Lullaby // Happy Lowman
author’s note: I want to give a huge shout out to @crimsonheart01 and @megasadpizzazz for reading this and making sure it wasn’t total trash. I appreciate the ever loving shit out of them. ALSO I’m going to be writing regularly for multiple fandoms so feel free to ask me shit or request things!
Here he was. Pulled over on the side of the highway and completely lost. All because of a drunk slurred comment that Chibs had made before stumbling haphazardly into his room.
“Oi ya know, I been thinkin’. Next time we got a job in Tacoma, maybe ye should stop by yer old lady’s house and see ‘er wee one.”
Admittedly, he’d brushed it off and took it at face value for what it seemed, a drunk confused idiot talking to the wrong Son. And yet as he laid in his bed the night before, he was forced to realize that Chibs comment wasn’t a mere word vomit. It had weight and it was about him, about Dani. She’d never officially been his old lady but everyone including Gemma and himself had treated her like she was. He’d meant to officially ask her long ago but he had no idea how to voice his true feelings for her; at least not verbally. She had always understood what he needed and wanted without him having to say it, she also understood how he expressed his love and appreciation for her. It had been in the gestures; the nights where he handled dinner because he knew that she’d had a bad day, the kisses on the forehead before he left the house, the surprisingly gentle hugs that he gave. But eventually those dinners turned into “I was busy today, I forgot”, the kisses turned into “see you when I get home”, and the hugs just became nonexistent. She’d tried to wait it out because she knew that things were rough with the club but at some point, she couldn’t take it anymore. So she walked out leaving a spick and span house with no evidence to where she went. Happy had looked everywhere, convinced that someone had kidnapped her. He’d looked under every rock, in every shallow grave but eventually he had resigned to the thought that whoever had taken her didn’t want anything from the club before killing her.
He’d given up trying to find any trace of her almost 3 years ago; convincing himself that there wasn’t going to be anything to find at this point, it had been 2 years since she vanished. If he hadn’t found it by now, there wasn’t ever going to be anything. But one slurred string of words and a night’s worth of miserable and inescapable over analysis here he was ready to denounce the smallest amount of faith he had in the high heavens. He slid his burner out of the pocket of his worn out jeans dialing the number of a beat cop he knew, ironically he was the nephew of Tacoma’s VP.
“Come on, kid. Answer your fucking phone.” Happy grumbled leaning against his bike. Getting his voicemail, Happy hung up and tried the kid’s home phone. “Jesus, pick up the phone.”
“H-Hello?” A woman answered groggily.
“Kerry. Need to talk to your brother.” Happy grunted.
“Jesus, you have any idea how fucking early it is?” She questioned
“Look just tell him it’s me and remind him he owes me a favor, okay?” He gruffly answered quickly losing the little patience he had.
“Alright. Gimme a sec.” She sighed. “He’s not here, he took Jake’s kid to school since it’s his day off.”
“Shit. I’ll try his cell again.”
“Okay, bye Happy.” She chirped hanging up the phone with a swift click.
Groaning and swearing to himself, Happy redialed. “Jesus Christ, kid took you long enough.”
“Hey, man I’m sorry! I was dropping the kid off at school.”
“Yeah, Kerry told me it was your day off. Thought beat cops didn’t get days off.” Happy scoffed.
“Well, they don’t but I’m not a beat cop anymore. Plus, when you’ve got my girl for a girlfriend, you get a day off when you need one. Swear to god she showed up to the station once when I told her I was working a double and nearly dragged me out by my ear.” He chuckled.
“Sounds like a pain in the ass, Tyler. You sure you can handle her?” Happy teased.
“I handle her just fine, Happy. So what’s up? Kerry said you needed a favor?”
“Yeah. I’ll keep it short. I just need you to see if you can find someone for me?” Happy asked warily.
“Is it for the club? Because you know I love you Hap but it’s like I told my pops, club shit is club shit. I can’t be doing shit for the club at my job. I’ll do you any favor you need, I just can’t do club shit man.” Tyler said uneasily.
“Easy kid. It’s not club shit, it’s personal shit. It’s my shit and I need your help.”
“Okay, okay. Who do you need me to find? And do I wanna know why?”
“I just need to check something that I never checked. Name’s Danielle Anderson. Middle initial is N. Got it?” Happy asked sternly his eyebrows creasing.
“Yeah, I got it, man.”
“Call me when you know something.”
“Danielle N. Anderson? As in Danielle Nicole Anderson?” Tyler questioned, quickly becoming very confused.
“How you know that?” Happy demanded, his voice becoming rougher than normal.
“Happy, why are you looking for her?”
“Told you, personal shit. Now answer my question, boy.”
“My partner, Jake. That’s his fiance’s name.” Tyler admitted noticing the sound of gravel crunching coming through the phone.
“The partner who’s kid you just dropped off at school? That one?”
“Y-yeah, that one. Look, Happy let me get to work and check it out for you okay. I’m sure it’s just some freak coincidence.”
“How old’s the kid?”
“What? Happy, there’s no way it’s her okay?” Tyler reasoned trying to convince both Happy and himself.
“I’m gonna ask you one more time, mijo. How old is the kid?” Happy demanded practically growling into the phone.
“She’s almost 5.”