"Rise and shine, motherfucker!" Happy's bedroom door slammed open and Talia barged in, pulling the blanket off him. "It is 5AM in Charming, California with clear skies and a solid breeze coming in from the east that's sure to really wake you up on your morning jog because guess what day it is?"

"Shut the fuck up, Talia." He groaned from under the pillow.

"Wrong! It's LEG DAY!" She all but screamed and pelted Happy with the pillow he was trying to cover his head with. "Get your crusty ass up and in the bathroom, old man! There are no if, ands or buts about LEG DAY!"

He snatched the pillow from her on the fourth hit, but he knew that wasn't enough to make her stop or go away because she jumped on his bed and kept bouncing. "Did you replace your milk with Redbull again?"

"No, but I'm gonna if you don't get up!" With that, she dived off the bed and ran out of his room.

"I'll be up in twenty minutes." He grumbled, getting comfortable again.

"HAPPY LOWMAN, GET YOUR ASS OUTTA THAT BED RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR SO HELP ME SATAN, I WILL TIE YOU TO THE GODDAMN ROOF, SHIT ON YOUR CHEST AND TORCH THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PLACE TO ASH! YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T HAVE MY GODDAMN CHAINSAW!"

One of the only constructive things that came out of Talia being in prison was that Happy got the opportunity to get rid of the concrete chainsaw she had stashed away in her closet. He remembered it showing up sometime after her 15th birthday and she never used it at home or showed it off to him, but he'd always see it with her when she'd have work. While she was away at school, he found it tucked in the closet of her room and tightly wrapped, but when he unveiled it, the chainsaw was stained with age-old as well as new blood. When she came home, he brought it up, but she asked him if he didn't want her to have it. He didn't mind her having it, was just curious about why she seemed to secretive about it, but she never brought it up again, so he dropped it. He knew for a goddamn fact that she had a terrible attachment to that thing though.

"NATALIA-"

"NO IF, ANDS OR BUTS ABOUT LEG DAY!"

...

After their morning jog and breakfast, Happy took Talia to the clubhouse with the promise of sparring in a real boxing ring the Sons had on the lot. Tig and Chibs were waiting ringside for the pair to come out of the locker-room when Jax emerged from the clubhouse and went over to the spectating men.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"We're waitin' for Hap and the little lass." Chibs answered. "Apparently, the kid's a fighter and a damn good one at that. Hap admitted she could kick his ass seven ways from Sunday."

"Where are they?"

"In the locker-room, Talia's changing."

"And, uh, Hap asked for a roll of duct tape before they went in there." Tig added with a wiggle of his brows.

Jax smired. "I always took him for a handcuffs kinda guy."

The sound of the locker-room door opening silenced the men and Happy walked out in a wife-beater, basketball shorts…and a pillow awkwardly tapped around his groin like a diaper.

"I don't know if I should ask or just let my imagination come up with an explanation." Jax said with a raised brow, trying to hide his smile.

"I don't have a cup." Was all Happy said as he climbed into the ring, which prompted the men to laugh again.

Happy leaned on the padded turnbuckle closest to the other Sons as he began strapping sparring gloves on his hands. The trio of Sons casually sparked up a conversation about this or that and Happy added his own comment every so often, but he was always checking to see if the door to the locker-room was opening. It wasn't.

"Talia Rae Lowman, stop taking Smile-ies and get out here!" He called and seconds later, the door to the locker-room opened. Talia came out taping her hands with red sports tape.

"First and foremost, I know you didn't just put my entire government out in these streets for anyone and their Momma to hear! Don't you know there are people out to get me, man?!" She yelled at him as she climbed into the ring. "Second of all, they're called Selfies and I wasn't taking them! And C, you don't need to be rushing me, old man! It's not like you got something important to be doing! I'm the most important thing in your life!"

"You finished?" Happy asked, looking down at her as he pulled on a pair of sparring gloves.

"Yep." She smiled. "What're we doing today? Kicks, combos, kicks?"

"Kicks." He affirmed and that got her to do a little cheer. "And I want you to work on your jabs."

"My jabs are fine."

"You're getting too dependent on your kicks. Your punches are lacking."

"Fine, mother."

