Six months later

Happy backed Harlowe into the tiny storeroom, the metal shelves lined with extra shop supplies. He pinned her against the back of the door and ducked his face into her neck. Ever since he'd taken the part time gig in a tattoo shop in Oakland, Harlowe would come down for lunch. More times than not, the pair ended up messing around in the closet like a couple of horny teenagers. He couldn't explain it, but the idea of his woman driving across town to bring him a sandwich got him hard.
She smelled of vanilla from baking all day, her hair dusty with flour. Harlowe landed a job at a new bakery in Charming, filling her time up when Happy was out of town. Ever since, he couldn't get enough of the sweet scent along her pulse point.

His groin twitched eagerly as he mouthed the salty skin below her jaw.

"Oh." She moaned, her head cocking sideways to give him room to work as her hands spread wide against his stomach below his T-shirt.
His lips pulled up into a hungry grin, his canines flashing before he nipped the curved edge of her jaw.

"Hap." Harlowe clung to his ribs, her fingers scraping along his skin as her hips rocked against his groin. "I want you."

"Turn around." He growled into her ear, biting the lobe sharply. "Gonna fuck you but you gotta be quiet, don't need Stan hearing you cum."
"Okay." She panted, her hands braced on the shelf in front of her. Happy rumbled with a deep growl of satisfaction at the sight of her ass grinding against his aching dick.

"Horny little bitch." He rasped, sucking that sweet spot on her neck until she clawed at the shelf. His hands slid around her hips, his fingers caressing the bare skin just below the hem of her t-shirt. Teasing goosebumps across her skin.

He plucked the button to her jeans and yanked the zipper open roughly. With a sharp tug, he had her pants down and her hips canted just right to slid inside her. Harlowe released a moan before she could bite it back, her head hanging and her ass pushing back against his groin.

"Shhh." He warned gruffly, his own moans and groans muffled against her neck. "Gonna hear you baby."

"I'm trying." She whined, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Feels too good."

Happy hummed, his tongue tracing the soft curve of her neck before biting down harshly. He pumped into her hard and fast, with a tight grip on her hip.

He placed a hand over her mouth as she released a throaty moan, his actions too overwhelming for her to keep quiet. Happy felt the vibrations of her groans below his palm as he ground out a fast rhythm into her core. His eyes drifted down to their connection, his teeth grinding at the addicting sight of his wet dick sliding inside her tight body.

"Fucking hell." He growled against her neck, nipping and sucking her soft skin. "So tight 'n wet. You have any idea how fucking good you feel."
Harlowe groaned under his hand, her teeth biting at his fingers as he snapped his hips sharply. Happy released his hand slowly with a warning, "Gonna be quiet."

"Yes." She panted, her head thrown back against his shoulder as he fucked her thoroughly. "So good."

Happy held onto her hips, pulling her onto his dick while pushing even further inside. He felt her walls flutter around him, the velvet of her clinging to the swelling head with every plunge. She was just slipping over the edge of her orgasm when a solid knock on the door had him snarling.

"Fuck off."

"Clients here, Hap. Might wanna finish up."

"Fuck. Off." Happy barked loudly, before releasing a quick round of deep plunges pushing Harlowe off her precarious edge. She writhed in front of him, her hands scrambling to hold onto the shelving as he fucked her straight through her orgasm. Happy chased his own right after, his breathing heavy and panted against her shoulder as he ground himself off inside her.

"Fuck." She gasped, her temple resting on his arm braced against the shelf.

"Goddamn." Happy kissed her neck several times before pulling out. Harlowe hissed at the action and slowly moved herself upright.
"You okay?"

"Just sore." She muttered, rubbing her lower back. "I strained it at work."

"Shoulda told me." his hand going to rub out the tension. "Could've rubbed it instead of fucking you."

Harlowe scoffed, her eyes playful. "Who says I wanted a back rub instead of a good fuck?"

