A/N: Honestly, thank you all so much for sticking with this story while I sort out my crazy life. Also, thank you for all the kind words for my father over the past couple of months, it means the world to me. Thank you for taking the time to read this story.
Also, for those who are reading "One Call Away" - I have decided to start over but I won't upload it until I have several chapters written out, so I will make an update in that story when that happens. My main goal as of right now is to wrap this story up.
Chapter 51 - Perfect Guy
Sutton watched as Happy disappeared out of the kitchen and into the back yard, and frowned. The brunette had noticed that the tattooed man was starting to act a little weird, and it was slowly starting to bother her. She wasn't quite sure what was going on with the man over the past few days, but she had enough.
Drying off her hands, she moved around the kitchen island and got Penelope out of her high chair, and held her little hand to help her walk outside into the back yard with Vito following closely to the little girl.
"Hap..." Sutton called out to the man who was working away on a jungle gym for Penelope, and didn't bother looking her way as he spoke.
"Yeah?"
Furrowing her eyebrows, Sutton had to get control over her hormones before she snapped at the large man, "What is going on with you?" Sutton questioned as cooly as she could, while Penelope chased Vito around the yard some.
"What?" Happy questioned, finally lifting his head a little to glance in her direction.
"Seriously? For almost the past week you've barely spoke to me. You've barely even been in the same room as me..." Sutton started to explain, then took a deep breath, "Is there someone else or something?" Sutton questioned lowly, not ever having to deal with this type of behaviour from Happy.
"No Sutton." Happy snapped lightly, "Got a lot of shit on my plate right now." Happy added, causing Sutton to bug her eyes out for a split second, but then managed to get a poker face back on.
"Babe, you can talk to me..." Sutton offered moving closer to the tattooed man, and then noticed he slightly jerked away from her, causing her to frown.
"Don't need to talk." Happy stood up quickly, "I need time to fuckin' breathe on my own without..." Happy stopped himself but Sutton raised an eyebrow.
"Without what?" Sutton questioned, slightly taken back by Happy's sudden attitude.
"Without you being attatched to my hip every waking second Sutton. Without having to deal with Penelope getting into absolutely everything the two seconds I turn away, I can't get shit done." Happy stated, causing Sutton's mouth to drop some, and unshed tears built in her eyes.
Sutton had no idea what to say to the man, and she wasn't even sure where any of this was coming from, and she definitely wasn't sure what had brought this on. Of course, since she had found out she was pregnant she was a little more attatched to Happy, but it was nothing crazy like he was making it out to be. And then Penelope, of course she would get into things, especially for being a curious one year old who just learned to walk.
"Sorry..." That was all Sutton could muster up, she wasn't even sure what to say because her feelings were extremely hurt for Penelope and herself.
Staring down at the ground, seeing her expanding stomach, Sutton wiped her cheeks quickly and moved to stand up in order to go back into the house.
"Think I'm going to stay at the club house for a few days..."
Sutton's heart dropped into her stomach at Happy's words, causing her to turn around to look at the man who was finishing off his beer in hand, and noticed the cold look in his dark eyes.
There was absolutely no way in hell that she was going to beg him to stay, or even at this point as questions because she was too pissed off. She had a daughter and unborn son to think about, and if it was too much for Happy to handle, then she didn't need him.
"Fine." Sutton stated, then turned to look at Penelope, and hollered for the little girl and the dog, and met them half way across the yard, and led them back into the house.
-SOA-
Later that evening, Sutton was sitting on the large couch after Happy had left for the club house, and was trying to wrap her mind around the events of that afternoon. She had no idea what had even happened, because she was under the assumption everything was fine.
Wiping her cheeks, she sighed when she heard the front door open and close, and knew that it had to of been Kozik or Tig, since Happy had left.
Lifting her head she saw Tig walking into the living room, and frowned at her face, and didn't get a chance to question what was going on.
"I..Is he cheating on me?" Sutton whimpered lightly, trying to control her emotions.
"What?" Tig was utterly confused on what had the brunette so upset.
"Is Happy cheating on me?" Sutton questioned clearly, wiping her cheeks again, "I know he went on a run about a week ago, ever since then he's been acting distant, and now he left to stay at the club house." Sutton explained.
Tig narrowed his eyes for a moment, thinking back to the run they had went on. He knew that a few gashes were trying to entertain Happy but he wasn't interested, and the last time he checked, the tattooed man had planned on proposing, "No, not that I know of." Tig answered honestly, sitting down beside the pregnant brunette and putting an arm around her shoulder, "What happened?" Tig questioned.
Sutton took a few moments before answering, "Honestly, I don't know." Sutton started, "He's been so short with me, I finally had enough and asked him this afternoon, he said he can't breathe because I'm attached to his hip and P always gets into stuff every time he looks away for two seconds..." Sutton wiped her cheeks again.
"That asshole." Tig shook his head in anger, and leaned over to kiss her head, "Sorry you're dealing with this shit doll." Tig added a few moments later, hating to see the woman so upset, especially since he thought of the brunette as a daughter.
