Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.

Another little thing that popped up in my head. I've had the fortune to find a beta reader to help me with my lacking spelling and grammar-knowledge. So a big, big thank you to MuckyShroom. And if you for any reasons have missed her stories, immediately do something about that. She also co-operates with Voracious-Bitch under the name UndomesticatedSoA and they have written some amazing stories about the women of SOA. Don't miss those either.

Any remaining misspellings or mistakes are my own.

This takes place towards the end of Ava's pregnancy.

I Was a Tricky Kid

Grace was sitting at the workbench in the garage, her legs swinging back and forth while singing some song Happy didn't recognize. She had an apple in her hand and between bites she was wiggling a loose tooth. Her eyes were fixated on the bike Tig was working on and what he was doing. All the time, Tig kept talking to her about what he was fixing and what the different parts were.

Ava was at work but had been delayed so he'd picked up Grace from school and took her to the garage. She usually preferred that over Ava taking her home anyway, she loved being here and in all honesty, they all loved having her here. She knew what to stay away from and how to stay safe.

Ava had warned him that there would be more days like this. She wast trying to finish as much work as possible before she went on maternity leave. It was getting closer. He had no idea why she said it as a warning, he liked having Grace around. The day before she had a long monologue about why she liked rhinos better than elephants.

He glanced over at her again, to make sure it was all okay. She had jeans and one of her pink SOA t-shirts on. It had actually been some time since he'd seen her in anything but jeans and some type of bike t-shirt.

Once again she bit the apple, chewed, asked Tig some questions, and finally, put her finger into her mouth to feel the loose tooth.

Happy shook his head and went back to work. A few minutes later he heard her distressed voice.

"Oh! Oh, No! Happy!"

"What?" He turned around and looked at her. Her big blue eyes were staring at him.

"It's gone!"

"The tooth?" he said and got up to go over to her. She nodded, still with big eyes and the finger in her mouth. "Let me see."

Grace opened up wide and he could see where the tooth had been, there was some blood there.

"Must've swallowed it," Tig said and came over as well. "If it's not stuck in the apple."

She looked at the apple and with those big, puppy eyes, she looked at him when she shook her head.

"I'm not getting my dollar now," she said with a sad voice.

"Your dollar?" Happy was trying to figure out what she meant.

"You put your tooth under the pillow and the tooth fairy gives you a dollar," Tig explained. "Fuck, everyone knows that."

"Oh." He'd done it too when he was a kid but it wasn't like he remembered all that shit. "Of course. Was a penny when I was a kid."

Grace was looking at the apple again then she sighed. "I've had a dollar for all my other teeth."

She wasn't crying, not even close, but she had those fucking eyes. He racked his brain for some idea and when he looked down at the ground he saw some gravel. He lifted her off the table and kissed her forehead.

"I've got a plan. Go out to the yard and see if you can find some gravel. Same size as your teeth."

"Why?" Grace asked. He could hear Tig chuckle behind him. He'd probably figured out what the plan was.

"Just go, small ones. We're gonna trick the tooth fairy."

"Can you do that?" She looked skeptical.

"We're gonna try."

With a new smile on her face she ran outside. He turned to Tig.

"Think we got any white paint?"

Tig nodded. "Think Gemma's got tip-ex. I'll go and have a look." He shook his head as he walked.

Grace came running with gravel in her hands. "Found some." She looked at him. "Are we gonna make one of them look like a tooth."

"Yup," he said and took them from her. "Tig is getting us something to paint one with."

She was giggling now. "This is so great."

Together they found a pebble that matched in size and they carefully painted it with tip-ex.

"Think this'll work?" Grace asked, looking on while he painted.

"Yup. She'll find this and the new hole in your mouth. Ain't gonna be a problem."

"Happy."

"Yes, Sugar?"

"You're the best."

He looked at her and she had the biggest smile. There was more than one tooth missing in there. When he held out his arms she climbed up in his lap and gave him a kiss.

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The next morning he woke up when Grace jumped up into the bed.

"Happy."

"Morning, Sugar."

She held a dollar just in front of his face. "It worked." Then she poked on Ava's shoulder. "Mommy, it worked. We tricked the tooth fairy."

Ava turned around and put her arms around Grace. "You're my little tricky kid."

"It was Happy's idea. He's a tricky..." He could see her mind searching, "...biker." She looked at him. "You're a tricky biker."

Happy laughed. "Give me a kiss and then, tricky kid, and we'll have breakfast."

She gave him a kiss. "Gotta pee." And she was gone in a flash. Still clutching the dollar in her hand.

He turned around to put his arm around Ava. "I'm a tricky biker."

"Don't I know it," she mumbled and crept closer. "What are you going to teach her next? Rob Santa?"

"She gave me the puppy dog eyes," he defended himself. "And I told her the tooth fairy checked the mouth so she wouldn't think she'd get away with it any other day."

"Very tricky biker." She gave him a kiss. "Tell me something. Did you do that as a kid?"

"What, put my teeth under my pillow?"

"Yes."

"Course I did."

Ava laughed. "I would've liked to see that. You putting your tooth under the pillow. I bet you were so cute."

"I wasn't cute, I was a tricky kid."

"Yeah?"

"How do you think I got the idea to paint gravel?"

He'd done that, just after he'd dropped his first tooth and he still believed in the tooth fairy. His mom had switched the gravel for a piece of paper, signed 'the tooth fairy', that said that if he ever tried that again he'd meet the spanking bunny. He never tried it again. He might've been a tricky kid but he had a ruthless mom.