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A short one that just got to me, so I wrote it down. I think I still miss Grace sometimes, so here's some Grace & Happy for you.

No Need To Worry

Happy was working on a car when he noticed Grace coming. Something was off and had been for a couple of days, he knew it, but he had no idea what it was. When she came into the garage, she grabbed a coke and a straw, threw down her bag and jumped up on a workbench. All without saying a word.

He looked at his almost twelve year old daughter, but she still didn't say anything. With a sigh he dried of his hands, pulled up a stool and sat down in front of her.

"Wanna tell me what's up, Sugar?"

"Nothin'."

"Honey, don't try with me."

"It's..." she looked at him with those bright blue eyes and bit down in her lower lip. "...this guy."

Pete! It had to be Pete. He'd seen this coming and he... fuck!

"Okay?"

"He's... really cute, and I think he likes me." Fucking Pete. And he couldn't beat up a twelve year old. He'd like to. If that boy broke her heart he'd... "But... I can't, like, do something. Peter likes him too."

Wait! What the fuck did she just say?

"Hang on! It's not Pete?."

"Daaaad! You're not listening!" She half yelled and jumped down and while Happy was still sorting his thoughts she walked out.

She liked a guy, that like her, but Pete liked him too. Did he get that right? Pete liked a guy.

He needed a drink.

Happy got up and followed Grace. "Sugar! I'm sorry. Please stop!"

Thankfully she did and turned around, glaring at him. He put his hand on her back and moved her towards a bench.

"Honey, I'm just trying to figure this out. Pete likes a guy."

"Yes. That I like."

"So... Pete likes guys?"

"Duh!" She said and looked at him like he was the biggest idiot on the planet. "That's not the important part here."

It fucking was to him. He'd been worried about Pete and Grace. Ava fucking let them have sleepovers, in the same room. At least he didn't have to worry about those things. Unless...

"Does he only like boys."

"Yes. He's gay, can we leave that part now? We like the same guy, but I mean, Peter's my best friend."

This was not Happy's area of expertise at fucking all. He'd shared girls with his brothers for years and shit like that never bothered him. Until he met Ava. He'd kill anyone who tried anything with her, but he wasn't all that worried about that. She had his crow and he knew she was all his.

Besides. Grace wasn't twelve yet. What the fuck did 'liking' someone mean when you were that age. That you wanted to hold their hand? He fucking hoped it was about holding their hand.

"Honey, I'm not sure what to say," he finally admitted.

"I know," she mumbled and moved closer. "I just wanted to talk, maybe get a hug?"

He lifted her up into his lap.

"I'm sorry that I suck at this."

He noticed Tig coming towards them.

"Hey, what's up with Sunshine?" He asked and sat down next to them.

Grace looked at him. "Peter and I like the same guy."

"Ahhh." Tig said and lit a smoke. He didn't seem surprised at all. "Well, doll. You know what they say. Bros before hoes."

Happy sighed. "Tig..."

"What?" Grace said at the same time.

"Friends are forever, girl. They go first. Friends and family."

"I know that."

"Think Pete'll make a move on the guy even if he knows you like him?"

"No!" Grace almost looked upset. "Of course not. Just like I wouldn't."

"Then what's the problem?" Tig shrugged. "Pete's your guy, don't let shit like that come between the two of you."

Grace sat in silence for a while. "I'm gonna go and call Peter." she said and jumped down, half running towards the office.

"Really? Bros before hoes. You just said that to my daughter?"

"Yup. Sums it up and she got it."

Happy had to admit that Tig was right about that.

"And did you know Pete was gay?"

Tig looked at him with big eyes. "You kiddin' me? The kid's got glittery t-shirts and loves musicals. You seriously didn't know? How the fuck did you miss that?"

"I guess..."

Suddenly Tig started to laugh. "Oh, fuck, man! You've been worried about him and Grace, haven't you?"

"Well..."

"Fucking hell." Tig shook his head and stood up. "No need, brother. In a couple of years you'll have to worry about everyone else though."

Happy did feel kind of stupid it when he thought about it. Tig was right, it had been pretty damn obvious, he's just... that was his girl, he worried.

She came running back to him a few minutes later and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him hard.

"All okay with you and Pete?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Think that was more Tig than me, Sugar."

"You tried and I still love you more," she mumbled into the side of his neck. "Can you take me on a ride?"

"Sure." He hugged her tighter. That was his area of expertise, taking his baby girl on a ride.

-o0o-

That night he laid in bed and watched Ava get ready in the bathroom. He liked that. Fucking hell, she fussed over shit, washed her face with different stuff, rubbed other stuff in and then she put lotion on her legs, that was his favorite part and she knew that. She put her leg up on the toilet and rubbed it all the way up to her pussy, and then the other.

When she finally came walking he held out his arms.

"Fucking tease," he laughed and she smiled.

"You told me to leave the door open when I did that." She straddled him and gave him a kiss. "Talked to Grace earlier, she told me about her boy problems, but that you and Tig helped her to sort it out. Bros before hoes?"

"That was Tig."

"Obviously."

He wasn't sure if he should ask, but finally he did. "Did you know that Pete is gay?"

She sat up and stared at him. "Oh, Happy. Is that why you've been all worried about the sleepovers?"

"Maybe."

She laughed a little and leaned over him again, giving him small kisses, grinding her hips against him.

"No need to worry." She sat up again, pulled off the t-shirt and looked down at him. "Wanna blow off some steam?"

He fucking loved those tits.

-o0o-

The next morning he watched Pete skip into their kitchen, giving Grace a hug after a very perky: 'Morning, Happy!'

He had bright yellow jeans, a green t-shirt with a glittery print and when he reached up his arms, Happy noticed the pink belt.

Tig was right; how the fuck did he miss that?