This Chapter is not betaed so I hope I managed to catch everything. We're loving the surprise that everyone has about Half-Sack and Azalia. Thanks to everyone for all your support.
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Happy had come home shortly after talking to Wolf, he made himself comfortable on the couch while Azalia and Charlie had girl time in the kitchen.
"Happy?" He looked away from the T.V. at the sound of Charlie's voice. "Azalia is gonna stay here tomorrow. I'm just gonna take Carson to say goodbye to his dad, then I'm gonna drive them home." She said, softly. Happy patted the seat next to him; Charlie obliged and curled up into him. She didn't say anything more and he didn't ask her too. He could see the toll all of this was taking on her.
Charlie wasn't very vocal about herself under normal circumstances. He'd gotten the most information out of her when she was half asleep or completely relaxed. He didn't push her to talk; she just sat there silently, curled into his side. He watched T.V. as she sat there, her head lying on his chest.
Charlie took comfort in the silence. The past two days had been insanely rough and she was starting to feel emotionally drained. She took a deep breath, Happy overpowering her senses. He smelled like leather, the cigarettes he smoked, and some kinda cologne. His arm around her shoulders radiated heat, relaxing her muscles bit by bit. She surveyed what she could from where she was laying, taking in his the way his shirt lay over his well defined abs. She felt his long, muscular thighs under her hand, feeling the muscles contract as he shifted his position. She was the most at peace she'd been in years. Even with everything she was dealing with, his was the most calming presence she'd been for a very long time. She heard the front door open and close, the clomp of motorcycle boots walk into the living room.
"Hey." Kozik's voice came through Charlie's ears. Her hand fisted in Happy's jeans as her frustration reared its ugly head. Happy laid a hand over hers and she relaxed a bit. Kozik settled into his recliner. Happy started rubbing his hand over her back in slow circles.
Happy had felt her tense up when Kozik walked in. He really didn't wanna deal with another atomic blow up so he did his best to relax her. Kozik looked at Charlie.
"Is she…" He stopped when Charlie's hand went up in the air, shaking her finger at him, telling him to be quiet. Kozik's eyebrows shot up so fast they were practically airborne. Happy chuckled at his expression.
"Jesus, Hap! You wanna make this one your Old Lady? Good luck." Kozik said, running a hand through his blonde locks. Charlie sat straight up, nearly falling off the couch. Happy glared at Kozik.
"We haven't exactly talked about that. Thanks brother. Idiot…" Happy rasped out, turning to Charlie who was wide-eyed staring at him.
"Old Lady?" She asked. Kozik got up and left the room. Happy glared at his retreating figure. Charlie laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her, his face carefully blank. She was shocked.
"Old Lady?" She repeated. Happy sat up straighter placing both feet flat on the floor.
"You just need to calm down. Two weeks is not long enough to be an old lady." He said, shortly. Charlie leaned back like she'd been slapped.
"Oh so now I'm not good enough to be your old lady? That's good to know." She snapped. Happy rubbed his head.
"That's not what I said. I think I could make you my Old Lady but you're not makin' it easy." He rasped out. Charlie fell silent as Happy processed what he had just said. "FUCK!" Charlie stared at him a moment.
"Do you really mean that?" She said, crawling towards him. She sat on her knees and watched him. Happy was screaming Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck over and over again in his head. He was the killer not some sap who let a woman fuck with his head. But Charlie wasn't like any other woman. She was soft without being a pushover. She was tough enough to challenge him and take whatever he may dish out in response. She was a loving mother, always worried about her kids. She was a fierce protector and nobody fucked with her babies. Charlie was everything he was in female form. Vicious when needed, though not murderous, had a sense of family, tough as nails, and he never found anyone better in bed.
Happy sighed. "Fuck my life yeah." He said, standing up and walking out the front door. Charlie stared after him.
He didn't come back until Charlie had already made supper.
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Kip stared at his phone fighting with himself. He wanted to just text her and see how her day was. What was he thinking? He needed to end this thing with Azalia and end it quick. He didn't even want to think what would happen if Charlie or Happy found out, not to mention the rest of the club. Hell if Charlie would have walked in the door ten seconds earlier that night of the party she would of caught them in a tangled mess of clothes. What the fuck was he thinking honestly? He had even gone far enough to buy the damn girl a phone. Just so he could make sure she was ok and just to see that fucking insanely beautiful smile light up her face. "Oh hell" he said as he flipped open his phone and scrolled down to her number.
