A peignoir is a long outer garment for women which is frequently sheer and made of chiffon or another translucent fabric. The word comes from Frenchpeignoir (to comb the hair), describing a garment worn while brushing one’s hair, originally referring to a dressing gown or bathrobe.
The Monday after the party, Jimin sat at his desk, typing away on his computer. After what seemed like hours, the ringing of his desk phone took his attention off of his computer. He was expecting his assistant to call, but instead he hears the familiar voice of his mother.
“Sonnnnn” she sang out. “How are you?”.
“Omma!” Jimin said with a smile on his face. No matter what the job, Jimin would always put it on pause if it meant he was talking to his mother. “I’m good. How are you and Appa?” he asks, relaxing into his chair.
“We’re good sweetheart. How is Y/n?” she asks. He could practically hear the smile on her face, but upon hearing your name, his own smile faltered.
“good good” he says, half heartedly. Since the day of the party, he had started seeing you in a somewhat different light. Sure, he still hated being married to you and he was pretty sure he didn’t have any positive feelings about you, but once he realized that you too were most likely suffering and also missed your parents, he took his coldness down a notch. Or so he thought.
“Well son, I have a favor to ask of you and Y/N” his mom said.
“Anything for you omma, what do you need?” Jimin said, thinking nothing of what was about to be asked. Anything for his mother meant quite literally anything.
“Well you see, we’re having repairs done at the house and we thought we might as well go ahead and redecorate the house while we were at it. But you see, a lot of dust is flying around the house with all the work going around and pretty soon, we’re having work done in our bedroom and bathroom so it seems like me and your father don’t really have a place to stay for a few weeks. Do you think we can stay at your place till the repairs are done? I promise, you two lovebirds won’t even notice we are there!” She said, excitedly.
Ok…anything but that.
“Uh…but what about your vacation homes?” Jimin tried.
“Oh don’t be silly darling. Those are all either out of the city or out of the country. Your father still has to go to work! We don’t really want to stay at a hotel but if you insist…” She said. She knew her son was going to say yes. But it was fun teasing him anyways.
“What, no no don’t stay at at hotel. Of course you can stay over at our place mom” Jimin said, suddenly nervous.
“Oh perfect! This will be fun darling, I promise. Now I can spend some time with both my son and daughter! I can’t wait to tell your father. We’ll be there tomorrow night then, darling!” She said, hanging up the phone immediately.
“Uh..bye?” Jimin said, still pretty shocked.
Great. Just Great. Now I have to run this by Y/N and put on an act for a few weeks. I guess mom and dad can sleep in the guest room downstairs next to Y/N’s room…SHIT! Jimin suddenly realized that his parents expected them to be sharing a room, not be living like complete strangers. But that would mean they had to move all of your things from your room to the master bedroom where he slept.
Your day went about as it usually did. You packed your things and headed home after a long work day and as you were driving, you were thinking about what to cook for dinner. Over a period of months, you started to pick up on Jimin’s eating habits and made mental notes to avoid certain foods after noticing him pick out certain foods or not eat a dish altogether.
You entered the quiet house and went to your room to change. You changed into your favorite silk purple night gown, expecting the house empty. Some of your friends brought you the nightgown as a joke to “seduce Jimin with your incredible bod” but jokes on them, because there was no seducing done. But you loved how the silk felt on your skin and who cares if your husband didn’t admire you in the dress, you admired yourself. “You are one sexy lady” you told yourself as you stared at the mirror. You let out a little giggle and went to the kitchen to make food. You looked at the time and realized it was only 6pm, giving you hours before Jimin would return home.
You grabbed your phone and connected your bluetooth to the small speakers in the kitchen. You weren’t incredibly fond of cooking, but you rather have a home cooked meal instead of eating out all the time. You were never there to see if and when Jimin at what you made for dinner, but you made some for him anyways without fail.
You scrolled through all your playlists and decided you were in the mood for dance music. The music filled the room and soon filled the entire house as you began cooking a simple meal. Before you knew it, you were singing along at the top of your lungs and your hips swayed to the music. Sure, you were kind of making a mess in the kitchen, but you always cleaned up after yourself.
Jimin had made it home directly from work for the first time since the wedding. He didn’t know what time you came home usually, but he always knew you were home before he was. There was always a meal waiting for him. As the months went on, he realized he was less and less picky with his food. He had to admit, your food was quite delicious, but he never made any effort to let you know that.
