A.N: This is just a short and sweet one. I'm going to just post chapters as soon as I get 5+ reviews, whether it's all in one day or takes a week. Looooove, Daisie.

"You're gonna think I hung the moon, you're gonna think I made the sky. That the sun rises and sets inside of my eyes."

TWENTY FIVE

"Why do you look so nervous?"

I looked over at Happy's amused face and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know."

His eyes were warm when he ran his knuckles down the side of my face and pushed his lips against my temple, silently offering me the strength that I needed.

We stepped inside of the clubhouse where all of the Sons were sitting or leaning against walls, everybody glaring at Gemma while she explained that they were wearing button-downs whether they wanted to, or not.

"Listen to my Old Lady." Clay chuckled from his spot at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hands. "She's not going to back down, it's easier just to agree."

Tigs was shaking his head. "I don't understand-"

"That's because you're an idiot." Chibs slapped him on the back, taking the information much easier than the rest of them. "It's not going to kill us to wear nice clothes for one night, lads. The woman wants to take a nice photo of her family to celebrate, suck it up and get it over with. Focus on the whiskey."

I didn't really understand why everybody was having such a hard time at the concept of having to wear formal attire for one night. I mean, I got it, they liked to wear their baggy jeans, but it was one night. Maybe the pregnancy hormones were getting to me and making me more frustrated than the situation usually would have bugged me.

"Anyway, Tori, Happy." Gemma drew me out of my thoughts when her eyes found mine in the crowd and she tilted her head as invitation. "I believe you have something that you'd like to share?"

Nausea formed in the pit of my stomach as everybody turned to look at us with questioning gazes. When she'd told me she was gathering everybody to make sure that we were all on the same page about what we were being forced to wear, I'd asked if she'd give Happy and I the time to let everybody know our news of expecting.

Happy looked down at me and, when he realised I wasn't going to say anything, he put his arm around my waist and rested his palm on my stomach. "I asked her to marry me."

"Fucking finally!" Tig's voice yelled out over the small hoots and hands banging around the room as everybody celebrated.

Jax walked up so that he was standing directly in front of us, Gemma hot on his heels so she could grab my hand and inspect the large diamond, ignoring the paperbag in my hand. "Fuck, this must have cost you a fortune."

"I thought the ring was going to burn a whole in your pocket if you carried it around any longer, Killa." Jax smiled, then grabbed Happy's free hand to shake it. "Proud of you, brother."

Happy had told me that he'd been planning on proposing for a while, but I'd thought that he was exaggerating about the length of time. With Jax's congratulations, I realised that I'd been wrong.

When she realised that her son was too busy talking to the Enforcer to pay her any notice, she leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Gonna share anything else, baby?"

I searched the room until I felt Chibs and let out a breath at his happy smile when he nodded at me. "Yes, but I've got someone that I want to tell first."

She followed my gaze and gave me a knowing smile before she patted me on the back and joined in on the conversation with the two Sons who had abandoned the topic of our engagement to speak about a new bike that Jax was looking at.

Bikers.

Chibs stood up and grabbed me as soon as I was in reaching distance, then cupped my cheeks. "I'm so proud of you, love. Look at how far you've come since you got here."

I pushed further into his large palms for a long moment and then withdrew and handed him the bag that I'd been carrying with me since I arrived. "I got you a present."

"Love, you didn't have to get me anything." His eyes flickered down to the bag I'd practically thrown in his hand, the confusion evident in his face. "I'm almost positive that engagements require the bride-to-be to get a present."

When I didn't say anything, he sat back at the table that he'd just vacated and nodded to the seat across from me, waiting for me to sit down before he pulled the paper inside apart.

I could see the confusion growing further on his scarred face as he pulled out the small onesie that I'd had specially made and his eyes ran over the words three times before he looked up at me. "What?"

"What's that?" Opie asked as he joined us at the table.

Realisation ran over Chibs at the same time that it seemed to hit the club's personal giant, and he all but threw the table out of the way to grab me.

Chib's rough hands pulled me out of my chair and he picked me up to cradle me against his chest, tears spilling from his eyes and dripping on the summer dress I'd put on that morning.

"What the fuck is going on?" Bobby asked.

There was a moment of pure silence where you could have heard a cricket chirp.

"Oh, yeah." Happy said calmly from his position in the silent room, everybody wondering why Chibs was holding me and silently sobbing. "And we're having a kid."

The Sons of Anarchy clubhouse erupted into cheers and congratulations, but Chibs refused to let me go, even when Happy snapped at him to stop touching me.

"My uncles are dangerous." Clay laughed out loud as he read the words on the onesie Chibs had dropped in his rush to get to me.

What I'd gotten printed was stupid and not witty in the slightest, but I'd been in a rush and it had been the best that I could come up with.

"But my God Father is the S.A.A, and that's deadly."