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Chapter 7: You're the one for me, Fatty

"I'm dying, I really am, we need to stop, please." Nora was breathing so heavy she seriously thought that she was about to die. She had no idea how Grace had managed to persuade her to do this and judging by what Peter looked like, he was thinking the same.

"I'm with her," he panted. "Look! Ice cream." He pointed at a small ice cream shop.

"Come on, you wusses." Grace said and the bitch didn't sound tired at all. She was running on the spot. "It's not that far. We're almost there and I have ice cream and coffee at home. You'll feel so good about yourself."

Nora looked at Peter, sighed and nodded. "Fine. But if I die you better drag my ass back. I don't want to lie and rot on the side walk here."

"You won't die. You'll feel great and you'll be really, really horny." Grace had a big smile on her face and she really felt like hitting her right now. She loved the girl but she wanted to hit her smug, not sweaty enough, face.

And Nora knew she was lying, no way in hell would she want to have sex after this. She wanted to curl up in the bed and cry, that's what she wanted to do.

They kept jogging and Nora was starting to consider if maybe Zeke could carry her back when a black Van drove up on the sidewalk, right in front of them. Grace and Peter both stopped and backed, looking slightly more relaxed when Happy jumped out of the passenger seat.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" he yelled at Grace.

"I'm jogging?!" Grace sounded startled more than anything and Nora was with her. They were sweating like pigs in sweat pants and jogging shoes. What did he think they were doing? "What, why?"

"Are you fucking insane? You can't fucking jog!" He looked insane.

Nora looked at Peter for directions on how to behave. She'd never seen Happy like this. He was usually the quiet, grumpy guy and him like this, furious, it freaked her the fuck out. Peter stared back.

"Some directions for the one not born in a club, please," she mumbled really low and fast between her teeth.

"Think big aggressive dog," he mumbled back.

Nora looked down in the ground and backed off slowly. She had no fucking idea what this was about, she didn't want to know and she knew for a fact that Happy wouldn't hurt Grace so she was going to try to stay invisible.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Grace had started yelling now as well and when Nora glanced up she noticed Reg standing by the van with some others from the club. All looking completely confused and slightly amused. "You didn't tell me about any threats, neither did Skip."

A low growl from Zeke seemed to calm Happy down, he knew that if Zeke growled he needed to back off.

"You're fucking pregnant, you can't run around."

Nora looked up. Grace was, what? Once again she looked at Reg but he seemed as surprised as her.

"Dad! You promised!"

"Well I didn't think you'd be a complete idiot and run around trying to shake the baby out."

"It's perfectly safe to jog."

"Hang on!" Peter stepped forward. "Did he just say you're pregnant?"

"Yes," Grace growled and looked at Happy.

Peter yelled and gave her a hug. "You're pregnant!"

Nora walked up as well and hugged both of them when Happy didn't take out the gun and pointed it at Peter. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was going to wait until after 12 weeks." She was still glaring at Happy. "You promised."

"Again," he pointed between her and the sidewalk. "Jogging."

"Again," she said and pointed at the same spots as he had. "Perfectly safe."

"She's right," Tig said and walked up to Grace. "It's safe to jog. Not sure how safe it is to keep secrets like that from your partner in crime." He hugged her tight. "Might have to take up your Old Man in the ring for keeping this from us."

"Take my dad instead." She turned to the rest of the guys and got hugs from all of them. "He's an ass."

Happy didn't answer and judging by the look on his face, Grace wasn't out of the woods yet. He pointed at the car. "Get in the van."

"No," Grace said and crossed her arms.

Nora couldn't believe her eyes. Grace seriously turned into a young, stubborn girl in front of her eyes. She was even pouting!

"Grace, do not fuck with me. Get inside the fucking van." He pointed at the door and when she didn't move. He screamed. "NOW!"

Nora was fully prepared to jump in the van when he yelled. Hell, everyone within an earshot instinctively steered towards the van before they realized he wasn't saying it to them. But not Grace. Defiantly she stared Happy right into his eyes, raised her eyebrows and snarled, still with a pout;

"No." Still sounding like a little girls and despite being seriously worried that she'd get shot by the big, bald, tattooed man still pointing at the van, Nora laughed.

Both Happy and Grace turned and looked at her. "I'm sorry. Just.. wow! You look..." She looked at Peter to get support and he was smiling to.

"She does," Peter agreed, knowing exactly what Nora meant.

"I'm sorry, again," this time she directed it at Happy. "I'm sure you'll kill me for this but... just... she acts like she's six. I've never seen her like this. Like a spoiled brat."

