Yegor Markovich had a big slap on the back for him at he left the table to stroll around the yard, that was some pretty intense conversation they just had, left him a lot to think about.

His lawyer had been good, managing to talk his charges from first degree murder, which would have gotten him death row, to voluntary manslaughter, crime of passion, 25 years in jail, with the possibility to walk out in fifteen years. If he did not raise a single flag whatsoever.

At least he had Montez with him, for now. Three years firm for Montez, for helping him escape. They had made it halfway to Lodi before they got caught. He had pointed his gun at Montez's head to make it look like he was forced into this, but it hadn't worked.

Yard time was nearly over and he was sitting on a bench press when he heard his name called, he wiped himself with his shirt, what was today? Tuesday? He wasn't expecting anyone. Not even his lawyer.

He had to get himself in check and put a lid on it, when he saw Sailor in the visitation room, Everett sitting near her. She was due any days, now. Everett was coloring on a piece of paper, Sailor was brushing her hair back, a motherly smile on her face as he was patted down. She looked at him when the door opened, a big smile on her face. He felt terrible.

Yet, if he apologized for starting off their marriage this way again, she had promised on everything sacred that she would reach across the table, slug him across the face and blame it on pregnancy hormones.

-Daddy!
-Hi, baby! You look real pretty. Did Sailor cut your hair?
-She did! You noticed! My teacher noticed too, yesterday.
-You're not in school?
-I bought a whole bunch of favors, today.

Sailor clears her throat, has a smile, he wishes he could reach across and touch her face. Or her belly. That was the favor she bought last time, three months ago, so he could feel their son moving in her stomach for the first time.

-Why for?
-First of all... Happy birthday.
-Ha, ha ha.

She and Everett laughed as well, as Sailor pulled a cake from the seat next to her, she hadn't even been allowed a plastic knife or a candle, just three plastic spoons that would be accounted for when she would leave. "Happy birthday, daddy", read the cake, strawberry frosting, chocolate cake. He was turning 49 years old, today, already.

-Thanks babe.
-Figured it was a special day enough to pull the miss from school and sneak her here. She misses you. But she can only stay a minute to have some cake and give you a hug.
-I want the hug. Make it count, baby, cause I won't be able to give you another one for a long while.

He smells her in, rubs her hair flat to try and memorize the feeling of it, his little girl. She's pushing nine years old, already.

-Daddy loves you, princess. You know that, right?
-I know.
-You're beautiful, keep being good for step-ma.
-I will.
-Allright, that's long enough, Lowman.
-Can you cut her a piece of cake so she can eat it in the waiting room?

They have to wait a minute for the guard to get his hand on a plate and a plastic knife, at least he can look at Everett longer, and memorize her face. He's not allowed by the court to have any contacts with her, because of what he did to Esther. At least Sailor was able to get her custody, Jack had given it up super easily, he wanted to get on with his life far from the memories of Esther and the MC.

Once the guard cut a big piece of cake for Everett, he gives her a kiss on the temple and watches her go, she's picked up her paper and her crayons, too, the guard counted them before letting her sit in the office to eat her cake and color some more.

-She's so fucking beautiful. Thanks, Sailor.
-I had to. Cost me a fortune I don't really have, but Jax helped a lot. Ok, he's not happy at all of having been in lockup for three months, but... Wendy finally forgave him.
-Yeah, well... He could have gotten 25 years.

She raises a shoulder, her boobs look so heavy. She's beautiful. She manages a smile after having a mouthful of cake, her tongue darts to lick the back of the spoon. She is pure evil.

-It's not the only gift I sneaked in here.
-No?

He raises a curious eyebrow, looking at her face, her lips are full, she has put some color on there, coral he guesses it's called. Very different from her usual bright red. And she's letting her hair grow a bit. She had a nod, reaches for something on the floor almost behind her, and picks up... Their son! Their son who was born!

-I sneaked in Vincent Iggy King Lowman.
-When did you have him? You're due on Friday.
-Saturday evening. You wanna hold him?
-If I want?

His son is so light, with the lightest duvet of brown hair on his head, he had the cutest little pout. He fusses a little bit, beats his fists in the air before shoving one in his mouth, Happy's heart breaks in half. He won't get out of jail until this little thing in his arms will be almost fifteen years old. And Everett will be twenty-three years old, when he's coming out. She's with Sailor now, but at what price? He's missed her entire life so far. And he's going to miss the next fifteen years as well. Or to the very least the next ten, once she turns eighteen, she can pick for herself if she wants to visit him or not.

He rocks his son lightly, he's breathing hard from trying to keep himself in check.

-Right now, I wish I never met you, Sailor.
-I'm sorry.
-No. No, you're my old lady. I'm glad, he's adorable. I'm just pissed off at myself. I had promised you to be there.
-It's ok. You're doing your best. You kept your promises to Everett.
-You named him after my father.
-And after Iggy Pop.
-King?
-Felt like it.

The guard near them is agitated, he's obviously dying to tell Happy that he held his son long enough, but he's resisting, stretching it, Happy's been so painfully good for the past six months.

Vincent smells of that baby shampoo, and baby powder, he smells like a baby, and like his mother. Giving him back is physically painful, like he's tearing up a piece of himself. Sailor takes him, puts him back in his baby seat, clips him in, before getting back straight and taking a big peace of cake. The guard walks a bit away, now that they're done touching and holding.

-Thanks, baby. It was a really nice birthday gift.
-I'm not coming back, ever, Happy.

Ah, there it was. That was the trick. Dangle the carrot and take off. He knew she was no better than Esther.

Before he can call her a stupid gash and a slut, she leans towards the cake, with a huge smile stamped on her face. He could bust her teeth off.

-I filed your transfer for the Sons charter in France, it was accepted. Your mother still has a lot of family there, Everett is already enrolled at the lycée, we found your mother a good doctor, and we secured a big house to live in. The permanent placement order is signed this afternoon, we're leaving in the morning. I swear if you don't help me learn French, I'm leaving you to rot here.
-And how exactly do you get me in France?
-I can't tell you. Just hum... Be ready. Ok? Montez can't come, but he's going to get paroled in four months. At least that was Rosen's promise to me. I got to go. Love you.

He is so confused, getting back to gen pop, Montez is all smiles, waiting for him at the lunch table with the Russians.

-Fuck's wrong with you?
-Did you not talk to Sailor?
-What do you know?
-You're getting on Oswald's plane at six PM tonight. Happy birthday.
-How am I getting there?
-Duck.
-What?
-Duck.

He ducks, Yegor too, he notices, as the wall literally implodes, he has a few coughs, the alarm starts blaring, he feels a hand on his collar, pulling up and towards the cloud of dust, there's gunfire. He's got dust in his eyes, he's tossed against something hard. What in the fuck is going on?

-Hold on, little French bitch! We're going home!

His heart swells, he could fuck her right now, he's never been so happy to hear her voice. As he holds on to anything he can, and Yegor pulls the hatch of the SUV down from the inside, he promises himself to give Sailor as many French lessons as she wants. No clue how she managed to make friends with the Russians so quick, and good enough friends with the lady boss to have him included in Yegor's prison bust. Now the long talk he had this morning with Yegor made so much sense.

Exiled, but he would see his kids grow up. Fuck it, the tears of joy he's having are worth all the "little french bitch" in the world.

Fin

You know what? I wasn't even gonna do this, but I am. If I get 25 reviews before May first 2016, I'll write and epilogue.