Sunday….after the barbeque

Slowly opening her eyes, Olivia knew immediately that she slept in later than she normally did. With all her errands completed there wasn't anywhere she had to be today. She could finish reviewing the site plans and actually relax before beginning her new job tomorrow. Feeling refreshed after an exceptionally long shower, she threw on her favorite worn t-shirt and cutoffs, piled her hair in a bun on top of her head, applied some moisturizer and made her way into the kitchen.

"Thank you Jesus!" Olivia said out loud finding a very cold Mocha Frappuccino in the refrigerator. Twisting the top off and grabbing a straw, she took the first sip and was in heaven. Gathering the files from the counter, she made her way over to her couch and settled in. Realizing it was almost too quiet she thought to open her balcony door that conveniently had a hidden pocket screen door to keep out the bugs. "Perfect" thought Olivia now back on the couch with files in her lap. Noticing all her files were in order for tomorrow, she smiled thinking she now had the rest of the day to do nothing, absolutely nothing. Lounging back on the couch she found HGTV and began her afternoon…..falling back asleep within thirty minutes.

Her Sunday morning began like it always did. She and Jax sleeping in until they heard Abel in the baby monitor then Jax bringing Abel into their room. Tara never dreamed when she left Jax all those years ago that not only would they find their way back to each other but she would be the mother to an amazing baby boy. Getting out of bed to get Abel some breakfast she thought back to last night and was still in shock over how well everything went. Everything meaning Gemma. She wanted Gemma to get to know Olivia and prayed she would like her but when Gemma had told her she herself had invited Oliva to the barbeque, she had to admit she was preparing for the worst. Gemma was never this open to anyone, especially another woman, near a SAMCRO function. Poor Lyla had endured months of Gemma's "testing" period only appearing to have passed once Opie asked her to marry him and even now she still kept Lyla at arms length. Deciding she would worry about Gemma later, she refocused herself on her two favorite things….Jax and Abel.

Clay was enjoying his second cup of coffee when he caught the look on his wife's face. Having been married to Gemma long enough, Clay Morrow knew the different "faces" of his wife.

"What you thinking about?" Clay asked sipping on his coffee.

"Last night went well, don't you think? I'm glad Opie & Lyla finally set a date. I was beginning to think he was having second thoughts."

"Yeah, last night was great, but when aren't your famous family dinners not" smirked Clay. "What's really going through that head of yours Gemma"?

Shooting her husband one of her trademark looks, Gemma stood up to refresh her own coffee. "Just glad everything went well last night. Wasn't sure how the guys would be react with someone new at the table." Gemma said referring to Olivia.

"Bullshit Gemma. Considering all of them were almost drooling over her, I don't think they had a problem with her. Seriously, what's going on?"

"Just trying something new, Baby." Gemma said kissing Clay lightly on the lips.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means I'm trying to do something out of my comfort zone. I invited the tartlet to a SAMCRO family dinner having only had two brief conversations with the bitch one of those before I even knew she was Tara's friend."

"Gemma, whatever you're planning you need to drop it. We don't need any shit happening between you and Tara. I'm serious." Scolded Clay.

"Clay, I'm not doing a damn thing except trying to be welcoming to not only Tara's friend but Elliotts' new associate. I see how close those two are and I'm not up to anything regardless of what you think." Gemma said walking out to check on her plants.

"Yeah, and I'm the king of England" thought Clay at his wife's last statement.

A usual Sunday morning at the clubhouse meant a floor covered in empty beer bottles, naked people laying on any flat surface they could find and a distinct odor of smoke, sex and booze. But not today, with last night being a SAMCRO family barbeque the guys finally made their way back just before three and immediately crashed. Bobby was of course the first one up, making his standard pot of coffee and walking outside to enjoy the paper. Seeing Tig stumble out he motioned for him to come over.

"Can't believe you're up at this hour brother." Stated Bobby drinking his coffee.

"Fuck, me either. Probably cause I didn't have any pussy last night. Speaking of pussy, hot fuckin' hot is Olivia? Damn, I couldn't stop staring at her. I would've fucked her right there last night."

"Tig, Olivia ain't no croweater. Doubt she'd give you the time of day." Smirked Bobby.

"Fucker you don't know that. I have skills you can't even imagine."

Almost choking on his coffee, Bobby couldn't help but laugh at his brother's over confidence at his thinking Tara's friend would end up as one of his many fuck buddies. "These next few months are going to be rough but ensuring we get all these orders filled means an ass load of money for the club, and we can't afford to fuck this deal up."