Azalia was laying upstairs in Kozik's house trying to drown out the sound of her mom and Happy bickering. She didn't know why her mom was so upset over this old lady thing. Trixie at the clubhouse had explained the difference between an "old lady" and a "sweet butt" Which Trixie was a sweet butt and seemed ok with it but personally Azalia thought she would like to be an old lady. Maybe Kip would make her his old lady once he got patched over…if he got patched. Trix had explained that too. All Azalia knew is she would most definitely not be a sweet butt ever, and she would be quick to tumble with the first one she saw even eyeing Kip. Just then she felt the little pre-paid phone Kip had given her vibrate.
Hey babe
Azalia smiled and quickly began pushing the little buttons on the phone
Hey! I miss you!
Miss you too, how is everything there?
Well moms upset, I think happy is asking her to be his old lady
What?
Yea….weird she seems upset I figured she would be happy
Girls are weird
Hey! That is not polite
I never told you I was polite I just said I could show you a good time
Well you did stay true to your word, on that part I keep thinking about that night you were "baby sitting"
Is that what that's called these days? Shit maybe I need to make that my full time job
Not impressed kip
Sorry, I am a guy if it helps any I would only babysit you
Really? Are you saying you want me to be your girl friend?
Azalia stared at her phone waiting for his response…..he was taking him a while to answer her. Which was really freaking her out…was that such a hard question. Did he really have to think about it?
Kip?
Z, I don't know where this is gonna go. How about we just agree to only see each other without putting a label on this
I suppose
Are you mad?
No, just hurt I guess I don't see why putting a label on it would be bad.
Your mom? Happy? The club?
True, I guess time will tell huh?
Yea babe time will tell.
Goodnight xo
Goodnight beautiful dream of me?
Every night 3
Azalia slid the phone back under her pillow, put her head phones back in, and slowly drifted off to sleep with the thought of Kips hands all over her running through her mind.
"Why are you grinning like a fucking idiot?" Jax walked in the club house and sat down next to Kip.
"Some girl man." Kip answered with a sly grin. Before he could react, Jax had grabbed his cell phone and was scrolling through the messages.
"Holy shit Prospect! Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed?" Jax looked up from prospects phone with a look of astonishment.
"Jax, Dude you can't tell anyone!" Kip begged.
"You better get yourself out of this mess and hope that gash isn't anything like her mother and pregnant already you fucking moron." Jax tossed the cell phone back to Kip and walked back outside, slamming the door behind him.
Shit….was all Kip could think they hadn't used a condom the first time or the second or the third…shit shit shit was she on birth control? Or not? He didn't know fuck fuck fuck his life could not get any fucking worse. He pulled out his phone debating on rather or not to send the message he knew he needed to send. Finally with a sigh of defeat he hit reply to the last message in his phone.
Babe Ru awake?
Azalia half asleep fumbled for the phone under her pillow and bleary eyed, read Kip's message.
Now I am..What's wrong?
Well are you on birth control?
No, why?
Well don't you think we should be a little more careful then?
Yea, prolly my mom would flip if I got myself pregnant. But relax babe I just started today so if you don't mind I'm sleepy and have cramps so goodnight for real this time
Yuck, nite
Azalia frowned at her phone and laid her head back down. Damn men she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
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Jax pulled into the Morrow driveway and flew into the house. Flinging the door open, he shouted,
"Mom! Do you have any fuckin' idea what you've started?" Gemma came out of the kitchen and met her son's gaze.
"Why Jax? Whatever do you mean?" She asked slyly.
"Charlie and Happy! I know you had something to do with that! And guess what? Your interference got the prospect and Charlie's daughter fuckin'. Good fuckin' job!" Jax snapped. Clay walked out from the back of the house.
"What the fuck is goin' on?" He asked, very unhappy with the shouting happening in his house.
"Ask Mom. Ask what her interfering has done." Jax snapped. Gemma just smirked. Clay looked to her.
"Hey I didn't make anything happen. I just encouraged some of it along the way." She said simply.
"Well how about you quit encouraging shit that will get the prospect landed in lock up!" Jax snapped.
"The age of consent is seventeen." Gemma snapped back. Clay rubbed a hand over his face.
"Okay, enough." He said. Jax glared at his mother before storming out of the house. Clay looked at his wife.
"You are trying to drive me insane, aren't you?" He asked.
