Disclaimer: I don't of Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.
Quite a few of you have asked about the story of when Ava got pregnant and when they got married. So here it is. I hope you weren't expecting something massively romantic. Happy isn't much for that.
Bad, Bad Man
Happy turned over to look at Ava. She was sleeping next to him, on her side with her back towards him. He ran his hand over her back and she moaned slightly in her sleep, pressing herself towards his hand.
He'd been out for two months and he still had problems sleeping and he wasn't the only one in the house who had. Grace was making noises this night as well and he got out of the bed and went into her room. He wanted to wake her up before she started to scream.
She had tangled herself into her cover and was sweating.
"Sugar." He shook her carefully.
Her small body was shaking and she sat up. "Happy?"
"It's me." He picked her up. She was soaking wet and tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Wanna talk about it?" She hardly ever did but he always asked anyway. Just in case.
"No. It was about Jonah." He stroke her hair out of her face, even her hair was wet. Must have been one hell of a nightmare.
Happy went over to her dresser and took a new nightgown. He held her hand as they walked into the bathroom.
"Take a quick shower. I'll change you sheets."
She only nodded and he went to the bedroom to get her new sheets since hers were soaked.
"Happy?" Ava mumbled, she turned around and rubbed her eyes. "Is it Grace?"
"Yeah. Nightmares." He leaned over her and kissed her. "Got back to sleep. I got this."
After changing the sheets he went into the bathroom. Grace was sitting on the toilet with a towel around her.
"I'm cold."
Happy started to rub her over the arms and back. He took another towel from the hook on the door and dried her hair. He finally drew the towel over her face before giving her a kiss.
"Better?"
She nodded and sighed. "I don't want to sleep yet."
"I'll get you a glass of milk and we can watch a movie for a while."
"I'd like that." She finally smiled a little. He took her towel and helped her with the nightgown. "Can we watch Chicken Run?"
"Sure."
He gave her milk, turned on the movie and laid down on his back in the couch with her sitting on his stomach. This was another one of those kids movies he actually kind of liked. There were no stupid songs in it.
-o0o-
When Ava woke up she reached for Happy but he wasn't there. She heard British voices from the living room and it took her a few seconds to recognize them as the voices from 'Chicken Run'.
She ound Happy sleeping on the couch with Grace sleeping on him. He woke up when she picked up Grace.
"I'll take her, get to bed."
He seemed to be waiting for her when she got back to the bedroom.
"She had nightmares."
"I figured." She got down into the bed. "Did you change her sheets?"
"They were soaked." He turned around and put his arm around her. "Got a question."
Surprisingly enough, he seemed nervous. That didn't happen often and she wondered what this was about.
"Ok." He was still quiet and she finally turned towards him and stroke his cheek. She kissed him. "Sometimes it best to just ask." He still didn't say anything. "Want me to close my eyes so I can't see you?"
He looked down at her. "Why would that help?"
"I don't know. Grace sometimes asks me to close my eyes when she wanna ask me things that she's worried or embarrassed about."
"Like when?"
"She asked me about sex and where babies comes from."
Happy laughed a little and kissed her. "What did you say?"
"I'm not telling you. You never tell me what you two say when you talk." Ava moved even closer to him. "So, you want me to close my eyes?"
"No." He kept looking at her. "Would you like to have another kid?"
Ava was stunned, she had not expected that. She wondered where it came from. He hadn't been out for more that two months and... she could think of so many reasons why it would be much too soon to even think about it. She also had a nasty thought in the back of her head, that he wanted a child of his own. She hated herself for even thinking it. All things considered he had been amazing with Grace, from the very beginning and...
He interrupted her trail of thought. "No!"
"What?" She was confused.
"This isn't because I want a kid of my own. It's because I want another one."
She felt ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thought that about you." She drew her thumb over his mouth. "You don't think it's a bit early? Even if it's been more than a year and a half, we haven't really lived together a huge chunk of that time."
"You sayin' you might leave me?" Happy said and pulled her even closer.
"A kid is a lot of work. They scream, they don't sleep and... it changes things."
"You're saying I might leave you?"
"Any of the two."
"Not going to happen."
"You can't know that."
"I know," he said with a smile and turned her over to her back, resting on top of her. "I make you come hard, you like who you are with me," he kissed her, "and you love me."
Ava moved her hand up to his face and rested them on his cheeks. "Why wouldn't you leave me then?"