He was pacing back and forth in his room, wondering how to break the news to you and put on an act to convince his parents. He wasn’t even sure how long his parents were going to stay. He thought he heard the door open, but he dismissed it.
But moments later, he heard music coursing through the house and to say he was surprised was an understatement. “Talk Dirty” started echoing through the house and while he was familiar with the song, he was surprised it playing at his own house. Surely it wasn’t you listening to the song, right? Some stranger just walked in and started playing it??
Out of curiosity, Jimin quietly walked out of his room and in the direction of the music. To his huge surprise, he found you in the kitchen. Dancing and singing at the top of your lungs, all the while trying to cut up some vegetables with your back facing him. What surprised him the most was what you were wearing though.
The purple night dress was moving along with you and the music and revealed…quite a bit. Jimin realized you were beautiful but damn…this was a whole new level. He’s never seen so much of your bare skin, and he felt a little embarrassed standing there. Realizing that he was just staring at this point and it would be 10x more embarrassing if you found him just staring, he decided to make his presence known. He cleared his throat a little, but you still couldn’t hear him over the music. He tried a few more times, but failing a little more.
Realizing he was never going to get your attention this way, he just walked straight up behind you and tapped on your shoulder.
You literally screamed when you felt the contact. Not once has someone been home at this time other than you and your first instinct was to think that some thief walked in and had the audacity to come tap on your shoulder. So in your defense, you screamed and turned around with the knife held in both your hands.
But to your surprise, you found your husband with his eyes wide in shock and hands up in the air as if to say he surrenders.
“Woah calm down, it’s just me” he said.
“Oh my god, Jimin what the hell! You scared me!” you said as you turned down the music. You mentally scolded yourself for your choice in music. Of course, today was the day you decided to play this song and dance along.
“Sorry sorry” Jimin said, placing his arms back down to his sides. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.
You eyed him funny, signaling him to stop.
“What are you doing home..?” you asked, slowly.
“What, I can’t come home?” he asks.
“No, it’s just you’re never here at this time…” you say, not meeting his eyes.
“That’s what you think…for all you know I could have just been in my room” he says, teasing you. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he was glad when he saw the shock hit your face and a deep red blush creep up on your cheeks. It was rather cute, he thought.
“O-Oh..I-I never thought about that” you say, in all honesty.
“I’m just kidding. But I actually had something to run by you” he says, suddenly turning serious again. You were a little sad once his smile faded.
“Yeah?” you asked.
“So, my parents having repairs done at their house and my mom asked if her and my dad could stay over till the repairs are done” he said.
“Of course!” you say, smiling brightly. You may not love her son, but you certainly loved Jimin’s mom. You treated her like your own mother. And the same went for her father. They were such lovely people. “How long are the repairs going to take?” you asked. You were expecting a day or two but…
“A few weeks” he said, running his hands through his hair nervously.
“A few weeks?!” you say, slightly louder than you wanted.
“Why? Is that a problem?” he asked
“oh, no. I just wasn’t expecting that.” you said. “Wait so that means….” you started.
“We’re going to have keep up the act of a happy marriage” he finished. You could only nod.
“That also means…we’re going to have to move your things into my room if we’re going to make this believable” he continued. Your eyes widened in shock. Of course you had to do that, how could you forget?
“Oh…right” you said nervously.
“It’s fine, I have a couch in my room that I can sleep on. You can take the bed” Jimin offered. He didn’t especially like sleeping on the couch, but with the situation on hand, he didn’t really have much of a choice.
“Oh..ok. That should be fine I guess. When are they coming?” you asked, already making notes in your head of what to prepare beforehand.
“Tomorrow night” Jimin says.
“Oh, that doesn’t give us much time at all!” you say.
“Yeah, so I was planning on taking the day off from work tomorrow move some of your things from your room to mine. If you can tell me what to move beforehand, I can have that ready by the time you’re home and then you can just move all the smaller things?” he offered again. You were slightly shocked by his kind offer, but you realized he was only doing this because his parents were staying.
“Don’t be silly. I’ll take the day off too and we can do that together. I have some things I’d like to prepare for their stay as well” you say.
“oh..ok then” Jimin said, not really knowing what else to say.
“Well…I guess that’s it then? I still have quite a bit left to cook for dinner. I’ll let you know when it’s done?” you asked with sudden confidence.
