Charlie woke up around one in the morning. She could see that the lamp and T.V. were on. The touch of a finger tracing over her skin made her smile.
"Hey." She said, rolling onto her back. Happy stared down at her.
"Glad to see your awake." Happy rasped out.
"Yeah well I had a tiring night." She said, her smile turning into a smirk. Happy ran his hand of the flowers on her right side. He had spent some of the time she was sleeping tracing over the tattoos he can see.
"You have more flowers than you do kids." He said, Charlie looked down at her side.
"Yeah well I wanted more kids than what I have when I got this I got extra to leave for future ones… and well it just looked better than having two random flowers." She chuckled, running her fingers over the script that rolled through the flowers. Azalia and Carson's names and birthdays were inked in among the petals of the lotus flowers.
"What about this one?" Happy asked, trailing fingers over the saying that wrapped around the left side of her ribcage.
"It's the complete saying in English of the one I have on my neck." Charlie said, looking up and tracing a finger down his jaw. "It says 'No matter what happens today, don't worry. Tomorrow is a new day.' My mom used to tell me that whenever I had a rough day as a kid. It became like a mantra for us. The Dutch is the way my great grandmother told my mother when she was little." Happy trailed his fingers over it. Charlie leaned up and kissed him. Happy wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her over top of him.
Charlie straddled him, he was already hard and ready for her as she lowered herself onto him. Charlie's eyes fluttered closed as Happy let out a groan at the contact.
"God." He rasped out. Charlie slowly raised and lowered herself over him. Her head fell back as she felt his cock filling her completely. Happy gripped her hips forcing her to speed up her pace.
"Fuck Charlie…" He rasped out, watching her tits bounce in front of his face. Charlie looked down, eyes half lidded and saw his muscles rolling as his back curved and his arms forced her to keep the pace. She forced his hands away and slowed the pace, laying herself down over him without pausing her slow and easy speed.
"Too much for you killer?" She purred, kissing down his neck. Happy tensed before flipping her over and pounding into her. Charlie reached up and gripped the head board bracing herself against the thrusts. Charlie couldn't feel anything but his body touching hers, his dick sliding in and out of her. Every thrust built the fire coursing through her body.
Happy couldn't stop, the feeling of her was driving him insane and the soft moans and whimpers she was letting out weren't helping.
"Fuck baby, please don't stop." Charlie begged, arms now sliding down his back, nails digging in. Happy snarled at her words.
"Think I'm plannin' on it. I'm not finished with you yet." He groaned out. He pulled out of her and flipped her over pulling her to all fours before slamming back into her. Charlie soon was clawing at the sheets, screaming her release into the pillows, but Happy didn't stop 'til she was screaming again. That time he joined her.
Charlie laid flat on her stomach, mumbling something. Happy nudged her. She turned her head and said,
"God I hope you stick around to do that again."
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
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Charlie and Happy woke up the next morning to the sound of the house phone ringing. Charlie sleepily rolled away from Happy and smacked at the night stand, searching for the obnoxious item. She found it and picked it up.
"This better be fuckin' good." She grumbled into the phone.
"Is this Ms. Charlotte Ryzdale?" A man's voice flowed smoothly through the phone.
"Depends on whose calling?" She said, a small smile crossing her face as she felt Happy's arm wrap around her waist. He pulled her into him as the man said,
"This is Royce Kingston, calling from Howard, Darcy, and Kingston law firm. We're calling about Jesse Vitolo." Kingston had a pompous voice, that was not sitting well with Charlie at nine o' clock on a Sunday morning.
"I'm not going to New York for that jackass." She said, bluntly, curling tighter into Happy.
"We're based in Tacoma, Washington. We're calling to inform you that Mr. Vitolo is now deceased and you need to come to Tacoma for the reading of his will and to take care of his life insurance." Charlie shot straight up in bed, much to Happy's discomfort. "The funeral is Tuesday. Morgan Funeral Home is handling all the arrangements as per request from Ms. Anne-Marie Vitolo."
"You mean to tell me you want me to take my kids out of school and drive a long ass way to hear that the woman that asshole left me for is getting everything? You've got another thing coming buddy?" Charlie snapped. Happy smirked, he liked this side of Charlie.
"Ma'am I can assure you that is not the case. Just please come to Tacoma, you have my word that everything will be taken care of in a timely manner and to your benefit." Kingston said, crisply.
"Be there Monday. And I better not be schlepping my ass across two states for nothing." She said hanging up the phone.
"What was that?" Happy asked, pulling Charlie down to curl into him. She sighed as she tossed the phone on the floor next to the bed.
"My ex-husband is dead and some jackass lawyer decided that early in the fuckin' morning was a good time to call and tell me that. Something about wills and life insurance. Dunno why I'd care, he probably changed it all after we got divorced." She said, placing a kiss on the side of his neck.
