you later Pamcakes."

I didn't even give Kozik a backwards glance. I was too busy gawking up at Opie now. "Hey Ope… you think you can take me home?"

"Maybe. Maybe you should stay here though." Opie was closer now, so close I could smell the joint he must have been smoking when he'd disappeared.

"I can't stay here. No one's invited me." I gave him a pretend pout, moving a hand to rest on the front of his cut.

He leaned down saying huskily into my ear "That was your invitation."

I'd never had sex with Opie before now. He'd never been interested before and I knew not to even approach him if I'd thought about it. He'd been so into Donna there was no chance of a crow eater penetrating the bubble. But Donna was gone now, and Opie was laying beside me on his back panting from the act we'd just committed.

"I didn't.. step on any toes did I?" He asked as if the thought had just occurred to him exactly who I was.

"No. Happy doesn't want me like this. We don't even hug each other Ope." I sighed not wanting to remember him right now. Fuckin prick. "You're good. Well, in more than one way."

Opie grinned at me rolling onto his side. "Maybe we can comfort each other over our…. Lack of cooperation from our kids other parents."

"Maybe we can." I stared at him, sobering up a little bit. "Maybe I should go home now."

"Nah. Stay."

So I stayed. And I knew I'd regret this as soon as I sobered up enough.