AN: Happy and Rizzo are my favorite couple! (Right now they're technically my only couple...for now..hint hint if you read Charming Love). Also depending on how this ends (I have not a clue) I may do a sequel. I'm thinking about a prequel so we get a peek into Rizzo's life as a youngin.

SN: I don't own anything recognizably Sons of Anarchy (I'm not Kurt Sutter). I do own anything not recognizably Sons of Anarchy (because I'm me).

Chapter 14: All Is Calm

Happy had been home for a few weeks. I had taken some vacation time to be there for him but a few days into Happy being home I realized that he was a cranky ass patient. I was beginning to understand why the nurses were complaining about his ass when they thought I wasn't around. The only thing that kept me from losing my shit was the fact that I knew I couldn't be without Happy's cranky ass. The upside to Happy being home was Tig wasn't squatting in my guestroom anymore and Harley got bonding time with Daddy. We were sitting on the couch having family time when Happy said something that momentarily rendered me speechless.

"Marry me?" I stared at Happy for a full minute before I could say a word.

"OK." I replied still shocked.

"I'm serious." No shit Sherlock!

"I know. Just a little shocked. Ya kinda just come outta nowhere with it. And yes I'll marry you. That a better answer."

"Smart ass. Surprised you said yes. Most women want a romantic proposal or some shit."

"I have never in my life been like 'most women'. Besides your proposal was pretty much normal for our relationship."

"What's that mean?"

"Like most important shit in our relationship, there was no discussion, it just happened."

"True." With that Happy reached in his pocket and a ring on my finger.

A few days later Happy, Jax, Tara and I were walking out of the courthouse. I was now official Rizzo Nicole Carter-Lowman. I wasn't interested in doing the whole "white wedding" so I figured why wait. We were headed to the clubhouse to celebrate our marriage and to tell everyone. Tara and Jax only knew because we needed witnesses. When we made our announcement Tig was pissed that he didn't know. You would've thought I ran over his damn bike with the fit he was throwing. "Omg, Tig, chill the fuck out." I said growing tired of Tig's antics. "Nobody knew."

"I'm not nobody! I'm me!"

"Yell at me again, Tiggy, and I'll Jazmine Sullivan your bike."

"Who the fuck is Jazmine Sullivan?" I momentarily forget I was in a room full of bikers whose musical tastes didn't extend beyond rock music therefore my R & B reference was lost on them.

"If you expanded your musical experience you'd know."

"Smart ass."

"No shit. We good now?"

"We good."

"Good. Now where's the liquor, time to celebrate!"

I drank heavily and was big time wasted so Happy and I stayed at the clubhouse. Not like I would've been able to hold on for the ride home anyway. I was laying in bed with Happy and I couldn't keep my hands to myself. "Stop startin shit, woman." I just continued my exploration. After five minutes of teasing I finally got what I wanted which was my man's dick in my vagina. I was on the verge of a mind blowing orgasam when Happy pulled out. I let out growl. Happy made a comment about things not being fun anymore when I was the one being teased before pulling me to the end of the bed and telling me to flip over. For the next few hours we had the best ass slapping, hair pulling sex that resulted in multiple scream inducing orgasms. I woke the next morning sore but the good kind of sore. I grabbed a shirt and shorts from the stash I kept in Happy's dorm and headed to the kitchen for food. When I came out of the kitchen Tig was sitting at the bar looking very disturbed. "Good morning Tig."

"Don't good morning me."

"Who pissed in your Cheerios? "

"Didn't get much sleep last night. I could've gone to my grave without the knowledge that you're a screamer, Riz."

"Sorry not sorry."

"You're basically like my kid, Rizzo, that knowledge is disturbing as fuck, and something one should never know about their kid."

"Aw poor Tig. It's not my fault my Old Man was blessed with a big dick and the ability to use it oh so phemonally. If I wasn't screamin there'd be a problem. Start worryin when I stop screamin."

"TOO MUCH FUCKIN INFORMATION! JESUS CHRIST!"

"I love you too, Tiggy."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Tig said walking away. Fucking with Tig was always fun. I laughed all the way back to Happy's room.

After another round of awesome sex (which I hoped Tig was around to hear), we headed home. I was happily married to the love of my life. I have awesome kid, a kick ass father figure, a job I love and awesome friends. What more could I ask for?