Hello! Good evening! I'm unsure yet if I will post this story over the span of a month, 45 days or 2 months. Let me know what you want! (Tough if you pick two months, I will post a chapter every 2 days :D I have a specific timeframe for this story, it won't go on forever.)

As always Kurt Sutter owns the SOA cast and characters, and I make no money from this story. I own Esther, Everett and Jack, as well as Silk and Clara.

That idea makes all the good he had been feeling since he woke up go away. Esther in Clay's arms. It makes him want to puke. He had never caught that kind of vibe from either of them, he shouldn't have played that possibility in his head just how. Acid reflux acting up, he has to sit down.

The bag of peas falls to the table as Gemma is still rambling on about what she could have done for Esther, had she known Esther was pregnant when they had went to jail, the whole lot of them. He usually has enough patience to listen to her, but right now, he can't stomach much.

-Gemma, shut up.

He can imagine her expression right now, that little jump she has whenever someone is unexpectedly blunt with her, her lips going tight and that two or three bats of lashes as she crosses her arms. But sadly, he just doesn't care to hurt hers or anyone's feelings. And if he can't have Esther and his daughter at this moment, there's one thing he can have.

He pulls his phone, feels the number pad against his thumb, the 5 has a little dot at the center. But he doesn't need the number pad. If his memory serves him right, the last number he called was his mother in Bakersfield. So if he presses the call button twice, her number should come up.

Nothing comes, he can't hear anything. Manages to open an eye, the phone is dead from dead. And even then, the charger's long gone, and this is a five years old burner phone. There's a bar, with a phone hanging from the wall, it doesn't hurt that bad, when his eyes are open, he has suffered more, in the past. He can call his mother from the phone.

A few rings, his mother picks up warily, she doesn't know the number he's calling from.

"Hello?"
-Hi, mom. It's Happy.
"Happy! Oh, it's good to hear your voice! I was waiting for your call yesterday. Were you in isolation?"
-No, no. I got out, about a day ago. I just had to go down to Gardena and try to patch things up with Esther.
"You are out? Merveilleux! Are the two of you going to come and visit me, soon? I haven't seen Esther since you got in lockup. I miss you both so dearly."
-Uhm, non, pas vraiment, mom. She was really mad at me, still. She broke my nose, I haven't seen my face in a mirror, but I have a hard time keeping my eyes open too long, it feels pretty swollen, so I can't drive or ride, and no one will take me up to Bake-Field, right now, I've already had a hard time getting some guys coming to LA with me. Listen, hum... Can you let the guy know that the payment for next month might be a few days late?
"Why? What happened, Happy?"
-Well, Esther really can't afford; she's trying to pay for her house, and save up for a newer car, she's still driving her old busted up car, and there's a ton of other things going on, too. I think she may want to go back to school, she hasn't told me that explicitly, but I think it's in her plans. She spoke of corporate ladder, she ain't gonna do that on a ninth grade education. So I'm gonna try to come up with some money real quick to start taking over the payments she's been making thus far. Esther said she had sent you all the money from my safe? Is there any, left?
"I haven't touched any of it. It's all in the bank, Happy. Do you need it? Esther had said that it was your savings, so I went and opened a savings account in the bank, I've put it all in there little by little, like you always told me to do. It's a four per cent interest bank account, with minimal fees, only nin..."
-That's nice, mom. Thank you. I really appreciate that. Let's leave it in there for now. I'm in Nevada, right now, but we're looking to go back to Charming, really soon. So as soon as I can, I'm going to come up to Bakersfield to see you and Uncle Pierre.
"Oh, your uncle is right there, do you want to talk to him?"
-No, it's ok, mom. I just wanted to let you know that I was ok. And that Esther was going to stop paying for the nursing home. I thought Lee was going to take care of it, but she just told me that she did. And that she couldn't afford it much longer. I just got to go through the motions right now. Get back in Charming, get the money happening again, I'll take care of you, ok? I always did, mom.
"I know. You are the best son a mother could have asked for, Happy. I love you."
-Love you, too, mom.

Talking to his mother felt good, she said something about giving his brothers her love before hanging up, it hadn't been uncommon that one of them if they went through or by Bakersfield would stop by and visit her, entertain her an hour or two. Donut from Tacoma was still doing in at least once a month, for sure.

For now, he needed to sleep a bit longer, recuperate some more, so he could at least see Clay with his own eyes when they would go back to Charming in a couple of days. And a bed would be a lot more comfortable than the back of a van or the pool table.

The problem is that with the load of them, fresh out of jail, there was no spot for him at all, at the clubhouse. Hence the pool table. Jury was adamant on that, they didn't even have a couch to spare right now.

-Silk offered. Wasn't sure you would take, but she offered. Clara is out of town. No strings.
-Fuck Silk.
-Mind I remind you she never did wrong by you? She was right to leave you. You don't exactly communicate well, and that is something she really needs in her life. She still loves you, but I'm pretty sure she's over you. I'd offer you to go to the hotel across the street but...

He and Esther had burnt that one down to the ground, too. On purpose, that time. The creep that ran the place had a few videos of Esther in the shower, and them both in bed, wouldn't surrender original and copies, so they made sure that no one would ever see them.

He gets a sharp slap behind the head as he's heading to the pool table to pick up his kutte, when he peels his eyes open, it's Needles, who's not looking one bit happy.

-What you want?
-"Fuck Silk?" Really? Dude, I allowed you to date my sister, and she always treated you like a king, and all you got to say of the three years she gave you is "Fuck Silk"? Fuck that, man? You can sleep on the fucking pool table for all I care, you ain't getting a bed in her house.

Oh, yes, he was going to. Even better than that, he would give her a little bit of dick, and she would be so happy to see him. Once he put his kutte back on, he finds Chibs outside, the guy's trying to pick up some tail, not that Happy cares right now.

-Silk offered a bed. Give me a ride?
-Aye, brother. You don't move from there, I'll be right back.
-I'll wait... If you hurry.

Chibs hops in the van, for the short drive to Silk's place, she still lives only a few streets away from the clubhouse in Indian Hills, but Happy would be damned if he had to walk it. And he realizes it's a good thing Silk offered him specifically a bed. She won't ask about his shiners. Up the stairs, he hears her playing the harp, opening his eyes longer hurts less, now that he's fully awake, and with the icy-cold he put on there. In her living room, she has a student, a little brunette that doesn't play very well.

He doesn't want to interrupt the lesson, so he doesn't knock, she has very fine hearing, and he wants to know if she'll recognize him. The dog that's sleeping at her feet is different than the last time he was here, it's a cinnamon colored Lab, he has a brief bark that she silences right away with a command in French, the little girl is playing something, Silk's foot beats the rhythm.

-Again. From the beginning. You know this, Gail.

Silk plays it on her own harp, now he recognizes it, she always had a special way of playing, it's Dream On by Aerosmith, that kid must belong to a biker.

-Come on, play along, Gail. Don't worry about him.

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