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Overexposed

Chapter 2: Love in All Its Forms

By Love Ink

Happy hated seeing his Mom laid out in the hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of shit. Hated that there was nothing he could do about it. Chloe had tried to make it look more homey. Making sure his Ma had her own private room, putting the sheets from home on her bed, and filling her room with plants. Anything she wanted, Chloe made sure she had. Happy was thankful for that; he might hate being in the damn room, but his Ma didn't seem to mind so much. She was sleeping peacefully now, though her breathing was more labored than usual, something he only knew because he couldn't stop watching the rise and fall of her chest. Chloe had assured him that his Ma was doing okay, that she had more time, but he was reluctant to believe her. If she was doing okay, they'd have let her go home.

He rubbed a hand over his face, fighting to keep his tired eyes open. It'd been a long time since he'd slept. Between his Ma and his club, he was always running around. He didn't need sleep though; he just needed his Ma to get better. If staying awake meant his Ma got everything she needed when she needed it, he was more than happy to stay awake for her. He'd catch a nap later when she went to her appointment. Not now.

"Want some company?" a voice said from the doorway.

He lifted his head to find Chloe leaning against the doorjamb, a concerned look on her face. She'd been his anchor since the first day his Mom had been admitted to the hospital, making sure he knew exactly what was going on without babying him. He knew she was the reason no one bothered him despite the fact he was there way past visiting hours, practically all day every day unless his club needed only time he went home was at night sometimes to sleep. And even that was rare. Sitting back in his chair, he nodded in reply, too tired to say much more.

Her worried hazel eyes raked over him before she moved just within arm's distance of him, his mother's chart in her hands. He moved his hand to her thigh, just wanting to touch her in some way. For some reason, just being near her, touching her, eased the chaos going on in his mind. "She's not declining," Chloe stated, stepping closer to him knowing it was what he wanted.

Slowly, he pulled her down onto his lap, looking over the chart with her, one arm moving around her waist to stroke the soft skin of her stomach. "Ain't doin' better either," he muttered, staring at the nonsense on the paper in her hands.

"Stable is good, Hap," she assured him, her eyes focused on the paper. "Needs to be stable before she can get better."

He grunted in response; they both knew she wasn't going to get better, but he appreciated the sentiment. "Can we at least take 'er home?"

"Doc's want to keep her for a little while longer," she said, massaging the back of his neck as she kept reading. Happy let his head fall forward to give her fingers better access, closing his eyes for a moment and letting himself relax. He felt her lips brush across his temple. "Sleep, Hap. 'm here. I'll watch her."

Happy sighed, lifting his head to glance over at his Ma. She was still sleeping soundly, and he had no doubt, Chloe would stay there until he woke up. "You workin'?" he asked, though he knew the answer. She wasn't wearing scrubs, a clear indication she wasn't working, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Nope," she answered on a sigh. "Just here for Lena. Sleep. I'll keep watch. Wake you if anything happens."

He knew she would do it too. Chloe had never once let him down when she said she was going to do something. He liked that about her. She didn't lie to him nor did she try to con him into doing things he didn't want to do. She was always straight up with him even though he couldn't always be so honest with her. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back against the chair. She shifted a bit, getting comfortable in his lap while she pulled a book from her purse. Another one of her murder-mysteries. He read it a bit over her shoulder before his eyes grew too tired to stay open, and he drifted off to sleep.

Happy didn't know how long he'd been out, but he woke up to the sound of his mother's hoarse laughter. Chloe was no longer on his lap but sitting on his Ma's bed showing her something on her iPad. He didn't know what they were laughing about, but he closed his eyes anyway, pretending to be asleep to see if he could catch a hint of what it was. He smiled when he heard Evie's little voice followed by loads of splashing and Angela's laughter. Chloe was laughing quietly along with it. "She's a little mermaid," she whispered, pride in her voice as if it were her own daughter she was watching. "Ang says she freaks every time they try to take her outta the pool."

"Que preciosa! She looks just like Angelita did at that age," Elena mused with a rough laugh that turned into a rough cough. (How precious!)

Happy was out of his seat in seconds, taking a step closer with a glass of water ready in his hand. "Here you go, Ma."

She waved him away, clearing her throat as she relaxed against the pillows. "I'm good, mijo. Did you see this video? Little Eva es tan linda." (Eva is so cute/pretty.)