"No doubt man. Clay's called church tomorrow night to make sure everyone's up on what's about to happen. Still got some doubts about bringing in Gunner and Koz from Tacoma but I know we need the money so I'll try to place nice." Tig grinned thinking about his hate for Koz.

"They're just helping on the transportation. Pretty sure Hap will handle all the northern drops, so you shouldn't have to deal with either of them. Where is Hap?" asked Bobby noticing his bike wasn't in the lot.

"Said he was taking a ride when he left Clay's this morning. Said he'd be back for church tomorrow evening. Fuck, I'm goin' back to bed." Tig said walking back to the clubhouse.

He left Clay & Gemma's knowing exactly where he was going. Heading about an hour outside of Charming he turned off the unmarked dirt road ready to crash. Pulling up to the rustic cabin, he climbed off his bike with his helmet in his hand. Making his way inside, he began stripping off his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom ready for a long, hot shower to sooth his tight muscles. Standing under the shower head letting the almost scolding hot water wash over him his mind shifted to the club. The next several weeks were going to be non-stop gun running and everything had to run smoothly. SAMRCO had managed to dodge the Feds recently and should still be laying low on running product, but the deal with Laroy was too good to pass up. Providing everything went according to plan, completing this deal would set SAMCRO up for at least the next two years with positive cash flow not to mention fatten the pockets of all of them. With the help of some brothers from Tacoma, running the orders shouldn't be a problem. Slade assured Clay that his guys were on it and understood everything. Hap personally felt that using Gunner was a mistake but had to accept it was Slades' call as President of Tacoma and prayed that Koz could keep the fucker reigned in. Hap respected his brothers and accepted the decisions handed down, his job was to end anything that threatened SAMCRO and was never questioned about his methods. After thirty minutes and the hot water turning cold, he turned off the shower, grabbed his towel and dried off. Turning off the light, he threw back the covers and climbed into bed. Starting to let sleep take over he found his mind going back to earlier and the barbeque. Not being one for socializing, he had found himself "guilted" by Gemma into attending. He actually enjoyed spending time with his brothers, of course he preferred the shooting range or battling it out in the ring but barbeques weren't his thing. What surprised him was seeing Olivia ….completely not expecting to see her there. He'd be lying if he denied an instant attraction to the brunette, which was odd because he normally went for blondes. Bottle or natural didn't matter to Happy so long as they were prepared to get him off on their knees or all fours. They had made eye contact several times throughout the night, he caught her totally off guard at her car and made sure she was in constant eye sight during the card game. She, Tara, Lyla and Gemma were sitting around the fire pit in the yard drinking margaritas and talking women shit. He noticed the four women appeared to all be having a good time considering the amount of laughter that he kept hearing. He had watched her walk back into the house to get another round of drinks. She had an ass that he could only imagine would fit perfectly in his hands as he fucked her senseless, full lips that he could almost feel sucking on his hardening dick and hearing moan after moan of her begging him not to stop. "FUCK!" thought Happy sitting up and snapping himself out of picturing Olivia naked. Regardless of how utterly sexy he thought she was, this woman was no sweetbutt or crow eater. This was a woman who could have any man she wanted and would. But Happy wasn't the "type" of man a woman like Olivia would go for. He wasn't the "9 to 5" type that came home for dinner each night. He killed for his club and would make no excuses for it. He had his strict set of rules when it came to women and didn't break any of them. His job within the club was exactly what he wanted and had accepted long ago that no woman would "fit" into his life and that was just fine with him. With the control to completely shut things out of his mind, Olivia Parker was now gone replaced by details of the next several weeks of club business. Within twenty minutes Happy was sound asleep.

Waking up at noon on Sunday, Happy got up fixed some breakfast and headed outside to work on his latest find. If he had a hobby it would be restoring old bikes. He found that with the darkness he was used to in his "line of work", rebuilding a classic Harley was his outlet of letting the horrific images out of his mind. He'd have the rest of today and most of tomorrow to himself before he needed to be at church. Realizing this was probably the last moments he'd have to himself for the next several weeks, he went to work on the engine relishing the complete quiet of being alone.

Hearing her phone chirp, Olivia slowly woke up after what she thought was a brief nap. Realizing she had slept the whole afternoon away, she reached for her phone at the same time her stomach growled loudly.