"You fucked me up."
"Wow! Thank you, that makes me so much calmer," Ava laughed.
"And I love you." He was playing with her hair and kissed her. "I've never... had this... with anyone." She knew what he meant and kissed him.
"I know. And yes, I do love you too."
"You don't want another kid?"
Ava had thought about it, mainly that if she was to have more children she would want it before Grace was too old. The age difference would be big even now.
"Are you sure about this?"
Happy ran his hands down her sides and was pulling in her underwear. "I'm very sure."
His fingers were between her legs and not much longer after that they had sex. Afterwards the was on his arm.
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't hassle me about this, no questions if my period is late or anything like that. Even if I take out the IUD it might be months until I can get pregnant. And no panic fucks! We have sex because we want to, not to make a baby."
"Ok." He hugged her tighter. "I'll be good."
"You're never good." She kissed his cheek. "You're a cocky bastard."
"You still love me."
"I do, very much."
-o0o-
Happy didn't ask her, not once. She told him that she'd taken out the IUD but that was it. He wanted to ask but did as she had told him. She did have some periods, that was fucking hard to miss.
Grace and him still went on their sessions. He was totally crazy about her. She had so many questions about so many things. He was quite glad she didn't ask him about sex though. That would have totally messed with his head. Thinking about Grace and sex was just... wrong. She was his baby girl and she shouldn't be thinking about that. Ever.
He woke up a saturday morning with a horrible fucking hangover. There was no one else in the apartment but Ava had left pills on the counter with a note. 'You smell!'. He would've laughed if he hadn't been worried that his head might explode if he did.
He took the pills and went back to bed. Something woke him up a couple of hours later but he wasn't sure what. Then he heard the water running in the bathroom and hushed voices. He got up, quite pleased to notice that his head didn't hurt as bad anymore.
Grace and Pete was in the bathroom and they both looked upset. He saw her hand that was in the water stream and she looked up at him with big eyes.
"It won't stop bleeding."
"What? Let me see." She held out her hand and blood was streaming from it. He knew that the water made it look worse than it was but it still freaked him out. He grabbed a towel, knelt down in front of Grace and wrapped her hand with it, trying to dry of the worse. Then he took a closer look. It was a clean cut about an inch long and it was deep. "Grace, who did this to you?"
Happy was going to go get his gun and shoot whoever did this in the stomach and spend the next couple of hours watching the person die in agony. Or just simply go medieval on the fuckers. Grace looked embarrassed.
"Peter."
That was not what he expected so he looked up at Pete and realized that he was standing with his left hand under the water as well. It took him a couple of seconds then he realized what they had done.
"Did you do a blood pact?" Both Grace and Peter nodded. "Let me have a look at yours Pete."
"Rrrr, Pete-rrr!" Grace said. He would never say that, he loved to tease her about it too much. Pete came up to him and showed his hand as well. Happy sighed. "You both need stitches. What did you use to cut yourself with?"
Grace managed to look even more embarrassed. But she didn't say anything, she had her extremely guilty face and kept exchanging glares with Pete who looked equally embarrassed and guilty.
"Sugar, tell me what you used." He wrapped the towel around her hand before picking up another towel for Peter.
"Your knife," she whispered.
He halted and turned around and knelt down in front of her. "Look at me." She turned her eyes to him, her big blue, beautiful eyes. "You can't ever touch that or take things of mine if they can be dangerous." Her eyes fell to the floor again, he raised her face back up to look at him. "You're smart enough to know what can be dangerous." He looked at Pete to include him, "you both are." Pete nodded.
He took the phone form his pocked and made the call.
"Yes?"
"Hey, It's Hap. I think both Grace and Pete needs stitches."
"What did they do?"
"They cut their hands."
"Take them to the clubhouse."
"I don't have a car."
"I'll pick you up."
"Thanks, Tara." He knelt down again and noticed the tears in Grace's eyes. Fuck! He hated it when she cried. "Sweetie, there's no need to cry."
She sobbed and his fucking heart broke. He sat down on the toilet and picked her up into his lap. Her arms were around his neck and she rubbed her face agains his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Dad."
His heart stopped for a second and he hugged her even harder. She called him 'dad'. She had never done that and she didn't even seem to realize that she had done it. He wanted to hear her say it again. She was still sobbing into his neck and he stroke her hair.