He nodded; he'd seen every video Angela sent Chloe. Had been in the same room when they were talking on that stupid video chat stuff, yet he hadn't stepped in, hadn't talked to her once since she'd left Charming. He told himself it was to keep her happy, make it easier for her to be away from her home, her family, but really it was for himself. He hated having her so far away, hated the idea of talking to her through a damn camera. It wasn't right. Clearly Angela felt the same way because she hadn't tried to call or contact him either. Two long years of radio silence on both ends. It drove Chloe crazy, but he knew it was better for both of them. It made being apart easier. "Kid was better behaved," he put in with a roll of his eyes.

"Kid had you two. I'm sure Eves get away with a lot more than Ang ever did," Chloe said on a laugh.

"Idiot's a sucker," he muttered under his breath, settling in the chair again. He rubbed at his eyes a moment just as there was a knock on the door.

He looked up to see Tig's wild head of curls peeking in, a Tupperware container in his hands. "From Venus," he said, waiting until Elena waved him in before entering. "Magic brownies."

Chloe gave him a glare for that. "I can hear you, Trager. I am a nurse, you know."

"Yeah, but you won't say anything. Will ya, doll?" he teased with a wink.

She rolled her eyes in response, shaking her head at him. "Do they help at all?" she asked the sick woman in the hospital bed.

Elena smirked and nodded. "Less pain without all the fog of the drugs. And its organic, no?"

Tig laughed, sitting at the edge of the hospital bed. "I knew I liked you, Mrs. Lowman," he stated, popping the top off the Tupperware and handing them to the sick woman before grabbing a brownie for himself. He offered it to Happy who took one as well before Tig held it out to Chloe. "C'mon, nurse. Just one. They're delicious."

Happy watched her consider the brownies and wondered if in the past, she would've taken it. Wondered if she'd ever tried marijuana or if she was a straight laced kind of girl. He quickly shook his head, surprised by the thought. He'd never cared about a girl's past before, yet here he was wondering what she was like as a teenager. He had a feeling she was nowhere near as crazy as Angela had been. "I'll pass, thanks," Chloe said, pushing away the container. "They smell amazing though."

"She said you'd say that. 's why she made you these." He handed her a smaller container with a small note attached to it.

Chloe's eyes lit up as she grabbed it, a big smile on her face. "Oh, I love her. Say thank you for me."

Happy smirked, watching Chloe as she took a big bite and let out a moan of appreciation. If there was one way into Chloe's heart, it was with chocolate. Girl loved it. She had a little dish in her living room that was always filled with Hershey's Kisses. He found the balled up foil from them everywhere. Once, he'd even found one in the pocket of his cut. It was still there. Sometimes he found himself playing with the little ball when he was bored, thinking of the warm way she tasted while he did. "Good shit," he said around the bite of brownie in his mouth.

Tig beamed with pride as he shrugged a shoulder. "I know." He took another bite of brownie in his hand. "Any word from Ang?"

"I talked to her yesterday," Elena said with a warm smile. "She's doing well. Eva gets bigger and bigger everyday."

The SAMCRO VP looked over to Hap for a moment. "She doesn't know about all this, does she?" he asked, gesturing around to the hospital room.

Happy noticed the way Chloe tensed a bit and raised an eyebrow. "She know, Braun?"

"You told me not to tell her, didn't you?" Chloe answered evasively.

He nodded, though he had a sneaking suspicion she'd gone and told her anyway. A part of him hoped she had; he missed his kid and knew deep in his gut that she should be at the hospital with him. It would certainly lift his Ma's spirits to see her again. And if he was honest, he needed her there too.

Angela stared at her over-filled suitcase, her stomach churning. She'd been throwing clothes in and tossing them out since the night before, not bothering to fold or organize any of it, just shoving it inside carelessly. Looking at it now, she realized there was no way it was going to get zipped closed. For a moment, she considered getting her act together and actually folding her clothes, but that also sounded like a lot of work. "Fuck it," she muttered, closing the lid and laying on top of it while she desperately tried to get it to close. Juice chuckled from the doorway, making her stop and glare at him. "Shut up. It won't fit."

He gently nudged her aside, opening the bag again and shaking his head at the contents. "Baby, you gotta fold this shit if you want it to fit."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," she drawled sarcastically, throwing herself onto the bed next to it. "I don't want it to fit 'cause I don't want to go."

"But you gotta for Lena," Juice reminded her as he assessed the bag. "You get the tickets yet?"

She rolled her head to the side to look at him and sighed. "No. I got the flight picked out and its up on the computer, but I haven't hit confirmed yet. Dino's lettin' me use his points from work, so its not going to cost us anything."