"Call me when you get time. T"

Dialing Tara's number, she climbed off the couch and made her way over to the kitchen. Waiting to leave a message for Tara, she looked through her now filled pantry in hopes for finding something to eat.

"Hey…it's me, got you message. I'm at home the rest of the night so call me back when you can." Said Olivia now yawning. Finally settling on a Lean Cuisine pizza, she quickly ate and decided to spend the rest of the night in bed watching bad television. About an hour later, she saw Tara calling.

"Hi. How's your day been?" asked Olivia turning down the tv.

"Good. Spent the day with my boys. What about you?"

"Woke up, showered, got dressed, reviewed some files, fell asleep, woke up, ate dinner and now I'm in bed. I think I've slept more today than I have in weeks."

"Have you even left your condo?" laughed Tara at her yawning friend.

"Actually I haven't. I know that tomorrow is the beginning of no time off, so I was perfectly okay with my very lazy day today."

"So, what'd you think about the barbeque?" Tara asked a little worried that Olivia would never want to be around SAMRCO again.

"I was pleasantly surprised actually. From what you've told me about how the club feels about outsiders, I was concerned no one would even talk to me but I was wrong. Everyone was very welcoming and I had a great time. Are you sure I wasn't intruding on family time?"

"No, trust me, Gemma wouldn't have invited you. She doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do, so take it as a compliment. I hope you can overlook the guys staring at you. You're not exactly what their used to." Laughed Tara.

"I kinda thought that at hearing Tig describe his, what was it he called it, oh yeah, his latest "fuckfest with the blond hoover". I didn't think I'd ever stop laughing at him. Juice and Bobby are adorable and Chibs is wonderful. " thought Olivia replaying last night's mirage of conversations in her head. "Clay's a little unreadable though. Lyla and Opie seem perfect for each other."

"Yeah, he can be hard to figure out but he's been supportive of me and is great with Abel." Tara said putting the baby in his swing.

"All the guys seem great. I'm sure you're never lacking for entertainment being around them." Olivia commented still thinking about Tig's full-detailed story of his latest bed buddy.

"That they are. Happy's the only one I really don't know much about. He keeps to himself and hardly even talks. I know his mom is fighting cancer and he takes care of her. She's in a care center north of here and he visits her regularly."

"That's sad. Does he have any other family?"

"Not that I know of. I think it's always been he and his mom. I think Jax had told me that his dad ran out on them when he was little and she raised him on her own. I can imagine she's a tough lady." Tara replied trying to get a now fussy Abel out of his swing. "Goodness, your fussy" said Tara to the crying baby in her arms. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you hadn't fled Charming after your intro to SAMCRO last night."

"No, I'm still here. Not going anywhere. You get him settled and I'll text you at some point tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good, have a great night. Love ya Liv"

"Love ya too!" said Olivia hanging up the call. Putting her cell phone on the night stand, she rolled back over and turned the tv back up. Finding one of her favorite movies "When Harry Met Sally" she snuggled into the covers to watch the classic. It was only a few minutes into the movie when she found herself thinking back to last night and one person in particular….Happy. They had made eye contact several times throughout the night and had yet another "private" encounter at her SUV. He again almost sent her into cardiac arrest when she turned only to slam right into him. Into his hard, firm chest that she kept her hands on for several minutes. She remembered (and could still feel) his hands on either side of her waist standing extremely close to her while he again warned her about Zobelle. While he was yet again telling her that she shouldn't be around the man, she noticed just how dark his eyes were, and how soft and full his lips were. She'd be lying to herself if she hadn't thought that at one point he was going to kiss her, but his phone went off. "Olivia, you are out of your mind" thought the now sleepy brunette. "No hardass biker would be interested in a woman outside the club and why are you even thinking about this man". Thoughout the barbeque she caught herself stealing glances to the overly silent biker. She could tell that he was muscular and confirmed it when she had her hands on his chest. She noticed his arms were completely covered with tattoos and could tell he must have them on his chest from what showed out around his collar. The few times she had actually heard him speak, she felt her insides flip. At one point she thought she saw him grin but his expression rarely changed during the night so she couldn't be sure. What she did know was that this man should completely terrify her and yet she found herself intrigued by "Mr. Silent". Unable to fight off sleep any longer, Olivia turned off the television and rolled over, forcing herself to put all the images of a certain tall, tan, tattooed, sexy biker out of her thoughts.