"I do not!" Grace yelled and when she stomped her foot in the ground, Tig laughed as well.

"Get in the van, Sunshine, he won't give in, you know that." He put his arms around her shoulders and pushed her towards the van. When he whispered something to her she relaxed and followed him.

Nora walked towards it as well and Reg greeted her with a kiss.

"That was intense," she mumbled and he nodded.

"I've heard of their fights. Never thought I'd see one," he whispered back. "Glad I have a boy."

-o0o-

Skip was standing outside the clubhouse with Opie when the van came back. Hap, Tig, Reg and Juice had been up to the warehouse to make sure everything was running smoothly. When he saw Grace jump out the back and half ran into the clubhouse, looking furious, he wondered what the fuck that was about.

He walked towards the Van when he was almost attacked by Hap. "You're seriously ok with her jogging?" Skip didn't even have time to answer and started to back off when Hap kept coming towards him. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Thankfully Opie, Jax and Tig stopped Hap before he made a serious move.

"Doctor said it was safe."

That didn't help, it seemed to just piss him off more. "It's not fucking safe. Jumping around like that."

Skip was more amazed than scared. He had never seen Hap like this and he'd seen Hap in some bad ways. Grace had probably gotten a whopping as well but judging from the other guys in the van, he was getting it worse. The other's were still holding Hap back and he really hoped they kept doing it.

"What am I missing?" Jax said and looked at Skip.

"She's pregnant," Tig answered.

"Really?" Opie said with a big smile, still holding on to Hap's arm. "Congratulations."

A car entered the lot and Ava stepped out of it. She smiled when she saw Hap and shook her head.

"Happy, really? You attack your daughter at the side of the road?"

"She was jogging."

"Is that safe?" Ava said and looked at Skip.

"According to the doctor, yes. Since she's been jogging for years it was safe and she could do it." Skip was glad that someone bothered to ask at least because they had made sure that it was ok before she picked up jogging again.

"There you go, honey. It's safe."

Hap was staring between them before he threw his hands up in the air to get rid of Opie and Jax. "Fine. I'm gonna go and buy her a fucking trampoline." Then he turned around and walked away.

"I think he might've killed ya there," Chibs said to Skip. "If he got the chance."

"Yeah." He looked at Ava. "What are you doing here?"

"Tig texted me." She smiled at Tig. "Hap attacked Grace at the side of the road, get to the clubhouse. I kind of figured it had to do with the jogging."

"Hap's calmer with you around and he was very, very pissed in the van." Tig turned and looked towards the clubhouse. "Did he go for Grace?"

"Yes. Leave them for a while," Ava said.

"Sure about that?" Skip said.

"I'm sure. They won't listen to you anyway." She put an arm around his waist, "I know from experience. Let's just get in there, when they stop yelling you give them five minutes."

-o0o-

Happy was beyond pissed. He was worried, according to Ava the first twelve weeks were the biggest risk he completely fucking snapped when he saw his stupid daughter jogging. Who the fuck did that?!

Once he managed to get the stubborn bitch into the car and told her he'd tell her husband about it and she told him he knew! It was Skip's fucking job to keep Grace and the baby safe and he let her jog around. He had promised to keep her safe and take care of her and that's how he did it?

He walked inside the clubhouse and towards the dorms. He knocked on Skip's door.

"Sugar! Open the door or I'll kick it in." It was quiet. "You know I will, I've done it before."

The door opened and she looked up at him with red eyes. Now that was a surprise and very unlike Grace. When he pissed her off she screamed, she didn't cry.

"Baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I made sure, you know. That it was safe and I didn't jog before I had made sure it was ok."

"Ok." He went up to her and hugged her.

"I'm scared too, about the baby. And you just made me feel like the most irresponsible fucking mom ever. Like I was trying to hurt it on purpose."

That made him feel like and asshole. A huge, properly fucked one. "I'm sorry. I know you're not and I didn't mean to make you feel like that."

She was crying now. "And I'm already freaking out about that. That I'm gonna drop it or just loose it and shake it or just generally be a lousy fucking mom."

"You're not and you won't." He kept hugging her, his baby girl. He wanted her to be careful but he didn't want her to feel like that.

"Well you didn't put that much trust in me about twenty minutes ago."

Happy sat down in the bed and pulled Grace with him into his lap. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had her like that but in that moment, she really felt like his little girl again. He stroke her back.

"You'll be a great mom and I know you're careful. I just panicked when I saw you jumping around."

"I wasn't jumping," she mumbled into his neck. "And for the record; if I wasn't pregnant and hormonal, I'd still be yelling at you."