"You should go." Happy said, tracing a finger over the exposed ink on her side.
"Why? All he ever did for me was fuck me over in every way possible. He left me for a girl who didn't have kids, didn't have a past, and was a hell of a lot better looking than me. Still had the perfect supermodel body. And when he left, he left me all his bank debts, didn't pay child support until the divorce was finalized a year and a half later. So I really don't care to go up there and hear how the mother fucker screwed me over again and have to comfort my youngest child while I'm at it." Charlie said, eyes boring in to Happy's.
"I'll go with you." Happy said, surprising himself. Charlie sat up.
"Really?" She said. "You don't have to."
"There's a charter up in Tacoma. I'm a member there." He said, What am I doing? Fuck this gash has got me all twisted around.
"Oh. But you're cut says Nomad." She said, obviously confused.
"That's recent all my shit's still in Tacoma."
"Oh." She said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. He reached up and fisted his hand in her hair.
"We gotta get you a helmet. Azalia is driving Carson up." He said. Charlie stared at him wide eyed. She said nothing for several moments.
"Well. I guess I'd better get ready." She climbed out of Happy's embrace, gently untangling his fingers from his hair. He sighed, climbing out of his side of the king-sized bed. Happy took the time to inspect the room while Charlie went to the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on as he took in the king sized bed cherry oak four poster bed, the matching night stands and dresser with a television on top of it. The closet was by the bathroom, catty corner to the door leading into the room. The walls were painted cream to match the patterns in the deep brown and cream of the bed set.
"Happy?" Charlie called from the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"You need a shower babe? You can join me if you'd like. No fun stuff though." She said, peeking out the door. Happy rubbed a hand over his face.
"Yeah. Be there in a sec." He called into the bathroom. He pulled all his clothes together before joining her in the shower.
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Six cups of coffee, half a pack of cigarettes, three packed bags, and several curse words later, Charlie had the car packed and was picking Azalia up from her friend's house.
"Why are we going to Tacoma? That's a long ass drive." Azalia whined, full blown pout in place.
"Jesse kicked it so we have to go up for the funeral and paperwork. You're driving the Escape up there." Charlie said, yanking yet another Marlboro menthol out of the pack laying on the dashboard.
"Why the hell am I driving?"
"Happy wants me to ride on the back of his bike. He's offered to come with us and I've accepted. And I need some time to think about this whole thing. And I won't be able to do that sitting next to your brother 'cause seeing his face is too much." Charlie said shortly, angrily trying to light the coffin nail hanging out of her mouth. Azalia sat back in her seat as they pulled into their driveway. Happy's bike was already parked there. Carson's bike was on the front porch. Charlie and Azalia looked at each other, a little shocked and somewhat horrified at the thought of Carson tormenting the silent biker. They practically ran into the house fearing the worst.
To their shock, Carson was sitting on the living room couch playing a video game while Happy was nowhere to be found. Azalia went and sat on the couch pulling out the Cosmo that her mother had bought for her on their way home. Charlie walked to the kitchen and packed a small cooler for the kids to have on their way to Tacoma. She set that in the front entrance as she headed for her bedroom. She was not surprised to find Happy laying on her bed.
"Hey sexy. You ready to go? You can still back out you know?" She said, leaning against the doorframe. Happy looked over at her taking in just how surprising long her legs were in the jeans and black flat slouch boots she was wearing so fond of wearing.
"Yeah we gotta stop in Oakland on our way." Happy said, not moving from the bed. Charlie cocked her head.
"Why there?"
"Bike shop gotta get you a helmet and some real riding boots." He said. Charlie bit her lip.
"I don't have the money for that not if I'm gonna put gas in the Escape." She said, going to the closet and pulling out her fitted grey suede hip length jacket. Sliding it over the brilliant white tank top she was wearing, she crawled across the bed to sit next to Happy.
"Don't worry about it. I got it." Charlie smiled taking his hand in hers and tracing over his fingers.
"Carson say anything? I haven't been able to talk to him." She asked, eyes downcast. Happy could see that her son was her biggest worry.
"He didn't say anything to me. Didn't figure he would. Seems pretty pissed though," Happy said.
"But how did he seem? I know you can read people Hap. Was he sad, angry, upset, anything?" Charlie was almost hysterical. Happy turned his hand and gripped hers.
"Charlie." Was all he said. She took a deep breath.
"Sorry. It's just that's my baby. I hate to think he's hurting." She said, pulling away from Happy.
"He's mad. Dunno why, didn't ask, but that's what he seemed like to me, alright?" He said pulling her to his side.
"Alright." She said her voice small. Happy wrapped his arms around her briefly before they heard footsteps on the stairs. Charlie sat up as Carson came into the room.
