Later, at the garden fundraiser, Alex wandered around with Max in his stroller in front of her. He was playing with the stuffed dog that Chibs and Lindy had given him at the hospital. The young boy was babbling happily at the dog as his mother pushed him through the crowd towards the chilli booth Gemma had set up.
As she was making her way over, she was stopped by Clay who grabbed her elbow forcefully.
"Can I help you?" Alex asked, trying her best to sound polite.
"I need to talk to you, girl" Clay hissed and Alex nodded.
"Max, close your ears. You can't hear what Uncle Clay and I are about to talk about" Alex said, checking to make sure the kid listened. Once his little hands were covering his ears and he was talking animatedly to the dog in his lap, Alex was satisfied.
"What's up, Clay?" she asked, tugging her elbow from his grasp and turning towards him.
"Thought you were dedicated to your husband, bitch. What's this about you flirting with Roosevelt? I'm not afraid to get rid of you" Clay hissed, pointing his finger in her face. Alex glared heatedly at him, hand making its way to rest on the knife on her belt.
"Are you kidding me, Clay? Roosevelt has a crush on me" She sighed, "I was trying to cover your ass. Did no one mention to you that one of the gifts you got in that duffel bag didn't quite make it to the reservation? Had to buy Chuckie time to figure out what to do with it. Doesn't hurt that Roosevelt can get a little preoccupied with a few sweet words and strategic touching"
"What if I don't fuckin' believe you? You hurt my killer, I'll make sure you disappear" The older man spoke, voice tense.
"Because as it stands," Alex smirked, leaning in to whisper in the man's ear. "My husband's cum has been soaking my panties all afternoon, reminding me that I can't wait to get home to him" As she stepped away from Clay, she watched his face contort in anger. He reached out to grab her elbow in a tight grip again, which Alex easily evaded.
"Now, is there anything else I can help you with Clay?" Alex asked in a sickeningly sweet tone. The older man glared but shook his head, stomping off. With a sigh, the raven-haired woman glanced down at the toddler who was still babbling away to the stuffed animal in his lap. She reached down and ruffled his hair, smiling as he giggled brightly at her actions.
"Uncle Clay go?" He asked, big brown eyes sparkling in curiosity. Alex grinned and nodded, signalling for him to take his hands off his ears. Grabbing her cell from her back pocket, Alex shot a quick text to Happy asking him when he would be home. Knowing he wouldn't be answering anytime soon, she shoved the phone into the bag settled in the stroller.
"Ready to go find Gemma?" Alex asked Max, watching as he nodded excitedly. It didn't take long to find Gemma and Chuckie at their little table.
"Gramma Gem!" Max cheered, hands reaching out to his pseudo grandmother figure. Gemma happily pulled him into her arms, settling him on her hip.
"How are you doing, Max?" Gemma asked the little boy, smiling as he grabbed a piece of her hair in his tiny fist.
"Max good!" he grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to the woman's cheek. Gemma smiled, glancing over at Alex who had a worried look on her face.
"What about you, baby?" She asked, pulling Alex from her distracted space. Alex laughed nervously, trying not to let it show how Clay's words had affected her.
"I'm good, Gem. Don't worry. Just difficult handling a wild child without Hap or Koz around" Alex lied, which she hated. It was the easiest explanation that Gemma would accept, though.
"Max wild!" the boy in question interjected. The two women laughed at the joy in his voice at being known as wild.
"Yeah, dude. That's you" Alex smiled, "Why don't you run off and see if you can get Chuckie to give you some chilli?" she suggested. Gemma immediately shook her head.
"Why don't you ask Chuckie to give you a bread roll. You don't want any of my chilli" Gemma explained, putting Max on his feet. The little boy ran away, chubby legs carrying him as fast as he could go.
"You didn't make a new batch after the incident this afternoon?" Alex asked, confused. Her brows were furrowed as she watched the older woman's demeanour change.
"There was no time, baby" Gemma mumbled, voice quiet. Alex's eyes widened and she felt bile rise in her throat. Alex watched as Chuckie tried to convince her son to try the chilli and was thanking whatever god would listen as Max refused it.
"Thanks for the heads up, Gem," Alex said, grimacing at her choice of words. "Remind me not to say heads for a while"
Gemma laughed at the small woman, pushing her gently towards Max as another resident approached her.
Max was settled into his bed, sleeping soundly as his little cast stood out against his blue bed sheets and pajamas; Stuffed dog from Chibs under his arm, thumb resting in his mouth as soft snores escaped him. Alex was standing in the doorway just watching as he slept soundly. She hadn't had a chance to really think about her day. That stupid red truck and the gang bangers shooting up the clubhouse, risking the little family she had made for herself. Having to flirt with Eli Roosevelt to help cover the club's ass, only for it to backfire on her as Clay threatened her. She was infuriated that even after proving herself for over 7 years, Clay still thought she would want someone like Roosevelt over Happy. Her Happy.
The man who had come into her life unexpectedly and just never left her mind. Their relationship was nowhere near conventional, but that didn't mean that all of a sudden she was seeking out a sense of normalcy. Especially not with someone like Eli Roosevelt.