Talia began by working on her jabs like Happy said and it was clear to Jax, Chibs and Tig that as tiny as the girl was, getting in that ring with her was going to be bad news for anyone on the receiving end. After a while, they switched to working on her kicks and Chibs threw his hands up when he saw how powerful they were.

"I'm definitely out." Chibs said and stepped a few paces away from the ring. Jax and Tig knew what he was referring to and snickered.

"What about you, Prince Charming? Still wanna play with fire?" Tig asked, jabbing his thumb at the pair in the ring.

"I'm a little afraid of her now, but at the same time, I'm semi-erect." Jax smirked. "I'm still in."

After an hour and a half of sparring and Talia managing to break one of the gloves Happy was wearing, they called it quits. They climbed out of the ring to sit on the benches as Talia caught her breath, her hair soaked with sweat.

"I like this setup, Dad." She complimented. "It's much better than that homemade punching bag you had hanging in the basement of our old place. That was cheapness at its best."

"Got you started, didn't it?"

"The Sons into bare-knuckle fights?"

"Yeah, surprised me and Tig haven't gone a round already. Boys don't fight much, but Jax gets in the ring every now and then. They usually just host the fights."

"Sign me up. I want in." She told him and he nodded. He'd keep an ear to the ground about any upcoming matches the Sons were hosting and see if they were up her alley. Talia ran a hand through her hair and groaned. "Think I'm gonna cut my hair again."

"You just dyed it." He reminded her and affectionately ran his fingers through his daughter's slightly damp hair.

"I know and I really like this color, but you know how men are. They won't put their hands on a woman in front of everyone. They've got too much pride."

"There's some female fighters around here, Chibs oughta' know who." Happy whistled and the trio of Sons leaning on the ring looked his way. Chibs cocked an eyebrow and Happy nodded.

The Scotsman made his way over to the pair and chuckled at the sight of Talia's sweaty hair covering her face as her head dangled forward. "Tal wants to break someone's face." Happy bluntly told Chibs, making the other man smile. It was the truth.

"Not too many street fights happenin' right now. Got some professional ones she might be able to join though." Chibs stroked his chin as he looked at Talia, noticing the muscles shaping her arms and recalling how she trained with her Dad just a minute ago. She was a small girl, but she had a lot of vigor and might stuffed into her. "What class is she?"

"High school." Happy answered and Chibs laughed at the misunderstanding.

"Her weight class, Hap." He clarified. "Professionally, she's an amateur, but how much does she weigh?"

"What are you, seventy-five?" He asked her, making Talia pull a face.

"You think I'm seventy-five pounds?" She questioned, honestly wanting to know if her Dad thought she was that light. "Last I checked, I was a hundred thirty-seven."

"Welterweight." Chibs thought out loud, nodding as he thought of the fights that would accept Talia. "Before we sign you up for anythin', we should get ya' some pro trainin' down at Lumpy's. Based on those moves, I think you'd be a hell of a kickboxer. Those kicks were fatal, lass."

"Okay, I didn't register a word you just said because, my God, your brogue is just…unff." She shuddered in delight as she smiled at the Scotsman. "I would pay thousands of dollars just to have you read every word out of the dictionary."

"Tal, ew." Happy sneered, trying to keep him smirk at bay.

"What? I'm trying to help him. He's gotta be careful with that voice, Dad. It's like listening to Satan sing love songs. One wrong word and he could make some poor woman's ovaries quiver before they explode."

"Wouldn't want that." Chibs chuckled, though he could feel the pricks of heat on his scarred cheeks.

He shook his head at the thought of a teenage girl making him blush like some inexperienced little boy. If he was being honest with himself, he actually liked the feeling. It made him feel a bit younger. He almost wanted to go tell Tig and Jax that he changed his mind and was back in this secret operation they had going on, but he thought against it.

Even if Talia was beautiful and charming and had that shapely body of hers, he was still unsure of her age. She was somewhere in her teens, but he didn't know if she was anywhere near the legal limit. Even if he was a Son, he'd never allow himself to go that far with a minor. It was just wrong. Even with the law regarding the legal age of consent in California, some of his brothers have walked that path and they knew they made a bad decision, but that was their burden to live with. Chibs had enough weight on his shoulders, he didn't need to add more.

"Ew." Happy repeated with a light shove to her shoulder.