Happy grinned down at her, his hand sinking into her hair to cup the back of her head. He pulled her swiftly to his mouth, his tongue plunging filthily inside as she clung to him.

"Fuckin' love you, woman." He rasped against her bruised lips.

"Mm.. love you too, handsome." With a sigh, she kissed him softly on the chin.

"Hap." A voice barked from the hallway, the receptionist losing her patience. "Stop fuckin and starting inking or I'm handing your client to Stan."

"Jesus, I'm coming." Happy huffed, glancing down at Harlowe with a wolfishly grin.

"See you later baby." she replied, popping up on her toes to kiss the underside of his jaw.

Harlowe pulled into a driveway in front of the modest home in the outskirts of Charming. Happy and her bought it several months prior, the couple settling in after some remodeling work was completed. She hadn't realized how much she needed a real place to call home until they began personalizing it. It was the first time since before she was imprisoned that she felt truly happy and content. A new flame seemed to have ignited for the couple as well, the deep connection they'd had all those years ago only strengthening.

Climbing out of her vehicle, Harlowe grabbed the few grocery bags from the trunk before entering the home. She unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Her arrival was instantly met with the huge white body of their Staffordshire terrier named Opie. She'd never met the brother Happy lost several years back but the dog reminded him of the deceased Son. He was a gentle giant with the ability to take a man down if need be, just like his namesake. Happy was hoping he'd be a good security dog, but Harlowe was beginning to think he was more bark than bite.
"Hey big guy." She greeted, patting him heavily on the flank. "You been a good boy."

The deep bark was accompanied by a wildly wiggling body and nubby tail.

"Yeah you are." She cooed, grinning as he bounced towards the backdoor. Harlowe let him out to relieve himself while she put the groceries away. She was unloading the dishwasher when her cellphone rang, the device vibrating across the countertop. Harlowe grabbed it, sliding the answer button as Tara's name flashed.

"Hey, how's the little one?" She asked when she picked up. Tara had given birth the month prior to a little girl who they named Hannah Marie after Tara's grandmother. She was afflicted with the same heart defect as Abel and had surgery to repair it.

"Good. They said she can come home this weekend."

"That's great Tara." Harlowe replied with a sigh, "really great. Do you need anything done to get ready?"

"No, no. Jax has been home with the boys. They were making a banner for her while he got the nursery ready finally." Tara sounded exhausted, with good reason. Her pregnancy was not easy, the complications only compounded when they discovered the baby's heart defect. The mother of two was put on bedrest which resulted in a lot of things falling to the waist side.

"Well let me know. I can cook you some meals maybe? Then you don't have to worry about feeding the monsters."

Tara laughed, her mood lightening. "Yeah they've been handfuls lately. Jax caught Thomas on top of the shed yesterday with a blanket. He was about ready to jump off the damn thing."

"Jesus." Harlowe huffed, her eyes rolling at the idea of having to worry about a kid climbing on a roof. "Why?"

"He was testing his parachute." Tara chuckled with little amusement. "I swear that kid is turning my hair gray."

"I don't blame you. I can barely handle a dog and Happy, I couldn't do handle a mini version of him."

"You get used to it." She replied distractedly. "Shit I got to go. I'm working some hours before I take my leave."

"Okay. Let me know what the boys will like."

"Thanks, Lowe."

"No problem. Talk to you later."

"Yeah, see ya."

Happy pulled his bike into the spot next to Harlowe's cage, the loud rumble cutting off abruptly. He was removing his helmet and gloves as he walked up the pathway to the front door when it opened. Harlowe smiled at him as their dog rushed out, it's huge paws planting on his chest and shoulders.

"Hey big guy." Happy rumbled as he rubbed and patted the pitbull's large head and shoulders. "You keep shit square around here huh? You bite any bad guys for me?"

Harlowe chuckled as Opie wiggled all over, barking as Happy moved towards her.

"Honey, I'm home." He rasped as he stepped up to her leaning shape in the doorway.