"Never baby." She said, kissing him.
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Charlie took Carson to the funeral. It was a quiet affair, no one there really knew him or like him so Jesse's funeral consisted of Carson and Charlie, Anne-Marie and their baby, and his parents. The minister quickly said the final words over his coffin as Jesse was lowered into the ground.
Jesse's parents approached Charlie and Carson as they stood to leave.
"How are you dear?" Melissa Vitolo asked.
"I'm doin' okay. Carson say hello to your grandparents." Charlie said, nudging her son.
"Hi grandma, hi grandpa." Carson said, mechanically. Mark Vitolo reached out and pulled his grandson into a hug. Melissa pulled Charlie into a hug. Charlie looked down at Carson. He looked as uncomfortable as she felt. Anne-Marie glared at Charlie behind Melissa's back.
"Oh Charlotte." Melissa said, letting Charlie go and dabbing at her eyes. Charlie pulled Carson to her. "This is so sad. Carson and little Billy left without a father." Carson laughed. Charlie stared down at her son mortified.
"Please grandma. He hasn't been my dad in a long time. He abandoned us for a dumb blonde with a spray tan. Last time he actually called he told mom that he wanted nothing to do with us. So I didn't lose anything." Carson spat, tears coming to his eyes. Charlie pulled Carson around and hugged him to her. Melissa and Mark stared at the preteen in astonishment.
"Sorry it's been a long couple of days." Charlie said. "We need to go. I have to drive them home tonight and it's a fourteen hour trip."
"Of course dear." Melissa said. Charlie pulled Carson with her as they headed toward the bright red vehicle. Charlie quickly drove them back to Kozik's.
Happy was in the living room.
"Carson go pack your bag baby and change out of those stuffy clothes." Charlie said. Carson darted up the stairs.
"How'd it go?" Happy asked. Charlie burst out laughing.
"Carson told his grandparents how it was. It was fantastic!" Charlie gasped out between peals of laughter. A small smile crossed Happy's face.
"That must have been a sight." He said, watching as she took off the black jacket she wore, revealing a white camisole underneath.
"Yeah, their faces were classic. How was Z?" she asked, kicking her heels off.
"Stayed upstairs the whole time." He said, shortly.
"Good." Charlie said. "Well I better go pack." She picked up her jacket and shoes and headed upstairs. Within fifteen minutes, Charlie had the bags packed, had changed into lounge pants and a camisole, and packed the Escape. Happy was gonna follow her down on his bike, she just didn't know it yet.
Carson and Azalia settled into the Escape, Azalia surprisingly opting to stretch out in the backseat. Carson plugged his iPod in and soon they were they were being blasted with the sound of Eminem wrapping about apologizing to his mother. Azalia groaned and put her headphones in her ears. Charlie smiled softly at her son, who was obviously in a foul mood.
By the time they reached the California border, Charlie had heard every rap song from Eminem, 50 Cent, and Lil Wayne that she could handle. Carson had fallen asleep so Charlie had plugged her iPod in and was listening to some pop princess that Azalia had told her to listen to. Azalia was lying on her side facing away from the front. Charlie could see she wasn't asleep because her iPod kept lighting up as she changed the song.
Charlie drove straight through to Charming only stopping to get gas. She noticed a single headlight appeared a couple of time behind her while she was driving and had her suspicions as to who it was but didn't think too much of it. It was almost six in the morning when she pulled into her driveway. She shot a quick text to Caroline telling her she'd be by the store towards the end of the day and unloaded the bags. Carson woke up when Charlie closed the driver door and stumbled into the house to fall back into bed. Azalia had fallen asleep around midnight and whined about having to go to school.
"Z, you are not going to school today. Go upstairs and go back to sleep." Charlie snapped. Azalia did as her mother said. Charlie unloaded all the bags and threw dirty clothes into the laundry, starting a load. She called the schools and made sure Azalia and Carson were excused before stumbling upstairs and passing out in bed, not even bothering to take her shoes off.
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Azalia had spent a good chunk of the ride home texting Kip. She had really missed him while she was in Tacoma. She didn't know what it was about him that she was so attracted to but that night that he'd spent at their house 'babysitting' had been amazing. Once Carson had gone to bed, Kip had turned into a completely different person. He was funny, sweet, and when she had kissed him, the rest of the world had disappeared.
She remember the feeling of his hands on her skin, how he had felt inside her, like he was made for her. The fact that he was twenty-three hadn't even bothered her until her mother had walked in the door and he took off like a bat out of hell.