"It's ok sweetie." He gave her a kiss. "Just don't ever take my things again."
"I won't. I promise. I'm sorry."
"Wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have left it lying around." He felt her nod against his neck. It was his fault as well. He usually made sure that things were stashed away when he went to bed but he hadn't really been aware of much the night before. He got up, still holding her. "Come on, Pete. Tara is picking us up."
Pete looked a bit shook up as well so he took his hand and told them both to wait in the hallway while he got dressed. He was going to have to call Ava too. She would probably get pissed as hell. Mostly at him. Probably only at him.
He took his clothes and cut from the bedroom before walking out in the hallway again. Peter was standing with his arms around the still sniveling Grace. This was killing him, he picked her up again.
"I'm not angry. I promise." She just nodded. "Does it hurt?" Another nod. "Tara will fix it."
As they walked into the clubhouse his phone rang and it was Ava.
"What happened?" He assumed that Tara had called her.
"They were doing a blood pact. With my knife." He closed his eyes and waited for the storm.
"You idiot." That was all she said in a calm, but very angry, voice. "I'll call Peter's parents."
"Tell them to come get him here."
"I will. And tonight we're having a serious talk about your weapons."
He sighed, "ok."
He wasn't going to argue about this. He had fucked up, it was his fault and he knew it. Whatever she had coming for him he deserved it.
An hour later Grace and Peter were sitting at a table, both with bandaged left hands and an ice cream in their right hand. Tig came through the door with a big fucking man next to him.
"Dad!" Pete yelled and jumped down from the chair and ran up to the man.
Happy looked at the guy. Jesus fucking christ, he had not expected Pete's dad to look like that. He had met his mom once, a small, kind of pretty woman but he had a hard time connecting either her or Pete to this man. Happy got up and walked up to him.
"Happy, this is my dad."
The man looked at him then extended his hand. "I'm Keith."
"Happy."
"What happened?"
"They took my knife to do a blood pact."
Keith looked at Pete in his arms. "Blood pact?"
"If we shared blood we would be like real brother and sister." Pete explained.
"So what did you learn?"
"To not touch Happy's things and not play with knives." Pete looked like Grace who was standing next to Happy, holding his hand. She still looked ashamed.
"So you've learned something at least. From the looks of it you got to share Grace's blood as well." Keith sad and gave his son a kiss. He looked at Happy and was about to say something when Ava walked through the door.
"Keith! I'm so sorry about this."
"Hey, you got him stitches for free. I know these two, if it hadn't been that knife it would've been some other knife." That was probably true, but any other knife would probably not have been as sharp. Happy kept quiet about that part though.
"Call if there's any problem at all. Tara's giving me some stuff to clean it. I'll bring it by your house tonight."
"Sounds good," Keith smiled then he looked at Happy again. "Keep an eye on those weapons."
"Oh. He will." Ava said with a glare at Happy. Yup, he was in trouble and judging from the snicker Tig let out he knew it too. He was going to hear about this from him as well. Both for being pussy whipped and for getting Grace hurt. He would get shit from all of them about the last part. Piney had already had a go at him and Gemma would probably rip his balls off.
Grace walked up to Ava. "It was my fault too. I took the knife."
"Honey. It wasn't your fault. But don't ever touch Happy's things again."
Keith and Pete left after he and Grace had hugged each other for a long time, whispering things to each other. They did that often. It was very much the two of them against the rest of the world and he wasn't surprised that they'd decided to do a blood pact. They had seen it in some film a couple of weeks before and Grace had talked about it a lot.
Once Pete had gone he picked up Grace again. "I'm not angry at you."
"Promise?" She said with her arms around his neck.
"Promise."
"Will you take me for a ride?"
"Sure." He kissed her cheek. "Love you, kiddo."
"Love you, Happy."
-o0o-
Ava woke up in Grace's bed later the same evening since she fell asleep while reading to her. Someone, she assumed that it was Grace, had given her a blanket and she was sweating profusely. She got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, peeled of all her clothes and got into the shower. While in the shower she tried to brush away the bad taste in her mouth.
She found one of Happy's t-shirts that smelled like him without smelling dirty and she put it on. The TV was on in the living room and she found Happy sloped down in the couch. He gave her a watchful eye. Probably to see if she was pissed, which she was. She was just to tired to argue with him and judging from his attendance to Grace that entire day he felt like shit about it anyway.