"I see that." She smirked, her fingers walking up his chest before curling into the front of his shirt. With a quick tug, she pulled him closer and cocked her head back to kiss him. She tasted of wine and something sweet, her lips full and soft.

"Fuck." He rumbled as her fingers curled into his belt, tugging at it impatiently. "Whatcha need, baby?"

"You." She replied, her mouth moving along his jaw and neck, teasing the skin and lighting his body on fire.

"Didn't get enough this afternoon?" Happy walked her backwards into the house, his boot kicking it closed as he flipped the lock. "Greedy, little girl."

"You sayin' you're not in the mood?" She teased while backing away from him, edging just out of reach. "You tired old man?"

"Not too tired to fuck my ol' lady." His fingers curled into her thighs as he hiked her up his body, her legs wrapping around his waist. He was pinning her too the wall when the sound of a bike pulling up brought his head off the curve of her neck.

"Seriously?" Harlowe huffed, her head thumping against the wall in frustration.

Happy set her down before peering out the curtain near the window. He recognized the giant frame climbing from his bike, his helmet dangling off his handlebars already.

"Quinn." Happy kissed his old lady's head, "be right back."

He was pulling open the door as Quinn reached the front porch, Opie greeting the man enthusiastically.

"Down, Op." Happy rumbled, shooing him back inside as he asked,

"what's up, brother?"

"Need some advice." Quinn replied, holding his arm higher. "I brought beer."

"You're gonna have to suck up to Lowe, we were just in the middle of somethin'." Happy smirked, before entering the home.

"Shit." Quinn grumbled behind him. "Shoulda brought flowers instead."

"I'd prefer tequila." Harlowe took the beer from him to stick in the fridge. "And rocky road."

"Next time." Quinn flashed her a smile.

Harlowe relaxed in one of the wood adirondack chairs on their back porch as Happy grilled a few steaks. Quinn was stretched out next to her, his long legs cross at the ankles and a beer in his hand. She was grumpy with the intrusion at first but seeing the troubled look on the giant biker had her swallowing her frustrated words.

"You gonna spit it out yet?" Happy, however, had no problem pushing the conversation along, sipping a beer after closing the lid on the barbecue grill. He leaned against the deck railing, his eyes pinned to Quinn as he squirmed.

"Not gonna let a man eat first?" Quinn rumbled, fidgeting with his beanie.

Harlowe blushed as Happy growled, "coulda said the same thing when you rolled up asking for a favor."

"Aright, Aright." Quinn huffed, leaning forward to press his elbows into his knees. "Lyla's pregnant."

Harlowe's eyes widen at the confession, her chest tightening a bit at the news. It seemed as though everyone were expecting or having just given birth. Happy and her hadn't specifically talked about it, but parenthood definitely seemed to not be in their future. It hadn't been possible when she was young and imprisoned, now at forty it felt too late. Harlowe glanced at her old man. Not many people would notice the way the news shot tension through his shoulders. She could though and it only tightened her chest further. Harlowe knew that being a father was something of a hidden desire for Happy ever since Jax had announced Tara's pregnancy. He'd spent a few weekends with Jax getting their place ready for a third kid and when he'd come home, Harlowe would see a wistfulness that she'd never seen before.

"That a bad thing?" Happy asked, his voice rough around the edges.

"Depends on who you ask." Quinn scrubbed his face and tugged at his beanie. "Lyla aint exactly pleased with the news. Says she's too old to be starting again with a newborn."

"She's barely in her 30s." Harlowe muttered.

"You want to be a dad at your age, brother?" Happy's rasp with deadpanned but Harlowe could see the slight uptick of his lip.

"Fuck off." Quinn sipped his beer. "Least I'm not too old to knock up my ol' lady."

Harlowe felt her throat close at the jab thrown without a thought. She could barely look at Happy as Quinn seemed to hear what he'd said.

"Shit, Lowe.."

"Don't worry about it." She stood from her seat and cleared her throat.

"I'm gonna get the salad ready.