"I know." He leaned back to look at her and dried her face. "And I'm sorry that I told everyone."

"Kind of grateful for that one. I hadn't figured out how to tell them." She shook her head to get rid of his hands and then she leaned towards him again. "Did you yell at Skip too?"

"Yes. More pissed at him thank you. He's supposed to take care of you."

"He does dad. Really does. And he's patient and kind so please don't do that to him. He doesn't deserve it at all."

He kissed her forehead. "I know. I got a bit pissed. I'm really worried. More worried than I was when mom was having Lemmy."

"Going soft in your old age?"

"Shut up!" he laughed. He couldn't explain why. This was his baby girl and grandkid. It wasn't just the kid he was freaking about it was her too. If something happened to that baby she'd be heartbroken and he couldn't deal with that. He had never been able to deal with her when she was upset. "I love you, Sugar."

"Love you too." She put her her feet on his thigh and held her legs and he was hugging all of her. "I can't remember the last time I sat in you lap."

"Me neither. It's nice."

"I'm sure people would have a problem with a man having his twenty-three year old daughter in his lap."

"They can go fuck themselves."

He really didn't give a shit. The last couple of years, actually since she was like seventeen, people sometimes stared at them when they were together, hugging and stuff. They probably though he was her boyfriend. He didn't give a shit at all, it was his daughter and he would never keep away from her so people didn't get the wrong idea. She'd commented on it a couple of times but she didn't seem to care either and he was glad about that.

When Skip came in he halted, stared at them before laughing. "I'm guessing you two are ok."

"Yeah." Happy put Grace next to him and got up. He gave Skip a hug. "I'm sorry."

"Ok." He looked at Grace. "Take a shower and come back outside. They others want to have a word."

Fifteen minutes later, Grace came out to the bar. She looked at the others, put her hand in her front jeans pockets and smiled. "So. I'm pregnant. In case you've missed that detail."

-o0o-

Skip was working on a car when his phone rang. He rolled out, quickly dried his hands and picked up the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Skip, I'm bleeding!" It was Grace and he fucking panicked.

"What?"

"I'm bleeding,"she was crying and he was already on his way to the bike. "I called Tara and she said I had to get to the hospital immediately."

"Where are you, baby?"

"I'm in the car. It's not much but..." she sobbed. "She said I still had to get in immediately."

"What hospital?"

"I'm in Charming. I was gonna study at home today."

"Baby, drive carefully, when you get there you don't wait for me, I'll find you."

"Ok." She was quiet for a few moments. "Skip, I'm scared."

"I know, Beautiful, but I'm sure it's nothing. Take it easy and make sure Tara is with you."

"Ok. I love you."

"I love you too. I have to hang up now. I'm on my way." When he put on his helmet I saw Hap on his bike. He must've heard what it was about. "Did you call Ava?" he asked.

"Yeah. She's on her way."

They didn't bother to say anything else and took off. His mind was running wild and he prayed for pretty much the first time in his life. He felt like throwing up and didn't know what the hell he'd do if they lost the baby. He couldn't even admit to himself that it was a possibility.

He and Hap stopped outside the hospital and they both half ran inside.

"Grace Owen!" he said to the woman in the ER reception.

"And you are?" she said casually while hardly looking up from the papers she was fiddling with.

"Her husband. Where is she?"

She started to tap on the key board, looked at her nails, tapped a little. Finally Hap'd had enough.

"Bitch! His wife is my daughter so I suggest you tap that fucking thing a little faster."

She did then she looked up at Skip. "Room 204."

When he came into the room, Grace was alone and she cried. He couldn't fucking believe that they'd left her alone. He turned to Hap. "Find Tara."

"Yeah."

He walked up to Grace and sat down next to the gurney. "Beautiful, it'll be fine." He put his hand on her stomach.

"I'm not bleeding much," she sniveled. "Just a little."

"I'm sure there's nothing to be worried about. They'll check and we'll be on our way home soon." She looked at him and she had panic in her eyes. He could see all the 'what if's' flying around. "Don't go there, baby." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss.

Tara came inside with Hap behind her. She gave Grace a hug. "Ok, honey. I'm gonna do a quick check." She turned to Hap and Ava. "It's better if you wait outside for this. I'll keep you updated." She turned to Grace once they were gone. "Is it seventeen weeks now?"

Grace nodded. She took off her pants and Tara helped her put up her legs.

