y'all mfs better start leaving reviews and comments because ive gotten a grand total of three on the last two updates and its strange bc every chapter before that had more?

I'm a slut for domestic! Hap ngl


At promptly 3:47 AM Max woke both his parents with loud, wailing screams. With a groan, Alex buried her head under her pillow for a few seconds before rolling off the bed. Happy followed slowly behind her, wiping the sleep from his eyes with one large hand.

"Hey, Max, what's goin' on dude?" Alex asked quietly, approaching the screaming toddler slowly. Max was slobbery and bright red in the face, chewing on his fingers for an attempt at relief.

"Ya cuttin' another tooth, bud?" Alex mumbled, lifting the big baby into her arms which only caused more screaming. Happy quickly swooped in and grabbed Max into his arms, the screams immediately quieting to whimpers of pain.

"I'll go grab a teething ring," Alex grinned at Hap as he sat in the rocking chair. Opening the freezer, Alex found a frozen teething ring and a semi-frozen washcloth. She grabbed them quickly before grabbing some teething gel from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom on her way back to the nursery.

"Okay, little dude. I got a cloth or a ring, whaddaya want?" Alex asked, holding them both up. Max greedily snatched the cloth from her hand and chewed on a corner happily.

"Ya gonna let Momma see your teeth?" Happy asked, raising an eyebrow as the toddler shook his head no. Alex laughed lightly, the kid was a total daddy's boy and it didn't offend her anymore.

"He's cutting more molars. Tried chewing on my ear" Happy chuckled, rubbing a hand over the short patch of black hair on his head. Alex grinned, holding the tube of teething gel to Happy.

"Let Dad put the gel in your mouth, okay dude?" Max nodded, pulling the washcloth from his mouth and opening wide. Happy rubbed some gel on the bright red, inflamed gums and nodded.

"Good job dude, ya ready to go back to sleep?" Happy asked, voice gruff. Alex was leaning against the doorway, smiling as she watched the domesticity of the interaction. Max grinned, frozen cloth hanging from his mouth, and began climbing into his crib.

"Max" Alex warned, "What did we agree on about climbing into bed?" her arms crossed against her chest, eyebrow raised. Max frowned and climbed back down, tugging the washcloth from his mouth aggressively.

"Daddy pick Max up!" Max announced, arms raised in the air. Happy grabbed him by the armpits, lifting him into the crib and laying him down onto the mattress. Max grinned and waved, rubbing his eyes tiredly with little fists. Turning off the light, Alex pushed off the wall and made her way back to bed with Happy trailing after her.

"Kids got a fuckin' set of lungs" Alex groaned, flopping back into bed.

"Must take after his mom" Happy winked, pulling Alex into his chest.


"Al" she mumbled into the phone, lodging it between her shoulder and ear.

"It's Hap" the growl came down the line. Alex dropped the wrench she was using on the workbench, grabbing the cellphone with her hand.

"What's up? Haven't seen ya since this morning" She asked, glancing at the time on her watch. It was lunchtime and he had been gone since before she woke up for work.

"Any civilians at the shop?" His gruff voice asked. Alex's brow furrowed, he never asked these kind of questions to her. It was usually directed at one of his brothers, but there was nobody else around but the civilian workers.

"Nah, why?"

"Missing brick means we gotta get rid of whoever took it" Alex took a deep breath, phone almost slipping out of her fingers. She wasn't dumb, she knew this was how the MC handled things, but the casual tone in Happy's voice at the mention of death always shocked her compared to the sweet, domestic version she was privy to.

"Fuck, nevermind. A cab just pulled in. Gem and Tara are talkin' to her. Think Gem knows her, though" Alex mumbled, wiping her hands on a rag and stepping out to walk across the parking lot. Stopping close enough to overhear, Alex pulled out a cigarette and lit it, puffing idly.

"One of Tig's kids. Asking for money" Alex mumbled, trying to inconspicuously watch the entire ordeal. Chucky had joined the conversation with the other women, Tig's daughter staring incredulously at his hands (or lack thereof).

Flicking the ash off, Alex watched as the women walked toward the clubhouse. She intercepted Chucky, grabbing him by the sleeve.

"No need to call Tig, he's on his way" Alex gestured to her phone. Chucky nodded before they both walked into the clubhouse behind the three women.

"Okay, Hap. Y'all should probably head over, Ima just walked out from the dorms and Tara looks pissed" Alex mumbled, moving towards the impending catfight. She heard Happy hiss quietly as she watched Gemma separate the two women.