"Lowe." Happy called after her as she stepped through the open sliding glass door.

Ignoring him, she called over her shoulder, "you want another beer?"

Happy glared at Quinn as the slidIng door closed with a hollow thump.

"Shit. Sorry, man." His brother shook his head and rubbed his neck. "I didn't think."

"No shit." Happy grunted as he stretched out in Harlowe's vacant seat.

"You talk about it yet?"

"No."

"Why not?" Quinn sipped his beer. "Only way to know."

Happy rolled his shoulders uncomfortably at the personal conversation. He wasn't one to share but he'd talked to Quinn about the elephant living in his bedroom. Harlowe hadn't talked outright about motherhood but Happy watched her when she held Tara's daughter and he'd seen the longing in her face. He needed to know if Harlowe wanted to try for kids but he'd been too nervous to find out the answer.

"And if she doesn't?" He asked, his head rolling to the side to look over at Quinn.

"You won't know 'til you ask."

Happy threw the tennis ball across the yard for Opie, the giant dog bouncing over the deck edge and through the shrubs after it. He chuckled as he loped back, drool hanging from his jowls.

"Need a damn bib." He commented, grabbing the ball from his slobber covered mouth to chuck it back into the yard.

Leaning back in the lawn chair, Happy turned to watch Harlowe exit the house with a bottle of tequila. He smirked as she wiggled it and quipped,

"you need a drink as much as I do?"

"Fuck yes." Happy grumbled as she straddled his lap and sat down. His hands instantly found the curve of her ass, his fingers squeezing and rubbing affectionately. He loved the way she fit against him, her cheeks filling his palms perfectly.

"I know more about Lyla's uterus than I ever wanted to know." She threw back a shot before pouring him one.

"No shit and I've seen her pornos."

"Eww. Hap." Harlowe huffed, pulling away as he laughed and tugged her closer.

"C'mon, don't be like that." Happy rasped in that low tone he knew she loved, the one that would have her melting into his hands like warm caramel.

"I know what you're doin'." She murmured as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder, his tongue tracing the soft curve of her throat.

"What's that?" the gravel of his voice caused a shiver to roll through her body. His smirking lips brushed along her jaw to hover over her mouth. He kept his pitch colored eyes on her soft green ones, the heat in his gaze making her cheeks flush pink.

"You're distracting me." The words were panted as his hands worked their way under her shirt to cup her breasts. His thumbs circled her stiff nipples, the lacy bra hardening the peaks below. He rolled them tightly between his thumb and finger. The action had her bucking sharply in his lap. Her hips circling.

"Yeah." Happy sucked on the soft skin behind her ear and nipped the shell. "you mind?"

"God no." Harlowe sighed, her hands cupping his neck and head as he began sucking and biting her neck. He growled as her nails bit into his shaved skull, encouraging him to delve deeper. The tangy taste of tequila clung to her lips but the natural underlining sweetness of her tongue had him growling desperately.

"Oh, Hap."

Her moans grew as he pressed her firmly to his lap, rocking her hips against the ache in his jeans. Happy covered her mouth with his, swallowing the sounds from prying ears. They had space between their neighbors but not enough to have his old lady screaming outside as he fucked her.

"You want the neighbors to call the police sweetheart?" He teased when they pulled back to breath. His heartbeat was thrumming hard against his chest. The woman shaking the control he usually mastered.

"I don't give a fuck." Harlowe panted with swollen lips. "I want you."

"Here." He wasn't asking but letting her know what was about to happen. With a little maneuvering Harlowe's shorts and panties were gone. Happy's jeans shoved down just enough to give them room to work.

His fingers curled into the curve of her ass, his fingertips grazing the wet folds from behind. The sharp gasp she released as he teased her opening had him scraping his teeth along her neck as he growled lustfully.

"Gonna bury this in you." He gripped his dick, sliding the head along her wet core before smacking her clit with the swollen end.

"Do it already then."