She looked at the pad Grace'd had in her panties and put it to the side and then Skip stopped looking, he looked at Grace's face instead. A few minutes later Tara stood up. "It looks good, Grace. We'll do an ultrasound as well. Do you want your parents here?"

"No," Grace shook her head. "Just Skip." She squeezed his hand when she said it. Tara nodded and walked outside. "I don't want them here in case..."

"I know, honey. But it's gonna be fine, you'll see." He pulled up her t-shirt and ran his hand over the small bump that was forming. It fit perfectly in his hand.

Tara came back pulling some machine after her. She put gel on Grace's stomach and then turned everything on.

"Let's see," she mumbled and moved some stick over Grace's belly. After a few nerve wrecking minutes he finally saw her smile. "Let me introduce you two to your little kid."

"Is it ok?" Grace said.

"Heart is beating, I don't see anything strange at all." She pointed at the screen. "There's the heart." She moved her hand over the screen, "Head, legs and I think the little rascal is sucking on it's thumb."

And Skip saw it. His baby and it was so fucking perfect already. Even if the damn thing gave his mom a scare. He looked at Grace and saw her tears.

"Why did she bleed?" he asked but kept looking at the screen.

"It wasn't much and from what I could see there were no infections, everything is ok. It just happens sometimes. But you need to come in if it happens again." When he looked up she was still looking at the screen. "I also want to do some extra checks over the next couple of weeks but that's mostly because it's you. Everything looks perfect."

"It's ok." Grace finally laughed. "It's Dumbo."

"No traumatizing kid. We agreed."

"I'm just gonna call it that in the stomach."

"You're jinxing it. It'll have my ears if you say that." He kissed her. "I love you."

"Your ears?" Tara said and turned around. He saw her looking. "Never noticed that," she said with a laugh.

"It's not funny," he mumbled.

"No," Tara agreed. "The balls thing was funnier." When Grace laughed he saw the kid move again. "I'm guessing you want pictures."

"Yes." Grace smiled. "And if you know what sex it is you better keep your mouth shut. I'm not kidding. I don't even want to know that you know."

"I don't know., Tara said. "I'm guessing you don't want me to check?"

He could see Grace's agony. She finally looked at him. "I can't help myself."

"I know you can't." He kissed her again. At the moment he'd agree to fucking anything, he was so relieved. And he wanted to know too.

"I want to know," she said to Tara. "Tell us."

Tara nodded and put the stick back on Grace's stomach and looked. "It's not one hundred percent sure. Just so you know."

"And..."

"Well, I'd say it's a girl."

Skip drew a deep breath. That was his baby girl!

"We're having a girl. A little baby girl," Grace mumbled. "And she's fine."

-o0o-

One week after one of the worst scare of her life she was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the bench, eating an apple and reading a book. And she felt it. As clear as a day she felt her baby girl move.

"Skip!" she yelled.

He came running "What?"

"She moved. I felt it," she said and held her hands on her stomach. He came up to her and put his hand on her stomach and smiled.

"Fuck. You scared me half to death. Though something was wrong."

"No. But I felt her move." She looked at him. "I have a person inside me. That's really fucking weird."

"I've been inside you," he mumbled and moved closer to her and kissed her.

"Not all of you."

"I'm crazy jealous of you right now. I wanna feel her too." He squatted down and pulled up her t-shirt, kissing her stomach. "You need to grow, sweetie, so your daddy can feel you."

Grace laughed at him. She loved when he did that, talked to the baby and he did it quite often. She hadn't expected him to be so... sweet and eager about it. "You'll feel her, honey."

-o0o-

The 28 weeks pregnant Grace was lying next to him, reading a book and he was listening to Morrissey. The stomach was growing so fast now. He could see the difference from week to week. And he could feel their girl now. Kicking, moving or having hick ups and he loved it. Turning towards her ha stroke her belly.

Whenever she was lying still like this, the girl, who Grace still called 'dumbo', woke up and moved. He felt like a moron but he could seriously lie and feel her move for hours. He loved it. They hadn't had another scare and he was grateful for that. The check ups showed that everything was fine. He moved down, pulled up the t-shirt and kissed the belly.

"Baby," he said and looked at Grace who was still reading. "Babe."

"Are you talking to me or the baby?"

"You." He gave it another kiss before he took Grace's book and put it to the side. "Your dad was all over my ass today. Said we needed a proper house."

"I like this house," she said and put her arms around his neck. "I don't want to move. We'll make the guestroom the nursery. Not like we need it. Nora's always at Reg's and Peter at my parents. I can study in the kitchen. If I get to do that."

"That's what I said." He laid down next to her again and pulled her closer with one hand on the belly. "He also hassled me about the name. He really wants to know."