“Oh sure. That’s fine” Jimin says as he begins to walk away. You turn back around to finish cutting your vegetables when you hear “Hey Y/n?” you turn to face Jimin once again, “Thank you” he says.
You give him a small smile and nod and turn back to your veggies. You realized that this was the longest conversation you have ever had with your husband. And why were you so excited about it?
You didn’t have much time to think about it though because you had lots to prepare for the upcoming weeks. If only you knew how much your life was going to change.
A/n: Awh I actually liked this part. Hope y’all liked it. Let me know what you think? want a part 5?
“Unser called. County’s issued warrants for me, Chibs and Tig. Murder of Veronica Pope and Leroys guy. APBs going wide.” Jax said. He sat around his dining table, Bobby and Gemma on his right and Tara on his left. Chibs was pacing the living room, his burner to his ear as he talked to Clay and Happy stood in the corner of the room next to Juice, listening as Jax spoke. “This guy bought those witnesses.” “I’ll call Lowen. If Pope got these people to lie we can prove that.” Tara said. “You cant turn yourselves in,” Gemma interrupted. “Pope did this to get you inside.” Bobby turned to Jax. “Black nation offs us in county, the kill never gets put on him.” Jax nodded, pondering Bobbys words and Chibs approached the table, having just got off the phone with Clay. “Jackie, sheriffs are at the clubhouse looking for us. Next stop is here.” “You’ve got to go, Jax.” Gemma said firmly. “No, you cant run thats insane!” Tara argued. “And getting chivved to death isn’t?” “Hes not gonna end up a fugitive, I’m sorry-“ “Hes not going to jail.” “We have two small boys!-” “Thats exactly the point and why he-“ “Stop!” Jax yelled. Tara and Gemma turned away from each other and looked at Jax. “You make sure you’re protected.” Gemma told her son. “Shes right.” Bobby said. Jax looked at him and they exchanged a a silent conversation while Jax pondered his options. “I know where you can go.” Happy spoke, interrupting the tension filled silence. Tara turned to him, her eyes filled with anger but Happy ignored her, looking only at his brothers. “You’ll be safe.” Jax glanced at Chibs before sliding back his chair. “Alright.” He said as he stood. “Dont do this.” Tara pleaded. “Jax, please.” He walked towards her and cupped her face in his hands, pulling her into a kiss. Bobby and Chibs eyed Happy suspiciously while Gemma stood with smug look on her face. “We’re dead if we go inside now. Stay here, take care of our boys. I’ll call you when I have a plan.” Tara sighed and Jax kissed her forehead before signalling to his brothers. “Lets go.” They all walked past Tara and Bobby threw her an apologetic look. Gemma followed them out of the house and Happy led the way to the bikes. One by one they all sat on their bikes and Happy took off first, leading the way to his safehouse.
The bikes pulled into a quiet street in the suburbs and Chibs, Juice, Jax and Bobby followed as Happy slowed his bike and pulled into a driveway. The house was a small cottage, the garden lined with rows of roses and a paved path set in the grass leading to a gate that opened to the backyard. A white picket fence bordered the neatly cut lawn of the front yard and red roses stood in contrast against the white fence. Jax sat on his bike and kicked out his kickstand, pulling off his gloves as he looked around the property. “Wait here.” Happy told his brothers. Jax nodded and turned to look at Chibs who looked just as confused as Jax. When Happy had said he had somewhere for them to hide out, no one had thought it would be.. well this. Who one earth did the Tacoma Killer know in the suburbs?!
They watched as Happy walked to a door on the side of the house and entered. A light turned on inside and the guys all looked. Through the window they could see the insides of the house, neatly decorated and they saw Happy walk into what looked to be the living room. A woman appeared in a doorway of the room. She held a child on her hip, no older than two and rubbed her heavily pregnant belly. Another child appeared beside her, a girl who looked aged around five and she hugged into her mothers waist. “What the fuck?” Juice whispered. Jax frowned as he watched the woman and her children standing in the doorway. Happy walked through the room towards her and through the window his brothers watched as he placed his hands on the curves of her bump, and kissed her lips. They guys all exchanged a look, confusion on all their faces. Happy spoke to the woman and leant over the child in her arms and pressed a kiss to its forehead before kneeling to the ground. The girl threw her arms around Happys neck and he lifted her, holding her tightly in his arms. One more child entered the room, a boy who looked slightly older than the girl and he stood nervously next to his mother. She ruffled his hair and he looked at Happy. Happy gave the girl he held one more kiss on the cheek before lowering her to the ground. He turned towards the boy and bent over, He reached his hand out and pinched the boys cheek, making him giggle and Happy ruffled his hair.