She liked teasing reactions out of him when they were working each other over. The kind of words that hand his hands clutching bruises into her hips and teeth biting at the meat of her shoulder. He licked a broad path up her exposed throat, ending his path at her ear.

"Gonna tear you up."

His words sounded threatening and in any other situation might make a grown man regret ever crossing paths with him. It had Harlowe scratching her nails down his chest and stomach to grip his dick tightly.

"Prove it, old man."

Happy ceased to hesitate and pressed his dick passed the tight lips into the scorching heat between her thighs. His reveled in the shuttered gasp she released at his entry. A broad grin sliding across his usual stoic face. He placed a sloppy kiss on her chest, biting her nipple as he rocked up into her.

"How's that." He rasped hotly in her ear, not waiting for a reply. "Thick enough for you."

"Yes."

"You're taking all of it, huh." He smacked her ass sharply before grabbing it to guide her stuttered movement into quick snaps. "Greedy pussy."

"Fuck." She whined as he pressed her even tighter to his lap, driving into her even deeper. His hand slid along her hip to stretch his thumb down over her clit. With every rocked hip, the rough pad brushed at the tip of her hood. The motion dragging sharp cries of pleasure from her swollen mouth.

"Oh god. Oh... Happy." The words were smothered by his mouth and tongue as she came hot and wet all over his lap. He could only thrust three more times before he was pulsing hot and deep inside her.

"Fuck." Happy growled with bared teeth his breath hot on her ear. She shivered in his arms the feel of it making him pull her closer. His hands travelled up and down her thighs and ass. Warming her chilled skin.

"Jesus woman." He huffed out a breath as she relaxed into his chest, her sweaty forehead pressed into his neck. "Gonna kill me one of these times."

"Never."

"Do you want 'em?" Happy blurted out as they lay in a tangle of limbs, sweaty from their second round indoors. He could feel his heart kick up, the steady thump growing fever pitch in his ear as he waited for her to answer. Harlowe pulled her face from where it was plastered to his chest, her eyes hazy with sleep.

"Want what?" Her voice was hoarse from moaning, her lips swollen and red from his kisses.

"Rugrats." Happy grunted, pushing himself back to lean against the headboard when she rolled onto her side of the bed.

"We're doing this now?" Harlowe stared at him for a moment.

"Yes." Happy rasped, looking down at her from her prone position. "We keep avoiding it."

"Well it's not like we can anyways. " Harlowe huffed, her eyes dropping away from his, the action had his jaw tightening. He never wanted her to feel the shame flickering across her face.

"I'm probably too old."

"But you would want them?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"I asked you first."

"What're we five?" Harlowe chuckled as she pushed herself upright to face him, her hair ruffled from rolling around in bed. She was beautiful.

"Look I... hadn't before. Before I went inside I didn't think about it. We were young, dumb and having fun. Inside... I couldn't think about it because it was an option for free people and I wasn't."

"And now?" He cupped her knee, his thumb rushing along the curve of it in some attempt to draw the words from her hesitant lips.

Harlowe sighed, her eyes rising to his. "Now I see everyone having them, I see the way Tara looks at her daughter and I can't help but think..."

"What?" The gruffness of his voice was softened with his gaze and tender touch on her hip.

"That I missed out, or I'm missing out. I don't know." Harlowe gave a little sigh before she looked at Happy. "Are you mad?"

"No. Why would I be?"

"I don't know if you want them."

"I don't not want them." Happy's voice went softer, his eyes trailing over her guarded expression. "I think you'd be pretty fuckin sexy all knocked up."

Harlowe's rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder playfully, the curl of her lips achieving his goal to lighten the mood.

"Shut up."

"It's true." He slid his hand up her thigh and over her hip as he rasped. "Be all curvy and soft."

"You just want me to have bigger tits."

"Nah." He nuzzled into her bare chest, trailing his tongue along her breast bone. "But I won't deny it'd be hot if they got huge."
Harlowe purred as he began to kiss and suck at her breasts, her body arching to follow his hot mouth.