"He told me. 's nice of him," he said, emptying her bag out to start fresh. "Think you should take Eves with you. She should spend some time with Lena while she can."

Angela closed her eyes, already dreading the thought of taking Evie on a plane by herself. Evie hadn't been a good flier when she was a baby; she doubted that would change much. He was right, though. Evie should have the opportunity to spend time with her Nana Lena while she still could. "Yeah," she rasped, opening her eyes to look at him. "Guess she's overdue for a Charming trip."

"Make sure she stays away from SAMCRO. Don't want any of 'em near her. Just Hap, Tig, and Quinn."

"Got it. No cuts allowed around her, promise," she agreed, watching him work. The muscles in his arms moved smoothly under his caramel skin as he rolled her shirt into a tight little roll and set it gingerly inside the suit case. She could always tell how stressed he was by how orderly their house was. Most of the time, it was just neat and tidy. Sometimes, if he was worried or stressed, he'd go through and put everything in their pantry in alphabetical order or organize their closet by color. Watching him now, she saw he was consciously putting her clothes in by color, but she hadn't needed that hint to know he was worried; it was written all over his face.

"Angel?" he asked, pulling her from her study. "You hear me?"

She smirked and shook her head. "Nope. Those guns are pretty distracting."

He made a show of flexing for her, a big grin on his face. "Was sayin' Ken changed his flight. They're landin' in Oaktown 'stead of here. Jazzy too. Figured it'd be nice to have him there since I can't be."

Angela sighed in relief. "That's perfect. Thank you," she murmured, feeling a little bit more secure about going. She knew having Kenny there would help her stay strong. He was quiet, calm, and he would help tremendously with Evie. "I called Skeet. Told him to round up all the papers he's been bitching about, so I can take a look at them."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You gonna work while you're there?"

She shrugged a shoulder, smiling a bit. It was something she was actually looking forward to. The only thing she was looking forward to. It'd been two long years since she'd gotten to work on a decedent, and the mere mention of it was making her hands twitch with excitement. "Might as well. Least I can do some work at the funeral home. Make sure my skills haven't gotten rusty."

Juice gave her a doubtful look, shaking his head as he threw one of her panties in her face. "Like that's possible." She threw it back at him, laughing when he caught it. His smile faded a bit as he folded it and tucked it into the suitcase. "What if you run into Chibs?"

Bile rose up in her throat at the idea of seeing the Scot again. "Then I'll show him my gun," she answered, holding her thumb and forefinger up in the shape of a gun. "Pow."

A look of amusement passed across Juice's face. "Angel…" he dragged out, shaking his head at her with an amused smirk.

"Bad idea?"

"As much as he deserves it, I'd rather you didn't set that kind of example for our daughter."

She frowned a little, hating the idea of Evie being anywhere near her while she was carrying a gun. That was their past life. A life they'd worked hard to get away from. And now, here she was, jumping back in headfirst. "Fair enough," she gave in on a sigh. "Why would Chibs even be there?"

"Lena's Hap's mom, club's going to be there for him. His family is their family."

Angela watched as he paused in his organizing, his hand rubbing over the black square that covered what once was his Reaper tattoo. It was an unconscious action he did whenever he thought about the club. "He's not my fuckin' family," she muttered bitterly. "Hopefully Hap will have the good sense to tell him to stay the fuck away."

He bobbed his head in agreement. "Speakin' of Hap...he know you're comin'?" he asked, zipping the suitcase up with ease before moving it to the floor.

She shrugged again, unsure if Chloe had told him or not. "Dunno. Probably not," she answered, smiling as Juice threw himself down beside her. She stared up at the blank ceiling trying her best not to think of all the problems that could happen during her brief visit to Charming. "Speaking of Charming...how come we never got a mirror here?"

His eyes went to the ceiling, considering it for a moment before shaking his head. "Dunno, but I'm sure we can get one," he said with a shrug before he scowled. "Stop distracting me. We got shit to talk about."

"I'm tired of talking about it," she admitted with a soft sigh. "I'm going over there to say goodbye to the woman who practically raised me. It's pretty fucked up, and I don't want to dwell on it anymore. I can't. It hurts too much."

He moved in closer to her, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Leaning over, he caught her lips in a quick kiss. "You got this, baby. You are the strongest woman I know, and I love you so much."