Besides, Happy had given her more than she ever expected from him. The real proof was lying in front of her, sleeping soundly. Hell, Alex had never even imagined having kids or being married. Now she had both, and with the least likely person. Ever.
An hour later when Happy finally got home, he found her in the same spot. Leaning in Max's doorway and watching him sleep, just thinking to herself. She didn't even notice him approach her until he had wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head.
"What's up?" he grunted, concerned by the melancholia she was feeling.
"Lotta shit happened today" she sighed, leaning into his chest. She relished in the domestic side of Happy when he held her with no ulterior motive that she was privy to.
"Don't got anything to do for the next few days. Wanna head down to see Ma?" His gruff voice spoke into her hair. Alex nodded, turning around in his hold to face him. She pressed a kiss to the bottom of his chin, trailing kisses down his neck. If all the thinking she had done hadn't solved all her issues with Clay, maybe she could sweat it out.
"Come on, Cowboy. I'll let you fuck my face if you're good to me" Alex winked, pulling him by the wrist to their bedroom. Happy chuckled but obliged easily, following her with no complaints.
The moment they reached their bedroom, Happy picked her up easily and tossed her on the large bed. She landed and bounced, giggles erupting from her body and Happy jumped on top of her. He lay on top of her, crushing her with his weight as she laughed and pitifully attempted to shove him off her. In response, Happy buried his face in her neck and began placing kisses on her. It was times when he was goofy and playful with her that reminded Alex of why she had stuck out the hard times.
"Hap" Alex laughed, "Get off you oaf!"
For once, Happy listened to her and rolled onto his back next to her. He stared at the ceiling quietly, listening to her panting to catch her breath. Once her breathing had kind of settled, she curled onto her side and watched his face. His face remained stoic as usual, however, his eyes were flashing with indecision.
"What's wrong, Hap?" Alex asked, rolling over so she was looking down at him. He grinned at her but Alex could tell it was fake. She glared at him, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
"Clay mentioned somethin' to me, tonight…" Happy started and Alex groaned. She buried her face in his chest, wanting nothing more than to disappear. Not even three weeks after she freaks out on him from her own insecurities, Clay goes and plants the seed in Happy's head that she's the one who's cheating.
"If this is about the Roosevelt thing, don't start" Alex mumbled, voice further muffled by his chest. Happy's hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangling into it as he pulled it to make her look up at him. He was staring at her, eyes black and burning with curiosity.
"Ya know I ain't believin' none of the shit comin' outta his mouth lately. Want ya to tell me what really happened"
"I told you Roosevelt flirted with me while you were locked up. He did it a few times until I finally socked him at the grocery store" Alex chuckled at the memory. "So when he showed up this afternoon I had to buy time for Chuckie to hide the third head. Figured the easiest way was to flirt with the pig" It was Happy's turn to chuckle at this.
"Fuck, didn't even realize we were missing a head" Happy mumbled, popping a toothpick into his mouth.
"Clay approached me at that fundraiser and threatened to kill me if I hurt you. Told him I was doing him a favour and buying Chuckie time. He didn't believe me so I had to get nasty" Alex blushed as she thought about admitting what she had told Clay earlier that evening. Happy grunted and quirked a brow at her. Alex carefully avoided the toothpick hanging from his mouth as she pressed a firm kiss to his lips.
"How the fuck am I supposed to even consider cheating on you when your cum drips down my thighs and soaks my panties all afternoon" Alex whispered hotly, slipping her leg over his thighs so she was straddling him. Happy's hands instinctively gripped her hips, thumbs rubbing the skin exposed between her jeans and tank top. He rumbled out a low moan as she ground her hips into the bulge in his jeans.
"Proud of ya. Not easy standin' up to Clay" Happy mumbled, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own, hands pushing her shirt up and over her head. They separated their kiss only to remove their shirts, hands exploring each other's bodies as if they were uncharted territory.
That night, they didn't fuck out their frustrations as Alex had hoped. Instead, Happy spent all night uncharacteristically making love to his wife. By the time they had finished round three, Alex was lying on her back and panting Happy's name like it was a prayer. As she lay there recuperating, Happy slid down the bed and put Alex through orgasm five of the night with his mouth and hands, her screams filling the otherwise silent house.
As she caught her breath, Happy smirking up at her devilishly, Alex thanked god that they hadn't fucked out their frustrations. She was about to return the favour when she heard the noises coming from the baby monitor on the dresser.
"Way to go, little girl" Happy chuckled, standing and tugging on his boxers.
"Hey! It's only half an hour before he would usually wake up anyways!" Alex laughed as she sat up and checked the time, 2:34 AM. "You're gonna have to go get him, I don't think I can walk right now"
Happy chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before leaving their room to get the crying toddler down the hall. He returned five minutes later to find Alex had slipped on one of his shirts, holding her arms out for Max as he rubbed the tears from his eyes with tiny fists.
"Did I wake you up, dude?" Alex asked, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. Max nodded, the soother in his mouth muffling his attempt at talking. She was sat crossed-legged on the bed, leaning against the headboard with Max on her lap. Happy settled next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his side.
"Go back to bed, Max" Alex whispered, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. Max nodded against her shoulder, the stuffed dog clutched tightly as he fell asleep nestled between his parents.