"Yeah, you like that." He sucked and nipped at her flushed skin, his tongue lapping at the goose bumped skin across her collarbones.

"Yes." She panted, her fingers curling into his shoulders.

"You want this mouth between your thighs?" His voice was gravelly, the rough sound of it sending shivers down Harlowe's arched body. Happy smirked as her hands pressed down on his shoulders.

"Please."

Happy obliged instantly, he wasn't able to say no to his old lady when she begged for it.

Harlowe stared at the ceiling, her legs up in the air with a paper sheet covering her lap. Her doctor was perched between her knees doing an exam of her nethers while his assistant watched from behind him. She winced as the blunt device was removed, a slight ache inside from the hard plastic.

"Okay, all done." Dr. Reese was a middle age male doctor, much to her old man's discomfort. Harlowe glanced over at Happy who looked as though he wanted to murder the doctor, rather than hear his diagnosis on Harlowe's ability to conceive.

"Well." Happy rasped, his eyes narrowed as the doctor patted Harlowe's knee.

"You can sit up and get cleaned up. We'll move this conversation to my office."

"How 'bout you just tell us." Happy growled, before Harlowe touched his clenched fist.

"Hap." She murmured, "help me get dressed."

She watched the doctor and his assistant duck out at the distraction, her eyes moving back to a seething Happy. "Calm down."

"Don't like him touching you." He grumbled, helping her sit up. She wiped away the slick gel between her legs and tossed the paper sheet. Harlowe took her underwear and pants from Happy, dressing quickly as he watched.

"You didn't need any help." Happy commented.

"I know but it gave them a means to escape you, killer." Harlowe replied with a smirk, "I need him alive if we wanna know if I can bake a kid for you."

"It's not just for me." Happy pulled her into his chest, "you want me to put a baby in you."

Harlowe felt her cheeks heat up at his gruff words, his mouth nuzzling into her neck. "Yeah."

"Mmhm." He rumbled against her head. "Let's go see if we can get to work."

Harlowe stood in the kitchen, her eyes out the bay window watching the rain come down. She idly sipped coffee, ignoring the way a Happy was staring at the back of her head. The heat of his gaze was palpable. It had her knuckles white around the handle of the mug as her other arm wrapped her waist. She wanted to turn around and look at him. She wanted to know if he was as devastated by the news as she was, but worse yet, she feared that maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was relieved.

"Lowe." His rough voice had a tremor running up her spine, the comfort of the familiar gravel.

"Yeah." She spoke without turning around, her fingers curling into her side anxiously.

Harlowe heard him sigh, followed by the rough scratch of his palms rubbing his stubbled head. She felt a spike of guilt for being difficult but then the words the doctor spoke would scroll along the underside of her tear swollen lids and she would wallow more.

Happy's hands were cupping her hips and his nose pressed into the back of her neck before she'd realized he'd moved from his seat at the kitchen table. She couldn't stop from leaning back into his broad chest and firm stomach. He wrapped his arms around her body and spoke low and rough, "he didn't say it couldn't happen."

"I think single digit percentages is as close to zero as you can get, Hap."

"That's everybody else with your condition, Lowe. That ain't us."

"I just..." she ground her teeth against the tears, she was so tired of crying. "I don't wanna get my hopes up. Hope just makes it hurt worse when it doesn't happen."

Happy made a sound of indignation, his lips pressing to the side of her neck. "If it doesn't happen, if."

"Hap."

"Lowe." Happy turned her around to face him, his hands coming up to her neck and jaw. Harlowe tried to look away but Happy merely tipped her chin up to meet her eyes. "Whatever does or doesn't happen, we do it together. Okay?"

Harlowe bit the inside of her cheek against the sudden flood of affection she had for the man looking down at her. He was widely known throughout the club for being the hardest, most ruthless of patches but not when it came to Harlowe. She blinked away the tears and gave him a watery smile, kissing the edge of the palm framing her face.

"Okay."

"Good girl."