"Love you too," she murmured kissing him again. She held his face in her hands, studying it for a moment as she stroked her thumbs over his cheeks. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," he answered, shaking his head, no, as he said it. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, breathing deeply. "I'ma miss you. The way you smell," he murmured, kissing her neck. "The way you think," he kissed her forehead, "your beautiful smile," he kissed her lips before trailing kisses down her chest and burying his face in her cleavage. "These."

Angela laughed, running her hand through his hair. "Get outta there, goof!"

He chuckled, slanting his lips against hers as his hands slid under her shirt. She parted her lips, moaning softly when his tongue moved into her mouth. His hands moved to the front of her shorts, tugging open the button. He placed open mouthed kisses along her stomach, licking over her koi fish tattoo, a small smile forming on his lips when she shivered underneath him. "Where's Monk?" he asked, hesitating at the waist of her shorts, unsure of whether to pull them down.

"With your sister," she said, lifting her hips off the bed to allow him to pull her pants down. He pulled back a little to appreciate the dark purple, lace panties she was wearing. His fingers smoothed over the dark purple lace making her squirm underneath his touch. "Like those?"

He nodded enthusiastically, sliding them down her legs before bringing them to his face and taking a long sniff. "Mmm. I'm keeping these."

Angela wrinkled her nose, nudging him with her foot. She knew he loved her panties, that sniffing them was something he did fairly often, but it weirded her out when he did it in front of her a bit. "Nasty boy," she teased, laughing when he blew a raspberry against her stomach. He lifted his head, a bright smile crossing his features making her heart skip a beat. "I love you," she repeated feeling warm and gooey all over. "I love you so much. I don't want to leave."

Juice moved over her, kissing with a low growl. "Love you. Gonna miss you so much, baby. Be fuckin' lonely without you."

She lifted her leg, hooking it around her hips and pulling him in closer. "Don't say shit like that," she told him, nipping at his lower lip. "You're makin' it harder."

He looked down at the bulge in his pants and gave her a wolfish grin. "That's what he said," he breathed, dipping to kiss her again. When he pulled away, there was a nervous look in his eyes. "You'll call? And text and send me pictures?"

If he wasn't so serious, she would've laughed at how random his question was. They were about to get it on, and he decided to get serious on her. "Baby, I'll send you all the pictures you want. Call, Facetime, sext, you name it, its happening."

A relieved smile spread across his face. "Good," he nodded, appeased. "Now, I'm gonna give you something to remember me by."

"How could I ever forget you?" She raked her fingers through his hair as he moved his hands all over her body, his lips searing her skin as he kissed over every inch of her. This was a memory that would be ingrained in her head forever. Being alone with him, in that moment, made all her troubles melt away. For just that moment, it was just him and her, husband and wife. She was in absolute heaven, a feeling she knew wouldn't last. In just a few short hours, she'd go from this heaven to a new kind of hell, and she prayed the memory of this moment would calm her during the chaos she was about to subject herself to.

After eating more than his fair share of Venus' brownies and his mother's insistence, Happy finally went home to get some sleep. He smirked as he stretched his long legs out on Chloe's bed. It was strange to him how he equated Chloe's house with 'home' now. He'd hadn't had a set home since he was a teenager living at his Ma's house. Being with the club, he usually took over one of their apartments or stayed in a dorm room at the clubhouse; he'd never had a place of his own. Never thought it was necessary. It was stupid to spend so much money on a place he would barely spend any time in.

He liked Chloe's house, though. Loved her dog, her bed, the general warmth and comfort that permeated the place. It was always pristinely clean and smelled mostly like some kind of incense she liked to burn. Some days, he came over and the place reeked of sage and lavender because she'd spent the whole day 'cleansing' it. He didn't believe in that shit, but he had to admit, he liked the smell. She'd even tried to cleanse him once. He'd looked at her like she was crazy and had almost burned the crap out of him when she couldn't stop laughing…which had made him laugh in response. Yet another thing about her he liked. He could count on one hand the number of women who'd ever made him laugh. Three of them were related to him.

Chloe walked down the stairs, a towel around her shoulders, her wet hair looking longer than it did when it dried. She was make-up free and wearing a pair of NYPD sweatpants and one of his tanks. He knew the sweats belonged to her deceased fiancée which annoyed him, but he kept quiet about it. She put up with so much of his shit, it was only fair he let something as minimal as that go. She was wearing his tank, after all. She sunk down on the couch next to him, drying her hair a bit with the towel, a few beads of water landing on his arm as she moved. Hades came to her, and she smoothed her hand over his silky coat, cooing to him and spoiling him with love the way, he imagined, she would a kid.