She had been so mad at him for running like that. Until a prepaid phone had shown up in her locker at school with a note attached.
I'm sorry I had to go. Forgive me?
Kip
Azalia had smiled broadly for the rest of the day. Her friends all confused about where the grin had come from. She couldn't tell them that a sweet biker, six years older than her had given her a phone just so she could talk to him. So she lied. Told them she'd aced her history test. Fortunately they bought her little story and no one knew about Kip and her.
As she lay curled in her bed, she thought about what she was gonna wear. Kip had the day off from Teller-Morrow and she was gonna meet him at the park. She just had to wait until her mom fell asleep to get up and get ready.
Azalia closed her eyes and fell asleep and when she opened them her alarm clock read 9:30. She flew out of bed and quickly showered. She was ready and out the door by 10:30. Kip met her at the park at 11:00.
"Hey gorgeous." He said, climbing off his bike. Azalia ran over and jumped into his arms.
"Kip!" She squealed. "I missed you. Tacoma sucked!" She leaned down and gave him a deep kiss. Kip smiled at her. She climbed off him and led him further into the park. Kip smiled at her giddiness. This girl was gonna get him in deep shit, he just knew it but when she led him into an isolated part of the park and kissed him for all she was worth, he forgot all of that and just enjoyed her. The way her body fit against his and how soft her lips were. How she flicked her tongue over his lips while running her hands through his hair. She was intoxicating. It took him a long time to take his hands off of her and push her away.
"Z, we can't keep doing this." Azalia took a step back.
"What? What are you talking about Kip?" She said, eyes starting to shine with tears.
"Jax saw me texting you. He says he'll tell your mom and I'll lose my chances at my top rocker." He said, unable to look her in the eye.
"Baby we can fix this. We'll just have to be more careful." She said, tears starting to fall down her face. Kip turned away rubbing a hand over his head awkwardly.
"Z, listen. I don't want to but I don't have a choice." He started, but Azalia cut him off.
"You do have a choice, Half Sack." She snapped, "You're just choosing wrong." She turned and started to walk away.
"God damnit!" He shouted before chasing after her. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. She tried to protest but he kissed her and she melted into him. All protests gone as her thoughts disappeared.
"Fuck." She said, as she broke the kiss. "You gonna do that every time I get upset?"
"If I have to." He said, smiling at her.
"Good 'cause a girl could get used to that." She said, smiling up at him.
"You're gonna get my ass kicked you know that right?" He said. She buried her face in his neck.
"Yeah, and I'll be the one to patch you up too."
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Charlie stood at the kitchen sink finishing up that morning's breakfast dishes. The past three weeks had been dragging by so slowly, with Happy being in Portland and the kids had just gotten out of school yesterday. Speaking of the kids, Carson had stayed the night at Tyler's house, but she had not seen Azalia all morning, she had eaten and then took off out the door like her ass was on fire. Charlie had eased up on the grounding, she was even thinking about going and replacing Azalia's cell phone. Maybe she would do that today, after she stopped by Teller-Marrow. She was going to go down and talk to Gemma, maybe she could tell Charlie why Happy was being so distant. He didn't seem to be losing interest in her, just distant like there was something on his mind he was not saying. Charlie was starving, what was wrong with her, she just ate breakfast a few hours ago. Maybe she was going to start soon, maybe the stress was making her hungry. Either way, she grabbed a granola bar and headed upstairs to shower and get ready to head out for her visit with the biker queen herself.
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"My mom will freak if she finds out" Azalia breathed into Kip's shoulder
"Z, babe relax, she won't until we are ready to tell her. Let's go somewhere get out of this garage" Kip grabbed Azalia's hand and led her into the club house
"Ugh, Kip what is that smell?"
Half Sack had to laugh at Azalia's face. She had her nose scrunched up and had let go of his hand to cover her mouth.
"Well, usually Sundays are bad days to show anyone new around, the smell from Friday and Saturday has not, uh, worn off yet." He offered her a teasing smile and she couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her lips.
"So, where's your room? Gemma told me all the sons have one?" Azalia raised her left eyebrow in question.
"Yeah well I'm working on that, but for now this should do." Kip flashed her a wicked grin, snatching a set of keys off the bar.