She stopped halfway to the couch and looked at him.
"Where's your gun and knife?"
"Top shelf in the wardrobe," he said. "Come here."
"Are you going to try to lure me into your arms and then make me so horny that I forget to be mad?"
He smiled,"something like that."
She glared at him for a while. "Fine. But I'm not done talking to you."
"You can keep talking. If you start nagging I'll just shove my dick into your mouth."
"HAPPY!" She exclaimed and then she laughed. She sat down in his lap. "You're horrible!"
"I already feel like shit about it."
"I know you do." She kissed him. His hand was running up her back, she felt it halt and go back down to her behind.
"You're not wearing any panties."
"No. I just had a shower."
"This is my t-shirt." He pulled in it a little.
"I know."
"You can't borrow it."
"You'll get it back but you need to listen for a while first. You've already told me that when I'm naked all you can think about is my ass and tits."
"All I can think about now is that you're not wearing any panties," he mumbled against her neck. His hand was still underneath her t-shirt and he grabbed her breast.
"Aoch, careful."
He leaned back and looked at her. "Did that hurt?"
"They're a bit tender."
"Need to tell you something." His hand was back at her breast and his thumb was circling her nipple. Even that hurt so she pulled his hand down. He gave her a strange look. "Did that hurt too?"
"Just tell me."
"Grace called me dad." He had the same look on his face as when he once told her that Grace had said she loved him the first time. "I don't think she knew she was saying it but I liked it."
"I bet you did." She leaned forward and kissed him. "I like it too."
She moved around and straddled him and put her arms around his neck.
"I'm still on the no panties." He pulled up the t-shirt a bit to look underneath it.
"Horny bastard." His hands went up to her breasts again and she winched.
"What the fuck! What's wrong with your tits?"
She took a deep breath. This was as good time as any. "I'm pregnant."
Happy stared at her for a long time. It looked like he was in a slight panic then he finally smiled. "You are?"
She allowed herself to breath again. "Yes. Did a test this morning and a tried to wake you up but you were kind of out of it."
He kissed her before suddenly stopping to have another look at her. "Wait! What the fuck does that have to do with your tits?"
"They get tended because I'm pregnant."
"They're going to be like that until you pop out the kid?"
"No, I don't think so," she laughed because he looked really worried. "And it's not going to 'pop out', I assure you."
"Good, I love your tits!" He was so focused on them, he hadn't even heard her second comment.
"Want your t-shirt back now?"
"Oh, yes. I'm going to fuck my pregnant Old Lady." He had a huge smile on his lips now. He leaned back and looked at her again, stroking her face. "How are you doing?"
"I feel sick quite a lot, a heartburn that's horrible and I'm really tired."
"Why didn't you say something? You must've had a hunch."
"I wanted to be sure." She hugged him. "I didn't want to get your hopes up or scare you half to death."
"Why would I be scared?"
"Don't even try, you panicked for a second."
Happy looked at her, his beautiful girl. He took off the t-shirt and leaned her backwards. She was fucking stunning naked in his lap.
He had panicked for a second and he wasn't sure why. But he wanted the baby. He pulled her in for a proper kiss.
"Don't know what you're talking about." He stood up, still holding her and carried her towards the bedroom.
Later, when she was lying all sweaty on his arm he moved his hand over her stomach. "We're not going to name the kid after someone in that shit movie."
She turned and looked at him. "Oh, yes we are. But there are no good names among the actors left so we're going for the characters."
"No, we're not."
"Yes. It's a Eloise or a Leon."
"Wanna bet on that?"
She got up on top of him, straddled him and looked him straight into the eyes. "I'm going to be sick, have a heartburn, my feet are going to swell up, I'll be fat as hell, have an aching back and just in general feel shitty for about eight more months. This kid is a Leon or a Eloise. Any questions on that?"
He pulled her down closer to his face. "Bitch!" Then he kissed her.
-o0o-
Grace was sitting next to him on the bench. He had wanted to be the one to do this but he was still a bit worried.
"I have something to tell you."
Grace turned her head and looked at him. "Something good?"
"I think you'll like it."
"Tell me!" She said with a huge smile on her lips.
"You're gonna be a big sister."
At first her smile got even bigger and then he saw it. The thing he had been waiting for. The very same thing that had gone through Ava's head when he had asked her. Grace looked down on the ground.