"She's comin', isn't she?" he asked, thinking about his own kid.

A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips, giving him the answer he needed. "Maybe."

He gave her a knowing look. "Braun."

She rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue at him. "Of course she's coming, Hap. Lena practically raised her. She's gotta be there for her now. And you need her. Magic brownies or not, this is the calmest I've seen you in months, and I know its 'cause you know Ang is comin'. You can't deny that."

He grunted in response. She was right, of course. The minute he got the slightest hint his kid was on her way, he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Whatever," he grumbled, setting a hand on her knee. "Idiot comin'?"

Once he initiated contact, she usually wasn't slow to follow. She brushed the back of her hand over his cheek in a soothing motion. "Not sure. I'm sure he'll try, but she's not gonna let him. Not if it puts him in danger."

He briefly considered going to Chibs and telling him the whole story just so Angela would have the support she needed when the shit inevitably hit the fan. He had enough on his plate, though. He didn't know how Chibs would react when he told him about his betrayal, and he didn't need that extra shit on his plate. Not when his Ma was so sick. "And the brat?"

"Dunno. Ang just said she was coming, but I think Juice would push her to bring Evie over. He's all about family."

"Hope so. Ma would like that."

Chloe smiled softly, nudging him lovingly with her elbow. "You would too."

He smirked a bit; she knew him too well. Though he heard stories and saw videos, he'd never actually talked to his niece. He wondered if she even knew who he was. "Yeah," he admitted softly. "Ain't gonna be easy on 'er."

"Ang is strong. If anyone can handle this, it's her."

Happy nodded in agreement. "She happy over there?"

She nodded, tracing over his tattoos with a finger. "She misses you. Always asks about you. You two are just stupid and won't talk to each other if it's not face to face…which is totally ridiculous, by the way. You two use to talk on the phone, right?"

That was a complicated manner; one he'd discussed with her time and time again. It always ended with both of them incredibly annoyed at each other. Back when she was in Tacoma, and he had to go on a run, he'd talk to her all the time. Make sure she stayed on the straight and narrow and wasn't messing around with any Mayans. But she was all grown up now. She didn't need his constant check ins. He'd let her go. All he wanted was for her to be happy and stay happy without him intervening with all his SAMCRO shit. "Don't worry about it," he answered, fighting a yawn.

"All right," she conceded, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "You're switchin' dwarves on me. Time for bed, Sleepy."

Happy rolled his eyes at her. "Switchin' dwarves?"

"Like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves," she explained slowly. He gave her a blank stare, though he knew what she was talking about. Angela had teased him about it more than once. Chloe smirked. "You want me to rattle them off for you?"

"Can you?"

"Happy, Sleepy, Grumpy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey, and Doc," she rattled off all on one breath. "I've seen you go through just about five of those save for Bashful and Doc, but I'm sure Ang has seen the Doc. I'm sure you were the best at skinned knees and shit. All tough love and 'walk it off' type shit. Its the Bashful part I'd love to see. Get some blush around those dimples you like to pretend you don't have."

He shook his head at her, fighting against a smile. "Ain't ever gonna happen."

She raised her eyebrows at him, a sparkle in her eyes. "Well, that's a challenge if I've ever heard one," she stated determinedly. "Just watch, Lowman. I'ma make you blush. Just you wait."

He chuckled roughly. "You're somethin' else, Braun."

Chloe leaned over to smack a kiss to his cheek. "You better believe it." She stood, grabbing his hand and trying-and failing-to pull him up from the couch. "C'mon Sleepy. Bedtime."

"How 'bout I show you Horny instead?" he teased, slapping her ass as he got to his feet.

She looked at him perplexed, though her pupils had gone big. "You know, I'm not familiar with that one," she replied, playing dumb.

Happy had been with women. Tons of them. But Chloe had been the only one who had caught his interest. The only one that held it enough for him to joke around with her like this. He had to admit, he enjoyed it. Grabbing her around the waist, he threw her over his shoulder, caveman style, enjoying her laughter as she went willingly. "I'll introduce ya."

Lots of fluffy stuff in this chapter, I know. But I'm having some fun playing with Hap and Chloe's relationship and exploring more about Chloe herself. They're an odd duo, and she's a lot more interesting than I originally thought. ;)

As always, let me know what you think! Y'all make my day with your reviews and comments! :)

~Love Ink