Azalia just shook her head and followed Kip down the hallway
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"Gemma, I'm telling you something is up with Happy. Ever since Jesse's funeral, it's like he wants to say something but won't. It's making me a little fucking nervous, I mean what's he got to hide? It's not like he's going to tell me, he's the one who wacked Jesse and caused all that drama." Charlie gave a weak laugh but stopped when she saw Gemma's arched eyebrows
"Gemma, really? What the fuck kinda look is that?"
"Now honey there's something's about the club you gotta understand, there's something's about Happy you've gotta understand' Gemma started. "Wait, maybe I can show you rather than explain. But you've gotta keep quiet about this, I really don't wanna have to shoot you myself." Gemma strolled out the door and headed for the clubhouse, leaving Charlie gaping after her.
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"Oh Kip." Azalia whispered as she ran her fingers through his short sandy blonde hair.
"Just let go babe." Kip murmured as he continued kissing her neck. He ran his hands over her smooth flat stomach. She moaned and arched her back to meet his touch. His hand dipped lower and found the top of her jeans.
"Please." She begged breathlessly.
"Let me take my time." Kip responded, pulling her up enough to pull her shirt off. Then his mouth was on hers, his hands undoing her bra. She was fumbling with his zipper when it sounded like the whole place was caving in.
"What the fuck!" Gemma shouted. Kip jumped up as Azalia scrambled to find her shirt.
"Let me repeat myself… What the fuck!" Gemma stood in the doorway, hands on her hips.
"Uhhh sorry Gemma, please please don't tell my mom." Azalia pleaded.
"Prospect! Get your skinny ass out of here before Happy gets back, and you! You hussy, come on you have some explaining to do." Gemma finished with an icy stare and neither one of them hesitated in following the queens orders. Gemma turned on her heel as Azalia tried to follow hastily, attempting to resnap her bra and put her shirt on as she walked.
"Gemma please! Tell me you won't tell my mom."
"Well honey, no. I'm not gonna tell her, but it looks like you are." Azalia finally got her shirt pulled over her head just in time to look up and stop from running right into Charlie.
"Do I even want to know what you don't want Gemma to tell me that involves you being half naked?" Charlie began.
"Morning Miss Charlie." Half Sack mumbled sheepishly. Charlie looked between him and Azalia, the puzzle pieces clicking into place.
"OH FUCK NO LITTLE GIRL! Get your ass in that car now!" Charlie's face instantly red.
"Mom I can explain." Azalia began.
"The only thing you're gonna explain is why I put bars on your windows when the neighbors ask. Now fuckin' move!" Azalia scooted around her mom and shot out the door to the car.
"And you! You little wannabe." Charlie rounded on Kip. "She's only seventeen, how old are you?"
"Twenty three." He mumbled.
"Jesus fucking Christ. Gemma I'll call you later. I'm gonna go attempt to not murder my teenager." Charlie shot one last death stare at Kip before stalking out the door.
"Well that was pleasant." Gemma mused.
"Fuck." Kip said as he slumped against the wall.
Gemma lit up a cigarette and looked down at the prospect. "Idiot." Kip began banging his head against the wall.
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"What's his problem?" Clay asked as he walked into the clubhouse and spotted the prospect banging his head on the bar.
"He got caught trying to nail Charlie's daughter." Jax barely had the answer out of his mouth before he and Tig were once again laughing so hard they couldn't breathe.
"Should we start planning your funeral now?" Clay asked Kip before joining in the laughter.
"Fuck you guys."
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"Azalia, really? What are you thinking?" Charlie had calmed down and was sipping a cup of coffee, trying to figure out her obviously insane teenager's train of thought.
"You don't understand. You don't know the first thing about him." Azalia spat.
"I know you're seventeen and he's twenty three. How's that for a start?" Charlie retorted.
"So that's only six years, there were eight years between you and Jesse. There's fifteen years between you and Happy."
"Yeah and look how me and Jesse turned out. I'm just trying to keep you from making my mistakes." Charlie sighed.
"Well butt the hell out, I want to be with him."
"Young lady!" Charlie started, but she was cut off by Azalia's chair flying backwards as the teen bolted out the front door. Fuck. Now what?
Charlie sat and stared at her phone for a full twenty minutes before picking it up and calling Happy.
"Yeah." He answered gruffly.
"Azalia is sleeping with the prospect, she's taken off and I don't know what to do?" Charlie blurted out.