"You and mom are having a baby?"
He wanted to hug her but Grace needed to do things at her own speed and she needed to figure out how to ask him this herself. He didn't want to mention it first. If he said to her that she was their kid as well it would just show her that he had thought about it.
"Yes."
She made and attempt to smile when she looked at him. "What do you hope it is?"
"A boy. Already got a daughter." He could see it took her a few seconds and the she smiled for real. She got it. He knew she would.
"I'd like that. A baby brother." She looked up at him and took his hand. "Are you happy?"
"Yes, Sugar."
"Are you going to be with her when she gives birth?"
Oh, fuck! He hadn't thought about that part. How the fuck could he have not thought about that? He had no problem with torturing someone but to watch Ava in pain for hours, that would get to him. Without a doubt.
"Eh, yeah. I'll be there with her." He finally picked her up and hugged her. "Will you wait outside? So you can welcome the kid right away?"
"Can I?"
"Of course. You need to get to know the kid, so you can protect it, be the best big sister in the world."
"I will! I'm gonna take such good care of it!"
"I know you will." She might not be capable of taking care of a pet but she was really good with Jax's kids, always playing with them. Just like the older kids were really nice to her. The kids in the club really did take good care of each other. He had never noticed that before, on the other hand he had never taken much notice of the kids before Grace.
-o0o-
Happy was carrying the sleeping Grace inside the apartment. He was pissed as hell but not at her. The place was quiet so Ava was probably sleeping, she was usually out like a light around nine. She was really tired and her tits were still hurting.
He put Grace in her bed. He didn't give a shit about Ava's rule about brushing the teeth right now. Her hand had heeled up and she was quite proud of the scar that both she and Pete had. She hadn't called him dad again but he wasn't too worried, she had done it once as a reflex, it would come back again.
Ava was in the couch sleeping. He knelt down next to her and moved the book and stroke his hand over the still flat belly. She inhaled sharply and opened her eyes.
"I fell asleep."
"I can see that."
She sat up and moved her legs so he sat in between them. "What's wrong?"
"Who says something's wrong?"
"I am." Her hands was run along his jaws and she was following the right hand with kisses. "So tell me."
"Gemma was on my ass about Grace today."
"About Grace?"
"That I should adopt her, as if some fucking paper would make a difference."
Ava was quiet. She just kept kissing him gently, he usually loved it when she did this to him. This time he was more disturbed by the fact that she didn't say anything.
"You think it would make a difference?" It was pissing him off that she didn't say something about it.
"Not to me, or Grace or you. But it makes a difference to the rest of the world. If anything should happen to me..."
He didn't want to hear anything like that. "Nothing is going to happen to you!"
"Happy..."
"No! Nothing is fucking going to happen to you!"
"Please..."
"No, I'm not going to listen to this shit." Happy got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Nothing was fucking going to happen to Ava. He didn't want to think about that shit. He locked himself into the bathroom. He knew it was childish but he needed a few seconds without her watching him. He couldn't handle her watching him when he was upset like this. Nothing was going to happen to her. He would make damn sure about that!
He was brushing his teeth when he heard the knock on the door.
"Honey, please open the door."
Happy sighed and unlocked the door. He immediately went back to the basin and didn't even look at her. Ava came up behind him and put her arms around his waist.
"She's my kid," he finally said.
"I know that, honey, and she knows that too. I'm just scared that the Richardsons would get her."
That hit him like a sledgehammer. He could loose both of them. When he turned around he hugged her hard.
"Would it even be possible for me to adopt her?" He had a record, had done time.
"I don't know. I didn't even want to bring it up because I knew you would be pissed."
"So you asked Gemma?"
"I might have mentioned it."
"Sneaky bitch." He tilted her head back and kissed her. "Nothing is going to happen to you."
"I know. That glare could probably stop the lightning from striking down on me."
He held her face and looked into her golden eyes. "You need to fucking stay ok."
"I love you."
"Good." He kissed her again. Just the thought of something happening to her made him feel sick. Then he realized something. "You'll need to marry me you know."
"I think I can live with that."
"Yeah? You'll be Mrs. Lowman." He liked the thought of that. She'd be his wife. She'd be his in every fucking way possible.
"Then you definitely would have to adopt Grace cause I won't have a different name than my daughter."
"I know. I want her to be a Lowman too."