"Who else is there?" Happy asked as he propped himself against the wall, smirking at the gun on the table in the room, set up for a nice game of Russian roulette with the prospects. Gemma seemed to have broken the women apart, convincing Ima to leave. The leggy fake blonde was back in one of the dorms, gathering her belongings.

"Piney, but he's been drinking. Ima's leaving. Chucky, Gem, Tara and Margaux" she said, emphasizing Dawn's chosen name. A familiar blonde walked in, towering in her heels and face filled with rage. "And add Lyla to that mix" Alex muttered, seriously frustrated that she was witness to the drama of the SAMCRO women. Having been with Happy for years before meeting the club had trained Alex into dissuading confrontation easily so she was never involved in any of the women's catfights. Happy was cursing up a storm on the other end of the line, listening to his wife giving him a play by play of the drama occurring at the clubhouse.

Alex watched as Gemma and Tara were trying to reassure Lyla, who had shown up looking for her husband who hadn't returned home the night before. Leaning against the front of the clubhouse, Alex tried to seem casual as she watched the Mexican standoff happening between the women. Just as she was about to intervene in the entire situation in an attempt to dissipate it, two bikes pulled into the parking lot.

"Is that Ima's car?!" Lyla screeched as she finally took notice of the blonde whore's car.

"Bobby and Tig just got here, Hap. I think we're good to hang up" Alex mumbled a quick 'I love you' before snapping her cellphone shut.

Lyla stormed into the clubhouse, Alex hot on her heels. Ima was on her way out of the hallway to the dorms, purse in hand, as Lyla rushed towards her. Alex tried to place a calming hand on Lyla's shoulder but she was just shrugged off.

"You backstabbing little gash!" Lyla glared heatedly at her coworker.

"Hey, I was just following his lead. Married pussy is boring pussy" Ima snapped back, voice haughty. Alex couldn't help but mentally disagree. Even after a baby and getting married, her and Hap's sex life was better than ever. They were always sneaking off to have fun or pushing their limits on where they could do it without getting caught or heard. Naptime was especially fun for them due to Max sleeping like a log for two or three hours at a time and allowing them to have their own time in bed as well. Shaking her head to get rid of her trailing thoughts, Alex tuned back into the bitch fight in front of her.

"Why him?" Lyla asked, her voice admittedly a little heartbroken.

"You want answers sweetheart, go ask the cock that was inside me last night"

Everything happened quickly after that, Lyla taking a swing at Ima's head, Ima pulling a handgun from her purse, Tara threatening Ima as she left. All of this had Alex sitting back at the bar next to Piney, a bottle of tequila settled in front of her to help calm the nerves of staring down the barrel of a gun.

"I can't handle these bitches, Piney" she mumbled, pouring them each a shot. The old man grunted in agreement as they clinked their glasses together and shot back the burning liquor.

A little while later, Alex was still seated at the bar and nursing the bottle of tequila. Tig and Margaux were off having a heart to heart, Piney was still sat at the bar, and Jax, Clay, Miles and Opie had just walked in. It should have come as a bit of a shock that Piney hit his son as soon as he walked in but Alex's senses were a little dulled by the alcohol in her system. Instead, she couldn't help but snigger at Opie and his kicked puppy dog expression.


"Hello?" Alex mumbled into her cellphone, now devastatingly sober as she tinkered with a motor she was rebuilding on her workbench.

"Need you to pick Max up from daycare" Happy's gruff voice mumbled into the phone, sounding thoroughly pissed off.

"Why? What's up?" Alex asked, immediately worried that something went wrong. Happy had promised that he would be safe at the warehouse, but there was always something new and exciting developing that he just couldn't stay away from.

"I'll tell ya the whole thing later. Chibs and Juice are on their way in the van, get Tara cause Juice was shot and needs help" He propped himself against a tree as he watched the prospects burying Miles' body.

"Okay, see you at home later?" she asked quietly, receiving a grunt as confirmation. Ah, her husband, the man of many words. So eloquently spoken and in touch with his feelings. Alex couldn't help but giggle slightly at her thoughts as she wiped her hands off on a rag.

"Love ya, Hap. Stay alive" she mumbled and with that, snapped her phone shut and made her way into the clubhouse across the lot.