"Hey baby boy." She said, softly. Carson looked over the bed taking in Happy laying there like he lived there. His nose wrinkled a little as he turned his eyes to his mom.
"I don't wanna go to Tacoma." He said, shortly. Charlie reached out for him as Happy climbed out of the bed. Carson went and curled into his mother's side. Happy looked back in the room as he reached the door. Charlie had Carson completely in her lap and had her arms wrapped around him as he sat there not willing to speak.
This shit is way too domestic. What the fuck is wrong with me? Kids, woman, I don't have Old Ladies. God damn it! I kill people, she wipes noses. I spend all my time on the road, she has a house, business and family. But she's like a fuckin' drug. Got her in my system and I need more. Fuck I'm in this. Fuck fuck fuck! He thought as he walked down the stairs. Azalia was in the den, he could see her on the computer typing furiously at something. He paused in that doorway and looked over her. Could he really be down for the whole woman and kids thing? He'd only know this woman two weeks and now he was taking her to Tacoma on his bike. He'd never had a bitch do this to him before. Jesus, he'd better not take her to the clubhouse. The sweetbutts there had a fondness for him and he didn't want to see what Charlie would do about that… He'd better make sure there were no sledgehammers around. He smirked at the thought.
Azalia turned and looked at him. She cocked her head to the side looking eerily like her mother.
"Why are you going with us?" She asked bluntly. "You don't know us." Happy just stared her down but the teen was definitely a defiant one. She glared right back at him.
"I don't have to explain anything to you. Your mom's okay with it that's all that matters to me." Happy said, shortly.
"Well just so you know, me and Carson are your breaking point. You fuck up with us buddy and your ass is gone."
"Azalia Ann Ryzdale I suggest you watch your language before I wash your mouth out." Charlie's voice came from the stairway. "And he doesn't have to explain. I've heard his explanation and also I raised you to be a lot more polite than this. Don't make me look like a bad momma."
Azalia glared at Happy a moment longer before standing up and flouncing out of the room. Happy turned to Charlie who sighed tiredly.
"You were right." She said. "Carson doesn't want to go to the funeral of the man who abandoned us and he doesn't want to see the hag that he left us for." Happy ran a thumb across Charlie's cheek.
"Let's go darlin'."
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The drive to Oakland was shorter than it seemed. Charlie followed Happy from her house all the way to the place he was looking for. They pulled up in front of the shop and Charlie got out and locked the kids in the Escape. Happy wrapped an arm around her neck and steered her into the shop. Charlie was surprised to see everything they had. She looked at Happy.
"Um… You should probably just pick stuff you know is good and I'll try it on." She said. He let out a chuckle.
"You own a clothing store." He said, smiling down at her. Charlie scoffed.
"Just because I can accessorize like a fiend doesn't mean I know shit about this babe." Happy led her further into the store. He pulled her into the women's shoe aisle, which she noticed was very small.
"Find your size and something you like and I'll tell you yes or no." He said. Charlie looked off wide eyed before peering down the aisle. She promptly picked out a pair of boots and held them up for approval. Happy shook his head to the first three pairs but the last pair he gave her the go ahead to try on.
"These are actually comfy." She said admiring the mid-calf length black boots with a very low heel. Happy just smiled and gestured for her to take them with her. He took her over to the helmets and tossed one at her she caught it awkwardly. It was like Happy's just smaller and had a white dragon pattern already on it. He told her to try it on. She complied and he quickly took her to check out. Her eyes grew wide at the total and her jaw dropped when Happy dug in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash and paid with that.
They exited the store to see Azalia fling her hand back and smack her brother. Charlie didn't even hesitate, she was at the car, door unlocked, and chewing ass before Happy had even gotten his sunglasses on. Happy was impressed.
"Azalia you have to ride with your brother for the next seven hours. You will have the radio. We hit Tacoma and he has one bruise I didn't already know about I will tan your fucking hide! Carson, your portable dvd player is in the black bag in the back, there are headphones and your dvd case too. The car charger is already plugged in. Start a movie and keep your mouth shut." Charlie said, changing her shoes. She quickly pinned the top half of her hair back before setting her sunglasses on her nose.
"Yes ma'am." The two said dully. Charlie handed the keys to Azalia.
"You follow Happy. He turns you turn. You need to stop for gas flash your lights three times. We're gonna find the closest hotel once we hit town." She said, turning to see Happy watching her. He gave her a brief nod. "Now give me hugs and we'll be on our way." The two kids moaned and groaned as they complied.
Happy kissed Charlie as she reached him.
"Last chance to back out." She said. Happy shook his head, handing her helmet before putting his own on. She smiled and quickly put it on climbing on the back of the bike. They took off.