"I got this." Was all she heard before the phone disconnected. Charlie put her head down, suddenly nauseous. Looking over at the counter, she noticed the calendar posted there, and the date highlight in pink, two weeks ago.
"Fuck." She whispered, clapping a hand over her mouth and sprinting to the bathroom.
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Happy snapped the phone shut. He had just pulled into Teller-Morrow when his phone rang. What Charlie had told him had seriously pissed him off. Tig grabbed him just as he walked into the clubhouse.
"Relax man." The Charming SAA said, "Charlie and Gemma already put the fear of God in him."
"Yeah?" Happy said. "Well I'm about to teach him the real meaning of fear the Reaper." Happy stepped around Tig and headed for the bar where the prospect was sitting, still banging his head on the bar. He grabbed Half Sack and yanked him off the bar stool.
Throwing him onto the pool table Happy grabbed the wide-eyed prospect by the front of his shirt and pulled his knife out of its sheath.
"Let me make one thing very clear. You fuck with Azalia means you're fucking with Charlie. You fuck with Charlie, means you're fucking with my chances of getting laid here in Charming." Happy snarled. "My woman just called and told me that you're banging her seventeen year old and got caught. Now Azalia has taken off and if you don't find her, you'll go from half sack to no sack. Am I clear?" Half Sack nodded rapidly, eyes flicking to the knife Happy had pressed against his crotch. Happy released his hold on the kid. Half Sack scampered from the clubhouse.
Clay started chuckling. Jax looked at him.
"What's so funny?" He asked thinking Clay had finally gone off the deep end.
"Half Sack to No Sack that's fuckin' great." Clay said. Tig and Bobby burst out laughing. Chibs and Jax looked to Happy. The smile crossing the Nomad's face was too much and Jax and Chibs joined in the laughter.
Piney chuckled. "Fear the Reaper alright."
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Kip flipped his phone open and found Azalia's number. He quickly sent,
Babe where r u? Im worried
It took less than a minute for his phone to light up with a reply.
Park need you
Kip snapped his phone shut and took off on the bike, his stomach tied up in a million knots. He kept asking himself why? Why can't I quit this chick?
Azalia sat on the grass by the jungle gym, tears streaming down her face. I love him. Why can't my mom just understand that? He loves me, I know he does. But is my mom right? Is this all a mistake?
She heard Kip's soft approach before he sat down and wrapped his arm around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"Kip?" Azalia whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Where do you want this to go?" Azalia spun herself around to straddle his lap and look in his eyes.
"Babe, I dunno. We caused a lot of problems today. Happy and your mom damn near killed me."
"Happy?" Azalia asked, surprised.
"Yeah, threatened to finish the job the shrapnel started. He's real wound up in your mom. He's pissed you took off and worried her." Kip looked at Azalia solemnly, then leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. Azalia closed her eyes and reached up to touch Kip's face.
"I love you Kip. I truly do. When I'm with you, I feel right, complete." She said. Kip sighed and pulled her into him.
"Z, I love you baby, I do. But if I don't get you home, Happy will take both our hides." Kip kissed her softly before she climbed in her mom's Escape and headed home. She drove in silence, thinking over his words. Could he really mean it? Does he really love me?
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Half-Sack pulled into the lot just after dark. His heart was racing as he looked around. He saw a figure seated at the picnic table by the boxing ring. He heard a whistle as he was hanging his helmet over the handlebars.
"C'mere prospect." Tig's voice called through the dark. Half-Sack sighed This is it. I'm dead. He joined Tig at the table.
They sat there in silence a moment before Tig said, "She really worth it?" Half-Sack froze, surprised by the question. He thought a moment.
"Yeah she really is." He said.
"She's worth risking your chances of getting patched? Hell, your chances of seeing your twenty fourth birthday?" Tig asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah. Azalia's something special. Once you see her, like see who she is, she's hard to walk away from. I've tried. Been trying for over a month. Just ain't happening man." Half Sack said, rubbing a hand over his face.
Tig was silent a moment before blowing out a stream of smoke and saying, "When you find a gash like that, don't let her go and take damn good care of her son. They don't come around often." Half Sack stared at him in shock. Of all the things, he expected Tig to say, that was not one of them. Tig was always straightforward, beer, drugs, and pussy. This insightful side of him was something new and unexpected.
"You mean that?" He said, seeing Tig light up in the glow of his cigarette.
"Yeah, I do." He said shortly. Tig left Half-Sack sitting there as he headed back to the clubhouse.