After telling Tara to get prepared for Juice and his gunshot wound, Alex made her way out and to her car. The drive to Max's daycare was a short one, something closer to their house than the clubhouse. Although Tara and Jax had offered many times for Maxwell to hang out with Elyda and the boys, Max had been going to a public daycare for the last year. Lowell had recommended it to her and Max seemed to love it, having made plenty of friends. Unlike the other moms at the daycare, Alex wasn't the ideal small town blue-eyed, blonde hair stay at home trophy wife with a condescending smile always pushing for play dates and inviting her to book club and church. She stuck out like a sore thumb at the few organized playdates that she had bothered going to. Her piercings, tattoos, dark black hair and tan skin had the other moms gossiping about her constantly without even knowing she was married to a Son. It wasn't until Happy showed up to pick up Max at daycare one day that the moms found out about the club. The realization that Alex was affiliated with the Sons was when the invitations to playdates had reduced, much to Alex's relief. She didn't want to feel obligated to hang out with the stuck up bitches just so Max could play with his friends. She would much rather hang out at home with her little family.

Walking into the daycare, Alex was greeted by the typical glares from the other moms. She gave them all a sarcastic smile, hoping the pettiness was conveying properly.

"Al!" She heard a joyful scream. Alex turned to see Max sprinting at her with arms open. She picked him up, squeezing him to her happily.

"We talked about this, dude. You gotta start calling me Mom" She jokingly chastised her son. His big brown eyes twinkled.

"Dad call Al. Max call Al" He stated simply, causing Alex to chuckle. The other moms stared on in horror as the young toddler referred to his mom by her first name. They could never dream of not hearing a sweet little voice calling them 'Mama' or 'Mommy'.

"Okay dude, go get your stuff from your cubby. And make sure you change your shoes to your boots" Alex grinned, high fiving him before he ran off to collect his things.

"Hello Alexandria" One of the other moms, Sarah, smirked at her. Alex gave her a nod, choosing to remain silent. "Still haven't gotten Maxwell to call you Mommy yet?" She spoke in a condescending tone.

"He calls me by my name because he hears his Dad do it all the time. At least my husband is around the house for him to pick up that habit, unlike yours who is always at the bar" Alex fired back, finally snapping at the constant comments from Sarah. Sarah's face paled in shock, a dramatic gasp escaping her as she retreated back towards the other moms.

"Good for you, Alex. They've had it coming for a while" she heard from behind her. Turning around, Alex came face to face with one of the preschool teachers. Lindy Walters was a beautiful woman, inside and out. All amazonian goddess with long legs and killer curves, Lindy was not your typical Charming resident. She had a bit of a wild streak which Alex had suspected from the moment she saw her. It had been later proved when she wore a thin shirt and Alex noticed she had her nipples pierced.

"Thanks, Lindy. How was Max today?" Alex asked, smiling a real smile at the woman. Lindy nodded, red curls bouncing around her shoulders.

"He was good. Had a few tears at lunch because those teeth you mentioned. Otherwise good after a frozen yogurt tube" Lindy explained, handing Alex the small black backpack which held all of Max's stuff. The toddler ran up at that point, boots on his feet and jacket on. He wrapped his arm around Alex's leg, smiling up at his teacher.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Lindy" Alex smiled, pulling a waving Max past the group of crazy moms.

"Hey, Alex, you wanna get a drink later?" Lindy called right before they walked out the door. Feeling the heated glares from the other moms, Alex gave her a bright grin. She was well aware of how hard the mom group was trying to convert Lindy and bring her into their little clique.

"Sure, I'll text you later?" Alex asked, receiving a nod before being dragged to the car by an excited two-year-old.

"Ants in your pants, Max?" Alex laughed as he climbed quickly into his car seat. He nodded excitedly, legs swinging back and forth. As she buckled him in, Max provided Alex with the answer to her question.

"Daddy promise take Max on bike!"

The excited toddler rambled and sang the entire drive home, accompanied by the songs of Led Zeppelin. When they got home, Max immediately ran into his room to play as Alex began preparing dinner. She was humming to herself and dancing around the kitchen.

"Max! Pasta or Rice?" Alex called, digging through the pantry.

"I vote pasta" Happy's gruff voice spoke behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Alex grinned and spun around in his arms to face him.

"Hey, Hap. Didn't hear you come in" she pressed a kiss to his jaw before stepping away from him. There was a confusing look on his face, a mixture of anger, annoyance, and sadness. "What happened?"

Happy sighed, leaning against the counter and rubbing a hand down his face.

"Miles is dead. Juice got shot. Everythings going to shit with all the coke"

Alex spared him a glance as she began cutting the vegetables on the cutting board.

"At least you can say that you had the opportunity to have fun" She grinned at him, seeing the corners of his lips twitch.

"You're trouble, little girl" he mumbled, moving towards her again and pressing kisses to the back of her neck. Alex tried swatting him away but gave up easily as he began sucking on the spot behind her ear.