"So we'll start by getting married and I'll call Ally Lowen for the adoption."
"I'll talk to Grace." He held Ava for a while. She'd be his wife and Grace would really be his kid. "Ill talk to mom as well. She'll love it."
-o0o-
"I just want you to understand that it's a minor fucking miracle that I pulled this off." Gemma was still nagging about it.
"I know, Gemma. Thank you so much." Ava had already thanked her many times that day. And the days before. She had said sorry about as many times as thank you. Gemma was really pissed.
"Two weeks!" She yelled. "You couldn't give me more time than that?"
"You've done a great job"
"It's not very romantic you know. Doing it like this."
"We're not very romantic people." An extravagant wedding wasn't their style. They would've both hated it. Even this was a bit over the top but Gemma had been so pissed about the short time she had and Ava didn't want to upset her anymore than necessary.
She was very grateful when Clark came in. That would make Gemma go a little easier on her.
"You look beautiful." He gave her a hug.
"Thank you."
Ava took another look in the mirror. It was a simple dress, straight, with thin straps and in lace.
Happy had talked to Grace about the adoption. She'd said that she wanted him to do it because it meant he had to marry Ava and that she'd get his name. She wanted to have Happy's name and the same name as her sibling.
Clark gave her away and afterwards the only thing she could remembered from the ceremony was Happy's eyes when she said 'I do'.
He hadn't made a big thing of the wedding and basically said he saw it as something he had to do to adopt Grace and that they should just make sure it was done as soon as possible. But those eyes told her differently. He loved that she had just promised to be his until the day one of them died. It thrilled him. He would never admit and it didn't matter. She had seen it. He wanted her to be all his, in all ways possible. That's what that look was about.
He did say that thing though. That had been his only demand. He looked right at her with a smirk on his lips and said he'd "treat her as good as his leather and ride her as much as his Harley".
When she found him on a chair later that evening he was pretty damn drunk. He pulled her down into his lap.
"You didn't promise me anything."
"Sure I did."
"What did you promise me?"
"That I'd take you as my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, til death do us part."
"You just said 'I do'."
"Not good enough?"
"No, promise me more."
She stroke his jaws and kissed him. "Ok. I promise that I'll love you always and I'll kiss you everyday."
"And?"
"And... I'll never, ever yell at you." He pulled her hair and kissed her neck. "How drunk are you planning on getting tonight?"
"Why?"
"Just trying to figure out if I'll get laid tonight."
"You'll get laid. Don't worry about it."
"It'd be the first time you fuck a wife."
"First time I fuck my wife at least," he said with a smirk on his lips.
"Bad, bad man," she laughed. "I'll hold you to that. You better stay sober enough to fuck me."
"I will. I'll ride you like my Harley."
"Don't ever say that again."
He laughed at her and kissed her again. "Ok. That'll be my last promise to you today."
-o0o-
Happy came home in the middle of the night. One of the good things with having Jax in the club was that he had small kids and usually wanted to get home as soon as possible. So he and Jax was the two who bailed out before the party most of the time. He didn't want to be away anymore than necessary right now.
He took a quick look at Grace, she was sleeping soundly. She still had nightmares sometimes but it wasn't as often anymore.
Ava was sleeping as well. She had one pillow under her head, two under her arm and two under the leg that was in front of her. Basically; she had all the fucking pillows. He pulled in the pillows underneath her leg.
"Hey, fatso," he mumbled in her ear. "Wanna give me some pillows?"
She mumbled something and held on to the pillows even tighter.
He laid down behind her, an arm around her huge stomach and bit down in her earlobe. "Fatso?"
"Asshole!" She mumbled and turn around. "It's not nice to call your pregnant wife 'Fatso'."
He loved hearing her refer to herself as his pregnant wife.
"If you take all the pillows I'll call you whatever I like."
"You weren't here. I need all pillows or you to be able to sleep comfortably." He felt her putting her leg around his. "I had your pillow between my legs so it might smell of my pussy."
"Nice," he mumbled when he picked up the pillows and put them under his head.
"Thought you'd like that."
He was on his back, she was on his arm with her legs over his and her huge belly against his side. He could actually feel the kid kicking against him. Very freaky feeling but he liked it. He reached down to stroke it and Ava kissed his chest.
"Did it all go well?"
"Yeah."
"Didn't think you'd be home until tomorrow."
