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Chapter 4: A pink cake?

Ava was standing in front her wardrobe. She had no idea how to dress for a dinner like this. Her work clothes were... work clothes. She finally just gave up and went to dress Grace instead, that was easier.

"Honey, what do you think about this?" It was a blue A-line dress with a white a Peter Pan collar.

"Yes!" She almost screamed, she loved that dress. She pulled out a pair of white cotton tights with blue butterflies on. "And these!"

"Great" Ava smiled, Grace was looking forward to the dinner, kept asking if there would be other children there. Ava had to admit that she had no idea.

She walked back to her own wardrobe and stared for a while, almost willing the stupid clothes to tell her what would work. She finally settled on a simple light gray fitted shirt, she put a white tank top underneath, she always had that. A pair of black jeans would have to work with it. Jeans was usually a safe bet.

There was a knock and standing by the door she waited for him to say it. "It's me!" Hi raspy very recognizable voice.

Opening the door she saw him looking at her empty hand with raised eyebrows, shaking his head.

"Well, I'm not going to walk around with it in my hand while she's awake."

"Happy!" She heard Grace behind her and she ran right past her and hugged his legs. The look on his face made her laugh and he glared at her.

"Come on honey, put on some shoes and then we'll leave."

They took her car to Gemma and Clay's house. When the door opened she took a step back out of pure surprise. There was loads of people, all of them staring at her until Gemma came took her arm and pulled her into the kitchen.

"It's nice of you to come." She smiled while they were walking.

"Thank you for inviting me." Ava was still stunned and started to look around for Grace. Something Gemma noticed and answered her unasked question.

"She ran off with the kids, they're all older than her, besides Abel. My grandson, he's just a baby."

Happy walked out on the porch with the others, grabbed a beer and sat down next to Tig, Bobby and Chibs.

"How's she doin'?" Chibs asked. Happy just shrugged, how the hell could he know.

"Still think she'll leave?" Bobby looked at her, standing in the kitchen, cutting vegetables.

"Don't think so."

He looked at her too, she still looked a bit freaked out. When Grace came running she picked her up with a smile, kissed her, then put her back on the floor and followed her holding her hand.

When she never came back to the kitchen he got up to go find her. She was in the couch with most of the kids around her. They were looking at a book and laughing with tears running down their face.

"Did you do this on my head? He asked the horse, who was grazing in the pasture. Me? No, how could I? I do it like this! And flump, plump – five big fat horsey apples plopped down within a hairs breath of the mole. He was very impressed."

The kids leaned down and looked into the book, "Look at his face!" Kenny screamed and they all laughed again, Ava included.

What the fuck was she reading? Jax was standing behind the couch, looking down into the book as well. Also laughing. When he saw Happy he dried his cheeks and came over.

"That is one fucked up book! A mole is walking around with shit on his head and the other animals are taking dumps to prove it wasn't theirs. She's read it like three times to them already."

Happy looked at her, this was the first time he had seen her completely comfortable that night.

"I had a talk to Jack about her." Jax said.

"What did he say?"

"Not much we didn't know, only one thing. Her brother works at a garage the sons use in New York. Called them up, they knew who he was, said he was good, but hadn't even heard he had a sister."

"Why not?"

"Didn't know much about him at all, he only works there. Not involved with the club." They walked outside and Jax lit a cigarette. "He also said that there were other people helping her."

"Who?"

"He wouldn't say. He probably doesn't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I talked to Tara about it. She said there's loads of people helping chicks like Ava."

"Doing what?"

"That's the thing, they help them to run, they can't really protect them. You know?"

"How the fuck does Tara know about these things?"

"She wouldn't tell me."

Happy looked at Jax. What the fuck was the use with helping people if you can't protect them? He couldn't really see the point in that. And he couldn't figure out why the fuck Jax let his Old Lady keep secrets from him. But that wasn't his problem.

Gemma called them all to dinner and they sat down, she was next to Grace who was talking to Bobby and Chibs about bikes and engines. Ava mostly talked to Tara and Gemma. She was doing good and he felt strangely proud. Her amber, golden eyes fell on him for a second and she smiled.

"Tapped her yet?" Tig looked at her while he asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Dude, she's probably a total mess after that asshole." Juice said. 'Damage gods', that's what she said to him, warning him that she wasn't worth the trouble. He looked at her again, sitting at the other side of the table, smiling. She didn't look like a mess, didn't mean she wasn't. And that didn't mean he wasn't going to try, taking it really slow though. He had a feeling she would be worth the trouble.

They went out on the porch again after dinner, discussing the new Aryan fuck who had opened a cigar shop on main street. The porn business who was working out well, they were all looking forward to the wrap party.

Suddenly he heard that husky voice from the door. "Hey." He stared into pure gold, "Grace has fallen asleep, I need to get her home. I don't know if you want to pick up your bike later..."