"I don't know what I did wrong..." Sutton sighed, "How could he even say that about P? I mean, it's so not like him..." Sutton added, rubbing her temples.
"I don't know kid, but I'm going to find out." Tig stated, "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me." Tig added, giving her shoulder a squeeze before standing up and heading out of the house.
-SOA-
Pulling into the club house parking lot, Tig wasted no time in getting off of his parked bike, and heading straight into the club house. His blue eyes scanned the large room and spotted the tattooed man in the corner with a beer in hand and a blonde gash dancing in front of him, causing Tig's blood to boil.
Storming towards the man, he pushed the gash away, "Get lost."
Happy's dark eyes narrowed at Tig, and growled the moment his brother knocked his beer out of his hand, causing a loud crash to echo some, "What the fuck is your problem?!" Happy growled, standing up.
"You. You're my fucking problem!" Tig sneered, "You have a pregnant girlfriend at home that's upset, trying to figure out what she did wrong, while you're sitting here eye fucking some whore."
Happy rolled his eyes in annoyance and let out a small scoff, "Pretty sure that I don't have to answer to you." Happy stated, and raised an eyebrow the moment Tig had pushed him, "Don't fucking touch me again..." Happy warned.
Tig didn't hesitate on pushing the tattooed man again, which caused the tall man to retaliate and pushed the man back, which ended up getting fists thrown, until Opie, Juice and Bobby had quickly broke it up.
"You fucking hurt her again, and I'll kill you myself!" Tig sneered, causing Happy to narrow his eyes at the crazy haired man as they were both held back.
"She's not your problem! Get that through your fucking head." Happy growled dangerously low.
"I'm making it my problem when she's carrying your second kid and you can't get your head out of your ass long enough to see the damage your causing to her and those kids!"
"Leave my fucking kids out of it." Happy warned.
"Or what?!" Tig smirked, and watched as Happy tried to lunge at him, but was dragged backwards by Bobby and Juice, as Opie had called for a few hang arounds to help hold Tig back.
-SOA-
Over the course of three days, Sutton had been reeling on different emotions since Happy had left for the club house. She wasn't even surprised that he hadn't tried to call her or check on Penelope, and it was starting to take a toll on her, emotionally.
She was thankful that Penelope didn't seem to notice that something was off with her parents, and decided to keep her routine down, and had allowed the little girl to sleep in bed with her through the night.
The dark haired woman was slightly surprised to see Happy walking through the front door of their home, sporting a few bruises on his face, along with a busted lip, knowing that it was probably from Tig, but she decided to not say anything to the man as he walked into the living room.
"Where's P?" Happy questioned looking around the room.
"She's down for her nap." Sutton replied, and could still see the cold look in Happy's eyes, and decided to remain quiet after that.
Happy gave a nod, and sat down in the closest chair, "We need to talk." Happy stated, causing Sutton's stomach to roll with knots, and turned off the TV and shifted herself to look at him, and could tell that he was tired.
"You, Penelope, and the baby mean everything to me..." Happy started out, and Sutton quickly realized that this conversation was going to be one that she didn't like, "But I need some space." Happy stated, running a hand over his face, "Things have happened so fast with us, I just...I think we need a break from it." Happy commented, "Doesn't mean I won't be here for you, P and the baby, I just..."
"Want to be single? Want to not have responsibilties? Someone attached to your hip? A kid to look after?" Sutton shot off after a scoff escaped her lips, "Get the fuck out of my house." Sutton shook her head in disbelief.
"Sutton..."
"No, I don't want to hear shit you have to say. You walk out of that door, I don't want you stepping foot back in here. I don't give a fuck about your excuses." Sutton moved off the couch.
Sutton glared at the man who didn't move from his spot on the chair, but instead his dark orbs were glued to her, "What? Do you want me to beg you to stay? To be in a relationship with me? To be a father to our children? It's not going to happen. You've hurt me for the last time. Now get your shit and get out."
"I just need time..." Happy started to speak but Sutton cut him off.
"I don't give a fuck what you need." Sutton spoke calmly, knowing that her being pregnant and upset wouldn't do any good for her son, or her daughter sleeping upstairs, "Now get what you need and leave. You got your out Lowman, congratulations."
Sutton decided to walk into the kitchen to collect her emotions, not fully comprehending how her heart had just gotten broken into a million pieces, and she didn't even understand why. Wiping her cheeks, she braced herself against the kitchen island, trying to figure out what to do now and felt a strong headache quickly approaching.
She stood there frozen for what seemed like hours, but it was only long enough to see that Happy had packed a few bags, and stood in the kitchen doorway, "I'll be in touch about seeing P, and going to the baby's appointments." Happy stated lowly.
Sutton blinked the tears away and found herself looking up to the tattooed man, at a loss for words, with nothing leaving her mouth. As she stood there and watched as Happy lifted the bags from the floor, she watched the man she loved walk out of the house without another word.
A/N: So, what do you think is going on with Happy? Do you think Sutton handled it okay, or do you think she should have said more? What's your thoughts?