"Jax wanted to get home to the kids so I tagged along."
"Admit it; you missed me."
"I did. There's so much of you to miss."
Her due date was two weeks away and he was nervous, not that he would admit that to fucking anyone.
Ava noticed that Happy was still awake and he didn't seem to even try to relax.
"What's wrong?"
He turned his head and looked at her. "Nothing. Can feel the kid."
"I'll be fine."
"I know you will."
"You don't have to be there with me."
"Yes I do."
"You should've followed me to one of the classes then."
"Think any of those fancy moms would've been able to relax with me in there?" He had read the brochure, it guaranteed a 'relaxing environment'. He didn't provide that.
Ava laughed. "Probably not." She pulled him down for a kiss. "Think you could rub my back a little."
"If you rub my dick later."
"Might change my mind if you're up for that. If you fuck me you could get this shit started."
"Are you making shit up to get laid?" He laughed and moved around and put his arms around her. "Cause you don't have to do that. Just fucking ask me."
"Not making it up." She licked his chest and raked her teeth over his collarbone. "And I'm asking."
"Turn around, Babe."
She did as he asked and he moved his hand to her breasts, stroking hem carefully. Then moved it down her side, over her belly and in between her legs.
"You're sexy even when you're fat."
"That's not how you get me going."
"I know. I'll get you going. Don't worry."
And he was so right. He could get her going just by standing in a corner in the same room as her if he wanted to.
He entered her from behind, her leg hooked over his and kept kissing her neck even nibbling on it now and then. As they both got closer he moved up, straddling her leg with the other one over his leg, fucking her as she was still on her side. He leaned over her and kissed her, thrusting into her and she came, hard. He came just after her.
When he moved down behind her he was still inside her.
"I like that position."
"Know you do." He hugged her tight. "You like all positions."
"Yeah, I do. I used to be such a nice girl."
"You're still a nice girl. Just ended up in bad company."
"Bad ass biker husband." She was spinning his ring as she said it. She wasn't sure why it mattered that they were married. But it did. He was her husband.
"Go to sleep, Babe."
She turned around to get comfortable and fell asleep holding him.
-o0o-
Happy woke up and realized he was alone in the bed. How she managed to sneak out without him noticing he couldn't for the life of him figure out. She usually flopped around in the bed like a seal before she managed to get out. He had pointed that out and that had earned him one of the meanest looks she'd ever given him. As an excuse he had fucked her very properly. That was one of the main reasons he teased her, she usually demanded a fuck as an excuse. At first he thought she was in the bathroom. She was up four or five times a night to pee, equally annoyed every time. Then he heard strange noises from the living room, like panting.
He found her in the couch, she was breathing funny.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She didn't answer and just looked at him while still breathing funny. He stared at her and she finally stopped.
"I think I'm in labor." She said with her eyes closed.
Happy stared at her for a while. Then it hit him.
"Shouldn't we go to the hospital or something?"
"No. Not yet. Come and lay down next to me."
"Sure? I mean. Should you really do this at home?" He would very much prefer her at a hospital with people who knew about this.
"Come on," she insisted.
So he did. He was nervous as hell but he wasn't going to show her that. And as far as giving birth was considered he'd do whatever the fuck she told him to do. He laid down next to her. Rubbed her belly or her back when she was in labor and kept an eye on the watch to see how far apart they were.
"You should call Gemma so she can be with Grace at the hospital." She said about an hour later.
He nodded and got out of the couch to find his phone.
-o0o-
Six hours later Happy was wondering how fucking long this would take. Ava was still calm, as always. He had called Gemma a couple of times and she said that Grace was walking around in the hospital and that she was fine. She also said he should focus on his fucking wife. So he did.
Another four long fucking hours later, Ava was soaked in sweat, she hadn't said a single word in quite some time and just kept breathing.
"Ava, you're fully dilated now. Next contraction I want you to push," the midway said it that annoyingly perky voice
Ava grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. "Stay with me."
"I'm not going anywhere." He felt like running out of there like a bat outta hell. This was freaking him out and watching her in pain without being able to do shit about it was messing with his head. He had never in his entire fucking life felt so useless.
To make it even worse, she didn't look calm anymore. She had panic in her eyes and was staring at him, squeezing his hand.
Her eyes grew wider and then she closed them and pushed.