"Nah, I'll come with you." He said and got up. He didn't want her to go alone. "See you tomorrow." He said to the others who were giving him teasing smiles. Fuckers! Ava was inside, saying goodbye to the women. She picked up Grace from the couch and they walked out to the car.

When they arrived at her house he opened the door to the stairwell and at her door he extended his hand towards her.

"Give me your keys."

Ava was caught off guard and it took her a few seconds before she collected herself and fished the keys out of her bag and handed them over. After unlocking the door he held it open for her.

She walked into Grace room, put her in bed and pulled off her shoes and the tights, the dress would just have to stay on. With Grace tucked in under the cover she leaned over and gave her a kiss. Her beautiful girl! Sometimes if felt like she could just sit and watch her for hours. She stroke her cheek and kissed her once more and whispered into her ear.

"I love you baby girl." When she got up she noticed Happy, standing in the doorway to Grace's room, looking at her.

He backed out as and she shut the door behind her.

"I'm heading out."

"Ok." It was all she could think of saying.

"Just so you don't freak out, I'm going to kiss you, just on your lips and with no tongue." He said it with a slight smile. While she was trying to decide what to do and before she could come to any conclusion, he caressed her face and then gently pressed his mouth towards her. Just for a second or two, then he took a step back again. "Lock the door and get that fucking gun from you wardrobe." He said and then he was gone. She was still trying to catch her breath. She snapped out of it, locked the door but didn't get 'that fucking gun'.

When she was in bed she thought about the kiss, it felt nice. She fell asleep thinking that she wouldn't mind it happening again.

Happy walked into the clubhouse and looked around. There was no-one else there since the dinner at Gemma's wasn't over. He picked up a bottle from behind the bar and laid down on his bed to drink it.

The day after they were going to do a blood drive and a gun run. He would be away for the night and it didn't feel ok to leave her completely unprotected. Sure, some of them would stay behind but she wouldn't know who to call.

He remembered the kiss, from his point of view it was completely fucking useless. Her lips had been soft, sweet and she didn't dodge his kiss. But it was far from enough, it felt like he hadn't even done anything. And still, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

-o0o-

He needed to get ready for the blood drive. There was just one thing he needed to do first. Juice was in his room.

"Hey, Hap."

"Got one of those safe prepaid?"

"Lost yours?" he said with a smile, asshole knew why he wanted one. He didn't even bother to answer. "Here."

He handed him a box with a phone and a charger, when he got out of the room he programmed it with his number, sent a text to himself to get the number and then drove to the library. He found her, in a corner, wearing angel wings and a gloria, reading to a bunch of kids on the floor. She didn't notice him and he leaned against a bookshelf and just listened to her.

He wasn't that surprised anymore that Grace could read well. This woman loved books and she loved to read to kids. And judging by the giggles and gasps from the kids, she was good at it. When she got up and took of the wings and the gloria he noticed her dress, she was sexy as hell, as usual.

She saw him and smiled, held up a finger, showing him she'd be right there. He didn't mind, he could stand here looking at her for a while.

"Hi."

"Got you something."

"Ok." She looked surprised.

"It's a phone, my number is on it. I want you to call me if there's anything wrong and I want you to send a text when you get home and lock the door, everyday. If you don't do it, I'll come and bust down your door at eight a clock." She looked startled and then she started to laugh. "I'm not kidding."

"No, it's just..." She took the phone and smiled at him again. "Thank you, I guess."

"I'm going away, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Ok, who'll bust down my door if I don't text you today?" She said with a teasing smile

"Someone else. Keep it on."

"I work at a library, Happy, we don't allow mobile phones."

"Keep it on."

"I can't keep it with me all the time anyway."

"I'm not kidding Ava, keep the fucking phone on and if you've missed a call you call me the second you see it."

"You don't think this is a bit..."

"What?"

"Over the top?"

He walked up to her. Standing right in front of her, he looked down into those amber eyes, put his hand on her cheek and said, "No."

She didn't flinch this time, she didn't really look comfortable but she stood still and he leaned over and kissed her carefully and she responded. Then he stepped back.

"Ok, I'll keep it on, I'll text you when I get home and I'll call you if anything's wrong." She was looking at the phone when she said it.

"What's the number to the one you have?" She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You're shitting me? You don't have a cell? Use it like your own and tell me when you're low on cash on it."

"It's ok, I just never thought they were safe. I can pay for it." Fucking hell, she was one stubborn bitch, all set to take care of herself.

"This one is safe. No one will be able to trace it. And I'm paying for it." He saw the look in her eyes. "Don't!"

"What?"

"You're thinking you can pay for it and not tell me."

"I'm not sure I like it when you do that."

"Don't care, still gonna do it." He liked that he could, that she couldn't hide anything from him.

"Be careful today." He nodded and walked out. He knew she was looking.

-o0o-

Ava was walking along Main Street when she saw Gemma in a car, she was smoking while staring towards one of the shops. She was just about to wave to her when she pulled a gun on a woman in a car. Ava gasped. What was it with these people and guns? They waved them around like other waved dollar bills.

