A/N: Thank you for all the reviews on the last chapter, I truly appreciate everyone taking the time to read this story. Also, thank you for sticking through this story the past couple of months.

Chapter 55 - Perfect Guy

Staring at the large cell phone screen, Sutton sighed as she hit the dial button. The pregnant brunette was at her wits end with the tattooed man who would not leave the house in fear of not being allowed back in since Sutton was through with him. She didn't know what else to do besides call in reinforcements.

"Hey doll, everything alright?" Tig's voice rang through the phone.

Sutton let out a small sigh, rubbing her large stomach as she sat down on the large bed, "I need a favor."

It had been going on a week since Happy had came back home, wanting to work things out with her, but things weren't the same this time around. She completely understood that Happy had fears, because she did as well, but she didn't take the easy way out and leave him, she would talk to him about it, and she was extremely hurt that he thought he couldn't talk to her. It didn't help that she felt like she was on lockdown in her own home, and was walking on eggshells because of the tattooed man.

"What's going on mama?" Tig questioned.

"I need you to come over here and talk some sense into Happy." Sutton stated, "He won't even leave the house, he thinks I'll change the locks or something." Sutton slightly scoffed when she heard Tig's small chuckle.

"You thought about it though, didn't you?" Tig questioned with a laugh.

"It's tempting. I feel like I can't breathe." Sutton explained, "I don't need to deal with all this shit, I'm almost seven months pregnant. He thinks everything is going to go back to how it was, and it's not." Sutton added, almost on the verge of tears.

"Don't cry kid, I'm on my way." Tig replied.

Sutton wasn't surprised that Tig had hung up the phone without a good-bye, but she was thankful that he was on his way to hopefully knock some sense into the tattooed man who had been posted up on the couch for almost the past week.

Of course she had thought about giving him a break, because people do make mistakes and do things they regret, but she had children to think about. If it was just her, it would be easier to make the decision. But now, not only did she have to worry about her daughter, she had to worry about her un-born son, who still didn't even have a name. She refused to allow the tattooed man to walk in and out of their lives just because he gets scared.

Letting out a deep breath, Sutton struggled to get off the bed and decided to head back downstairs where Penelope was playing in the living room with her father.

"Everything okay?" Happy questioned, causing the pregnant woman to glare at him.

"No, everything isn't okay." Sutton snapped lightly, making sure to not get Penelope's attention, "You need to stop holding yourself hostage in my house. I don't want you hear, we aren't getting back together. I'm not going to keep you from the kids, but Jesus Christ, let me fucking breath." Sutton growled, storming into the kitchen without bothering to let Happy reply.

Resting her elbows on the kitchen island, Sutton covered her face with her small hands, trying to calm herself down, but found herself crying.

"Babe..." Happy's voice caused her head to drop a little further, finally having enough of the persistance.

"Just stop!" Sutton shouted, "Please! You made the choice for yourself, I get that you were scared, but I'm fucking hurt Happy and I'm almost seven months pregnant with a son who doesn't even have a name yet! I told you that I would not keep the kids from you, but now I'm making the choice for myself and for our kids."

Happy stood there speechless for a minute, "I just want to fix us."

"You can't fix something that's broken Hap." Sutton shook her head and wiped her cheeks, "It fucking hurts that you thought you couldn't talk to me about things that were upsetting you. I thought we came a long way from where we first started, and it's like we are back at that point where I don't even know who you are." Sutton wiped her cheeks, thankful that the door bell went off, causing Happy to narrow his dark eyes towards her for a moment and then headed for the front door.

Happy rolled his dark eyes seeing the crazy haired man standing on other side of the door, and then looked behind him to Sutton, "Really?" Happy shook his head and then answered the door.

"Hey brother." Tig walked into the house, and saw Sutton wiping her cheeks, and then glanced to Penelope in the living room who was watching a cartoon, "Figured I would see how you guys were." Tig added as Happy shut the door.

"Cut the shit. I know she called you." Happy commented, and watched as Tig glanced to Sutton before looking back to him.

"Alright, fine. You need to give her a break man." Tig commented following Happy into the kitchen while Sutton went into the living room with Penelope.

Happy ran a hand down his face, and grabbed a beer for him and Tig, "She that upset about me being here?" Happy questioned lowly, and Tig thought for a moment before answering.

"Brotha, she's pregnant. You bailed on her and P when she needed you the most. You missed so much with P's birth, and then you tell her you want a break this time around?" Tig questioned, causing Happy to sigh after he took a long swig from his beer, "She says you won't leave the house, afraid you won't get back in." Tig laughed a little.

"I fucked up bad man. Wouldn't put it past her at this point, don't say I don't blame her if she did though."

"She just needs time, she's exhausted, the baby's room isn't even done, she's stressing out because you two haven't even talked about names, she has P to watch, and then on top of all that, you are acting like a damn couch potato." Tig commented, "If you live in the garage, I bet she would be less stressed." Tig joked and realized he just gave the tattooed man an idea when he called for Sutton.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like..." Tig was cut off by Sutton walking into the kitchen to look at the two men.

"What?" Sutton questioned looking between the two men, and noticed Tig looked extremely apologetic.

"What if I stay in the garage? Just until we figure this shit out. I mean, I'm close enough to spend time with Penelope, and help get the nursery set up, and if something happens, you aren't alone..." Happy began to explain, causing Sutton to glare at Tig who held his hands up in surrender.

"It's not even furnished or anything." Sutton snapped her eyes back towards Happy.

"Babe, your dad and I made the upstairs into a studio for me when he was in town. Have you never gone in there?" Happy questioned, "Took a few months, but I can sleep on the futon."

Sutton furrowed her eyebrows because she had no idea that they fixed the upstairs, all she knew was that they had made a small studio for him to get away from the house and to work on his drawings. Pinching the bridge of her nose, "Fine! But that doesn't mean you can come here as you please, I don't want you scaring the shit out of me in the middle of the night if you get hungry or something." Sutton shook her head and then glared to Tig before she walked out of the kitchen.

"I wasn't meaning actually move into the garage." Tig shook his head, "Now mama bears pissed off at me too."

"Come on, you can help me get the place finished." Happy patted Tig on the shoulder with a smile playing on his lips, "Besides, she hates staying by herself and soon enough she'll want me back in the house." Happy added, causing Tig to shake his head.

"What did I just get myself into?" Tig muttered to himself as he followed Happy out the back door.

A/N: Trouble in paradise still.

Apologises for the short chapter, but it's better than nothing. I am still working on a schedule for writing. My dad should be home in a couple of weeks, so I've been trying to get everything in order, which is a lot harder than it seems. So thank you for being so patient. It means the world to me. I will try to find time tomorrow to start on the next chapter, maybe have it out by this weekend.