a/n: Yes, this is a very short chapter. Yes, I've taken forever to update. Yes, I'm very very sorry! I'm working through a roadblock with this and want to make sure that everything is perfect! Bear with me! Thank you for all of your support, as always. In the mean time, if you wanted to check out Black Roses (a new story I'm working on)

Chapter 29

Time seemed to come to an abrupt halt when Happy asked me to marry him. The Earth screeched to a halt and it seemed like the fate of the world rested upon my shoulders. I could feel dozens of eyes staring at me, none were more felt than Happy's eyes. There was no question that I loved him. I didn't even doubt my desire to be with him for the rest of our lives. It was the nagging feeling that I was doing wrong by Hank that kept everything up in the air. The realist in me knew that Hank was dead and that no matter what we had before, it was in the past. There was another part of me that wondered if getting engaged or getting married just months after his death would be a dishonor to his memory. I felt a slight stir in my stomach and the world started rotating again. I wasn't sure how many minutes had passed but I knew everyone was still staring at me as a smile grew across my lips.

"Yes. A hundred times yes." I told Happy, my smile growing even wider. He stood up quickly and jerked me to him. He had a hand behind my neck as he kissed me deeply. His other hand slid the ring onto my finger. Everyone started whistling and cheering. I giggled excitedly and pulled back, raising my hand up for everyone to see.

"You had me worried for a second." Happy whispered into my hair. I smiled and shook my head.

"Don't be." I kissed him on the cheek before Tara pulled me into a hug. I laughed and realized that I was actually relaxing. Jax gave Happy a short nod before giving him a brotherly hug. It was official. I was pregnant by and engaged to one of the most feared members of the Sons of Anarchy. He was mine and I was his. I knew that he'd never hurt me or our child. He had a big heart, despite his tough exterior.

I wasn't blinded by his proposal. I knew that he was still going to go to prison. I knew that there was a good chance that I would raise our child from birth through being a toddler by myself. It didn't change the fact that I loved him though. It would never change that. I smiled and pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. The club needed every happy moment we could get.

"Congratulations, sweetheart." Tig kissed my cheek after giving me a hug. He was always like an uncle to me, a perverted, inappropriate uncle. He'd been part of my family since before I was born. I saw Clay standing to come congratulate us and I knew it was time for me to leave. Talking to Clay would shatter what happiness I was feeling. Happy noticed my repositioning my bag on my shoulder. He looked over to see Clay slowly making his way over and gave me a nod.

"I'll wait for you outside." I squeezed his hand and snaked my way through the crowded room, making an effort to avoid my mother's husband. I didn't have to wait long after exiting the clubhouse. Happy walked up and leaned against the side of my car.

"You know this doesn't fix what's happened, right?" I asked. He nodded simply and took my hands in his.

"I've been planning on asking you to marry me for a few weeks. I guess if you said yes after shoving me and calling me an idiot then you really mean it." He said, trying to make light of the situation. I sighed and moved closer to him.

"Of course I really mean it. I'm still angry though." I said, feeling tired of all the ups and downs. Happy nodded and gave my hand a squeeze.

"I know. We'll figure something out, baby. We always do." I decided to believe him, even if it wasn't true. I needed to believe that something good could happen. "Let's go home."

"Okay." I stepped back to let him go to his motorcycle but he got in the driver's seat instead. I didn't question it. I wasn't going to complain about some more time with him. When we got home, Happy went straight to the bedroom. I put my bag away and took my medicine with a glass of water before joining him. He was sitting on the end of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry." He said before I mustered up the courage to ask him what he was thinking. I sat down beside him and stared at the floor. I didn't know what to say. I didn't forgive him. I probably wouldn't for a while. "When I thought about what we were about to do, I could only see your face when you told me what happened. It's not an excuse. I'm just letting you know what I was thinking."

"Happy, when we decided to have this baby, I thought we were going to do it together. Now there's no telling how long you'll be gone. I don't want to explain why Daddy can't come home with us." I said, feeling my bottom lip start to quiver. "I don't want to lose you."

"I know, Lexie." His response was simple. I leaned my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "I'm going to be around as much as I can before we go in. We need to find a house, get settled and ready for the kid."

"Okay." I heard a silent "because I won't be here when he or she is born" at the end of his sentence. It was heart breaking. Talking about it wasn't making anything better. I stood up and headed to the kitchen. I heard the shower turn on as I looked through the cabinets for something to make for dinner. I wasn't even hungry. I just needed something to do.

Neither one of us talked much during dinner or afterwards when we went to bed. He held me to his chest as he fell asleep. Even if I could have slept, I would have tried to stay awake to savor his presence. It made me start to wonder if maybe I had been lucky to not see Hank's death coming. Sure, I knew there was a risk because of his job but it came and went relatively quickly. If I had known it was coming for weeks, I would have spent all of my time worrying and thinking like I was about Happy going to prison. Worse than that, I knew that there was a chance he wouldn't make it out alive. If it wasn't for my medicine, realizing that would have made me throw up.

"Dr. Teller, do you have a minute?" I looked up, wondering what family member needed me then. I was still taking a break from surgery but doing rounds and speaking with families may have been worse, I wasn't sure. "June Stahl, ATF."

"Then no." I said, grabbing my next patient's chart out of the rack at the nurse's station. I really didn't have much time, especially not for the ATF. "This is a hospital. This is where I work. Unless you are visiting someone or need medical assistance, I would appreciate it if you left. You can make an appointment with my attorney if you need to speak with me."

"I'm just here for a friendly chat. I think I could help you. Your brother, your step-father, your boyfriend-they're all in a lot of trouble. I'd hate for your baby to grow up without their father." Stahl said, following me down the hall. I stopped and turned on my heel. Her eyes widened.

"Last time I checked, feds can be charged with harassment as well. I am not a subject in your investigation. You have no right to badger me." I had briefly wanted to be a lawyer during my undergrad. Stahl smiled and gave me her business card before heading for the exit. I knew it wouldn't be the last time I saw her, but at least she was gone for the moment.

"What's up?" Happy asked, walking out of the garage with grease up to his elbows. I hadn't planned on stopping by on my way home until the fed showed up at St. Thomas. I explained what happened and let him know I wasn't going to give her anything on the club. "You don't have to tell me, Alexis. I know you're not a rat."

"I have a OBGYN appointment next week. I'm hoping we can find out the gender." I said, running my hand over my growing baby bump. He nodded and bent down to give me a kiss. "You stink."

"I know." He said, kissing me anyways. I couldn't resist smiling. "Go home and relax, baby. I'll be there in a couple hours."

"Be safe." I knew the garage was about to close. If he was going to be that long, he was probably going to do something for or with the club. He nodded and kissed my forehead before walking back into the garage to finish whatever project he was working on.