She walked towards the car, in plain sight, she didn't want to scare her and get shot in the process. Gemma blinked and looked at her for a few seconds and then pointed at the passenger seat. Ava got into the car. Gemma had returned to staring at a shop. It looked like a cigar shop. She was quiet for a while and lit another cigarette. Finally she broke the silence, still not looking at Ava.

"You've been raped." It wasn't even a question. Ava had assumed that they had checked up on her, even if her trail would lead them nowhere, Jonah's wouldn't. The only thing she couldn't figure out was why Happy still... did... whatever it was he did. He had at least kissed her. Twice.

"Yes." She didn't see any point in hiding it, and she had a feeling she knew why Gemma asked. And that she knew why she was staring at the shop. This was probably the explanation to why she had even bothered with Ava to begin with.

"More than once?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"I don't know." The answer made Gemma finally tear her eyes from the shop and look at her.

"You don't know?"

"No." She had been with him for years. It wasn't like he beat her up every time they had sex, but she didn't really have the option to say no. She wasn't ever sure herself what that counted like. And even if she did know, there was just too many times to count.

"How do you deal with it?"

"No very well to be honest." She saw the horror in Gemma's face. "I've never actually dealt with, it was just my life for years, then I got pregnant and ran, my focus became Grace. I've just never..."

"...focused on yourself."

"Not just that." She was searching for an answer. "It wasn't something that happened to me and then I spent time trying to get back to my normal life. It was my life. I'm trying to figure out what a normal life is."

Gemma threw out the cigarette and suddenly a sheriff was in the car window. They talked for a while, they seemed to know each other quite well and to her surprise Gemma agreed to give him her gun.

"Did he really not understand that you have another gun?" That was the only explanation she could think of.

"His very... trusting." Gemma said as she roamed her bag and picked out another gun.

"Gemma, I'm not going to tell you what you should do."

"Then don't." It was a very decisive comment, but Ava needed to say this. She needed to at least try to get it into Gemma's head, even if it wouldn't make a difference yet.

"The only thing I was going to say is that you don't want to be like me."

"What's that? A good mother, a strong women who took life in her own hands, made a life for herself and her daughter." Ava was so surprised that she burst into a laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"I was more thinking in the line of a woman who's opened the door with a bat in her hand for over six years, who's constantly scared, who's spent every penny on running away whenever it's been needed. Who hasn't had sex since the first time she was raped."

"I get your point." Gemma said.

"Good." Ava said. "I'm going to leave now, before you shoot someone. I need to find a place who can make a pink cake."

Gemma turned and looked at her. "A pink cake?"

"For Grace's birthday. She want a pink cake with a motorcycle on it." Gemma stared at her and then laughed.

"Your not going to tell me to talk to someone? To process it or some other shit."

"Nope." Ava knew better than that. "You know all that." She opened the car door.

"You haven't had sex since the first time you were raped?" Gemma asked with an unreadable expression in her face. It wasn't just horror, it was... pity, as well. Ava didn't like pity.

"I don't think you should worry too much about that. I'm not sure I've ever had what you would constitute as sex."

"Jesus!"

"Or I might have and just don't remember it." She added with a smile. "You know where to find me."

She got out of the car. There was no point in talking to someone who wasn't ready to talk, it wouldn't make any difference. Gemma didn't seem like the kind of woman who dwell on things either, she seemed like the kind of women who got even. Which probably wasn't a very good way to deal with a thing like this. But she wouldn't listen to Ava anyway.

"Hey!" she heard from the car and leaned over to see what she wanted. "Don't even think about telling anyone."

"Tell them what?"

"Don't even try with me." Gemma said and she was probably right. There was no fooling this woman.

"You haven't said anything. And I don't share suspicions." She said with a smile and Gemma nodded back.

-o0o-

It had been one fucked up day, fights, Tig getting caught by bounty hunters, but they were drinking, he had a blond in his lap and his brothers around him, so it was all good. Suddenly he felt his mobile vibrating and he picked it up, it was a message from Ava.

"Door locked. I hate this thing."

He laughed, pushed the blond out of his lap. "Don't move." He said and she just nodded. He walked away and called Ava.

"Fucking phone! Hallo!"

"What's wrong with the phone?"

"Just... I don't know. Why are you calling?" She always asked why he called or stopped by.

"Just wondering why you don't like the phone?"

"Well, I can't hear you very well, that's one thing."

"Turn up the volume on the side."

"No shit, captain obvious." Bitch, but he smiled anyway, he liked her like this.

"Where's the gun?"

"In the hallway, that place you showed me."

"You're lying."

"You'll never now."

"See you tomorrow." He hung up the phone before she questioned that. Stubborn hottie. Time to make sure that the blond hadn't moved.

The book Ava is reading is "The Story of the Little Mole Who Went in Search of Whodunit." by Werner Holzwarth. It is absolutely amazing, make sure you chick it out.