They had decided on the name early but hadn't told anyone. This one would be named after the women on Grace's side. Linda had her name on a grandchild already and would have to make due with that.

"He'll have to wait." She pulled him closer. "Still think I'm sexy?"

He laughed sat up with the remote. He was really glad they were listening to Morrissey. "Got a song for you."

He turned it on and when the song started she laughed.

"Oh my god. Are you playing 'You're the one for me, Fatty'?"

"Yup. And I still think you're very sexy."

She was still giggling. "Prove it."

-o0o-

"I fucking hate your fucking guts you fucking piece of shit!"

"Ok, honey," Skip chuckled and leaned closer to Grace and kisser her sweaty forehead. "I still love you though."

"You'd think fucking your huge fucking dick for years would make this easier."

This time even the nurse laughed and Skip kissed Grace again and whispered in her ear, "Shouldn't say that in front of other women, they'll come after me like crazy."

Grace laughed and opened her eyes, "Doesn't matter, you're madly in love with me."

Despite cursing like a sailor most of the time, she was doing great. And she wasn't really in a bad mood, Skip suspected she just took the opportunity to use as much foul language as possible.

"That's true. I love you, Beautiful."

She finally relaxed and this contraction was over. "I think it's the ears," she mumbled.

"What?"

"I think she's got your ears and they're stuck."

"You are one crazy bitch." He kissed her again. "But you're amazing right now."

-o0o-

Happy was in the waiting room with all the others. The area was filled. He was walking back and forth, just like he did the time she was having her appendix removed. And just like that time, Ava was in a couch with a book. It was annoying him like hell.

"Maybe I should go in there to make sure she's ok?" He looked at Ava.

She looked up from the book with raised eyebrows. "What are you planning on doing in case she's not? Scrub in?"

He walked up to her, leaned forward and grabbed her jaw, "Bitch!" Then he gave her a kiss.

"She's fine, Honey. Don't worry."

He was still leaning over her, really close and whispered, "But I do. Always worry about her."

Ava kissed his jawline and up to his ear before whispering back. "She's a fighter. She can do this." She gave him another kiss. "Sit down next to me."

He did as she asked and tried to relax but it was impossible. His Baby Girl was in pain. He couldn't fucking handle that. He knew what she was going through since he still clearly remembered when Ava had Lemmy. That had been bad, really bad and this was his daughter.

Hours later he saw Skip coming and he had something in his arms. Happy stood up and Ava took his hand next to him. Skip had the biggest smile on his lips when he walked through the doors, he went up to them and held up the baby. He looked at Ava when he finally spoke.

"This is Edith Ava Marianne Owen."

Cheers erupted around them and Jax came up with a little pink hat to... his grandchild. Fucking hell! He was a grandad! And they'd given her his mom's name. He swallowed a couple of times to try to stop the tears.

Ava took the little bundle in her arms with tears running down her cheeks. Skip put his arm around Happy's shoulders. "She's fine, you can go and see her soon."

"She did ok?"

"Cursed worse than I've ever heard her do and I was pretty fucking happy about her not having a gun most of the time. But she was amazing."

Happy laughed. Trust Grace to be pissed and take it out on everyone when she was in pain.

Thirty minutes later he walked into the room where Grace was with Edith in her arms. He sat down on the chair next to her bed and gave Grace a kiss and then Edith.

"She's perfect."

"I know," she smiled. "And big according to the nurse."

"That's what happens when you're having a kid with the biggest gnome in the world."

Grace laughed and finally tore her eyes from the baby in her arms. "Stay with me for a while, dad."

"I'll stay as long as you want me to." He leaned back in the chair. "Where's the proud dad?"

"Went home for a change and a shower." Her eyes were back at the baby again. She looked... deleteriously happy. "She's so beautiful."

"Like her mom."

Grace's smile grew even wider. "I'm a mom!" She laughed and turned towards him. "And you're a granddad."

"I am. I like it." He fucking loved it. And he fucking loved that little kid already.

"Wanna hold her?"

"Think you can let go for a few minutes?"

"A few."

He took Edith and looked at her. She had the most amazing pouty mouth, thick black hair and when she looked up at him with the blue eyes she had from her mom, he thought his heart was going to burst. She really was perfect and he was going to spoil her rotten. He ran his hand over her hair and stroke her ear.

"Has he commented on the ears yet?"

"Yeah. Says it's my fault cause I jinxed her."

Happy laughed. "She's not jinxed. She's perfect." He looked up at Grace. "You did good, baby girl."