It was a contrast. This woman, clad in a night gown and surrounded by children and then Happy Lowman, standing in leather and his band of bikers waiting outside. The woman spoke to the children and both of them turned and left the room. Happy turned to her and she nodded. He walked to the side of the room where he had entered and the side door opened. “Come in.” Happy called. The boys slid off their bikes and walked towards Happy, exchanging confused looks as they walked to the door. “Take your shoes off.” Happy ordered. They all kicked off their boots and stepped inside. The house was warm and the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air. It was spotlessly clean, all white walls and soft carpet and the decor was homely.
The woman they had seen through the window stood nervously in the corner, her arms wrapped protectively around the baby in her arms. She was beautiful, her eyes sparkling warmly despite her obvious nervousness and her hair was pulled back into a bun with loose strands hanging around her face. She had a light gown wrapped around her and she rubbed her belly instinctively. Happy closed the door and walked to stand by her side, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. “This is (y/n). My wife.”
“Can I get you guys a drink? Coffee, tea, beer?” “We’re fine, darlin.” Jax smiled at you. You nodded and smiled back warmly, placing the plate of cookies on the coffee table. Juice reached for them immediately and gave you a sheepish grin.
Happy patted his thigh and you walked towards him, where he sat in the armchair.
You sat on his lap and he draped an arm around your waist. You looked down at him and he smiled up at you and pulled you into a kiss. A blush rose to your cheeks and you cleared your throat, feeling the eyes in the room staring at you. “So your married?” Jax asked, interrupting the silence that had fallen. “Well, not legally.” You explained. “Happy didn’t want any trace on paper. Marriage license or birth certificates.” “Its to protect you.” “I know,” You rolled your eyes, smiling warmly. “But one day we’ll make it official.”
“She’s got my crow, and my ring. Just not my last name.”
You showed off your hand with the ring on your finger.
The boys shook their head in both shock and amazement. “They’re all your kids?” Bobby asked Happy. Happy smiled and ran a hand over your bulging belly. “Yup.” You felt your baby kick and Happys face lit up and you knew he had felt it too. “They don’t have my last name, but they’re all mine.”
”I didn’t want anyone to use my family as leverage. Didn’t want my family getting hurt cause of what we do.Its better this way.”
The men nodded, slowly coming to terms with Happys decisions. “Daddy?” You all turned towards the small voice and you smiled when you saw your daughter. She hid behind the wall, just her head poking out into the room. “Come here, baby.” Happy called. She smiled and stepped into the room. She glanced at the bikers sitting in the living room, unsure of what to make of so many unfamiliar faces. But Happy opened her arms and she grinned and ran across the room, crawling into Happys lap. You rolled your eyes and shifted, making room for your daughter next to you but there was a smile on your face. “Couldnt sleep?” You asked her. She shook her head. Her hands wrapped around Happys neck and he pecked the tip of her nose, making her giggle.
”You should be asleep, baby.” Happy growled, but there was no anger in his voice. Only love. The boys were still in shock and you hopped out of Happys lap. He lifted your daughter and gave you a kiss on the lips before carrying out of the room and taking her back to bed. You sat in his empty armchair. The men stared at you and you laughed at the stunned expressions on their faces “Why does he keep you a secret?” Jax asked you. You shrugged. “He just wants to protect me. Us.” “It doesn’t bother ye?” The Scotsman asked. You shook your head. “I know what he does for the Club. For you. I know why he keeps us a secret and I understand it. It comes from a good place.” “Yer a good lass.” You beamed at the Scot. “Im glad we got to meet you, sweetheart.” Bobby said. “Me too.” You smiled. “You’re all welcome to stay as long as you need.” “Thank you, darlin.” Happy walked back into the room and smiled at you as you talked with his brothers. He walked into the room and sat on the edge of your armchair, his arm draped over you and he ran his fingers along your pregnant belly, smiling widely to you. Juice sat in the corner of the room, watching the sight before him and shaking his head in amazement. “This is some Hannah Montana shit.”