"That's a good girl, Ava. Keep pushing." The midwife said, still in the perky tone he hated and he knew Ava hated it as well. "More, more. Come on, honey, you're doing great."
Then Ava took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. Happy had no idea what he was supposed to do. He stroke her forehead and kissed her.
"It's not much left. I can see the head." The doctor looked up at Happy. "Wanna see it?"
"No!" Ava said and held his hand harder. "Stay here with me. I need you." Probably to have something to focus on rather than the overly perky bitch midwife.
"I'll stay." He mumbled and leaned his head next to hers. "You're amazing, Babe," he whispered in her ear.
She gave him a tired smile and then he could see on her that another contraction was coming. He grabbed her hand harder and watched her push. Her chin was down against her chest and she was grabbing on to the side of the bed with her other hand. Fucking hell, he would do anything to be anywhere but here. This was fucking killing him. That was his girl and she was in pain. He stroke her hair with his free hand and pressed his lips at her temple.
Suddenly she screamed and then her entire body went lax.
He panicked and turned to the nurse to see what the fuck just happened. It was just in time to see her pull out a small, slimy and slightly bloody baby out of his wife.
"Here it is," she smiled. Then she proceeded by sticking her finger in its mouth, laid it over the arm and rubbed it's back. Happy was about to throw a punch at her for manhandling his kid like that. "Come on, let me hear your lounges," she mumbled. And it screamed.
"Let me have it." Ava had a tired voice but when he looked at her she smiled. She was reaching out for the baby and the nurse laid it on Ava's chest. Ava stroked it's head while laughing with tears streaming down her face. "Welcome, little one."
She carefully lifted it up and Happy choked. "It's a boy." He leaned down and kissed Ava. "I love you."
She smiled, the most stunning fucking smile he'd ever seen on her, "I love you too."
"Would the dad like to cut the cord?"
Happy didn't even look up from the position he had next to Ava's head, just looking at the boy. "No." Why the fuck would he want to do that? He wanted to look at his boy and kiss his wife. Not play around with scissors.
He carefully stroke the baby's head. He was about to fucking loose it and wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to step out of the room for a few seconds but he didn't want to leave Ava or the baby.
"I want him to take the baby to our daughter. She's waiting in the family room. Could you let him do that?"
"Sure. I just need to have a look at him and then we'll make him presentable." The nurse smiled and took the baby.
"Why does she need to do that?"
"They do something called a apgar score one and five minutes after the baby is born," Ava explained when the midwife had taken the baby. "It's nothing to worry about."
She stroke his cheek and he turned to look at the baby. "He's perfect."
"He is." Ava mumbled and he turned and kissed her again.
Happy was still about to loose it and he was getting anxious.
"Mr. Lowman." The midwife smiled and handed him the boy. "Go and show him to his big sister and we'll deliver the placenta." He didn't need to know that.
He looked at the package in his arm. He was so little and looked back at him with big dark eyes. Happy knew he had about five seconds to get the fuck out of there and walked to the door. His vision was blurry but he found a chair in the hallway and sat down. He had fucking tears in his eyes and no one would be allowed so see that! Ever!
He dried his eyes and looked down at the boy again. Leon. That would be his name, Ava wouldn't back down on that and after today she could call him whatever the hell she wanted. She had been amazing, he was just ridiculously proud of his wife.
He gave himself about five minutes and when it felt like he was holding it together again he got up to find Grace.
She was sitting on a couch next to Gemma and broke into huge smile when she saw him. Happy walked up to her and knelt down in front of her. "Wanna meet your baby brother?"
He hadn't thought it was possible but her smile got even wider. "I have a baby brother," she mumbled and Happy put Leon in her arms. "He's very pretty." She leaned down and kissed him.
"He's beautiful." Gemma smiled.
"Hi." Grace was talking to the baby. "I'm your big sister Grace and I'm gonna take real good care of you. I'm gonna be the best big sister in the world." She mumbled against his cheek.
Gemma left them for a while, probably to give them space and he appreciated it.
"His name is Leon."
Grace looked at him. "I think Lemmy is a better name."
"You're probably right but your mom deserves to name him."
"I don't like it."
"It's a nice name." Happy had gotten used to it over the months and it was at least better than the girl-name she had picked.
Grace looked at the baby again. "You have a silly name but you're really pretty anyway." She told her brother with a very serious face. She kissed him again. "I love you."