January 26, 2006
Happy's POV
"She's two today." I stated as I sat down beside Juice.
He nodded his head, looking away from his laptop, "I know, man… I wish they were here so we could celebrate, have a big party… Shit, do something for her."
"I hate missing this shit. I missed her first birthday, her first words, her first steps, I've missed everything and I'm only going to miss more. I hate it…. I want my woman back, I want my kid back and I just want to take everything back." I stood up, reaching over the bar to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting there.
I watched my brother grab the bottle from me and set it on the other side of his laptop. "Be sober today." I started to glare at him, I didn't want to fucking remember today, or any other day for that matter. "Don't get mad at me, Hap. Just listen to me real quick… I know you, I know her… You guys love each other a lot. No matter what you two were put through, you managed to find your ways back to each other. Why do you doubt yourself now? You want to find her then sit here and think: feel it, feel her, feel your daughter for Christ's sake. You're connected to them, man, especially Roni… that's your girl, you helped deliver her, you cut her little cord-thing, and you were the very first person to actually hold her… Feel her, man. They say if you truly love someone, you're connected to them and you can always feel them so stop beating yourself up about shit, stop being angry, stop being sad… If it comes down to it, run off that shit from 'TAZ… You said shit felt weird there, you said they were acting weird and they were even protecting a blonde woman? Just say the word and I'll search the entire state for her. I know I did once before but we didn't search Tucson because of the charter there."
I nodded my head, taking in everything I had just heard from him. Damn kid knew what he was talking about and I knew I should listen to him. "Run it… Run everything you got. I'm going to talk to Clay about that damn charter, once and for all."
I stood up and left the bar, in search of Clay. I wanted answers about Red fucking Parker and his goddamn charter.
Hanna's POV
"Hey hot stuff, what's up?" Griffin walked through my kitchen, propping himself up on my counter.
I looked at him, as I put the punch together for Veronica's party that was starting in a few hours. "Respect goes a long ass way, kid. Where's Jay and Dex?"
"I'm not a kid, I'm almost your age… They're outside, setting up that playground set." He moved closer to me, a weird ass look on his face. Was he trying to be hot or attractive or seductive? It's not working, what the fuck…
Shaking my head, being nice was definitely I had to do today. Plus, Jay said I had to be nice to everyone that came to the party so I agreed and I'm almost certain he was including Griffin in that mix of party guests. "You're barely 20, little kid. I'm twenty-six and I'm not into the young and inexperienced… Especially younger than me. Why don't you go help them out? I don't need you in here pestering me, I'm trying to get shit done if you don't mind…"
"Why don't you like me, Hanna?" He crossed his arms, leaning off the counter.
I laughed, I couldn't help it. Of all the questions for someone to ask me, wow. "I don't dislike you, Griffin… You just can't take no for an answer. Not that this seems to matter to you and in a way I'm happy that one of these things isn't affecting your interest in me, but… I have an old man, whether I'm with him now or not doesn't really matter. Second, I have a daughter with him. Third, I'm simply not interesting in you on that level. You wanna be friends? Sure, I'd love to have a new friend but Griffin, let me be very clear here, I do not want to fuck you, love you, or date you. Is there anything you're having a hard time understanding?"
I stopped what I was doing and just stared at him, hoping to anything he finally got the message. He shook his head and walked away. Thank fuckin' God.
Happy's POV
Clay told me there was nothing to worry about with Red, he said everything checked out but then Juice came to me saying there was activity from a Hanna Winston two years ago around the time she left. Fuckin' A, where was that crazy ass woman at?
I stepped into the shower, hoping this shit would just wash away; I didn't want to think about this shit right now. I just wanted an ounce of peace…
Closing my eyes, I reached for the body wash and I squirted it in my hand. The smell hit me almost instantly, goddamn it… It was her body wash. Why didn't I throw this shit away? Goddamn it! I washed the water wash the intoxicating shit out of my hands and I reached for my body wash.
I started to squirt it in my hands but I stopped myself. I wanted to smell her, just a little while longer. At this point, I couldn't even remember this smell… I missed it so much though. I'd give anything in the world to have it in my fucking system again.
Finally getting myself washed and cleaned, I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked around the bathroom to see her hair products still on the counter, her decorations still on the walls and goddamn it, her scent was still in the air.
I left the damn room that seemed to get swallowed whole bu that woman's scent. Walking into my bedroom, shit who was I even kidding? Her bedroom, her house, her entire fucking world if I could give it to her...
The black silk sheets she had picked out when we moved in the house were still on our stupidly huge ass bed, the walls were still painted the light gray she had Me and Juice paint it. The room was still littered woth pictures of us, Veronica, her and Veronica, and me and Veronica. The nightstand on her side of the bed had a picture of me and her when we were years ago, while she was in college. She had Ben take it, that fuckin guy was so strange but he was a good friend to her so it didn't matter to me.
We were sitting on her couch, her legs stretched out on my lap, and she was kissing my cheek. Damn did I miss her and those kisses...
The picture beside the first one was of me holding Veronica. I loved that fucking picture, I love my baby girl and even if I never did see her again, I always would. Why was I so fucking stupid? Why'd I have to do such stupid shit and hurt Hanna? I just want her back... I want my daughter back, I want my girls here with me and that's it, that's all I want.
Her scent was buried deep in our bed, in her pillows and I missed her so fucking much. I had to find her... I needed to.
AN: A new one for you lovely readers :)
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