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The Church girl

Imagine being Happy’s old lady but his complete opposite. 

Originally posted by closeyoureyessweetie

You’ve been the definition of a good girl your whole life. Straight A’s, non alcohol drinker, non smoker, church girl, 1st place in Charming annual bake off, the perfect neighbor, helped around in Rehab centers, and did as much charity as you could; Always at home at 10:00 PM, exercising every day, not skipping meals, and no sugar after 8:00 PM. 

For god sake, you were a  babysitter. You were known as Charming’s sweetheart. That’s why it made no sense when you started to hang around SAMCRO, no one could wrap their head around the fact that you’ve been seen, in a goody goody dress and cardigan, bitch riding Happy Lowman’s bike; and everyone lost their shit when you decided to marry the Tacoma Killer. 

It seemed that, from night to day, you became an Old Lady. 

The club loved you, the girls loved you too, and even Mamma Gemma showed respect and appreciation. At first, she didn’t trusted you, “She’s too pure to be SAMCRO,” she had said. “She’s either on to something, or she’s not gonna make it.” but it’s been three years and there you were. Yes, you cried your eyes the out the first time you came to the clubhouse to find Chibs stitching up your old man and yes, you still attended to the club parties looking like a really lost Sunday church teacher but all that mattered is that you were happy and that you were Happy’s. 

Julia was still your best friend. You met her at Sunday Church when you were twelve and since then, you’ve been unbreakable. She understood your situation, when everyone else watched and judged; That’s when you knew she was truly like a sister to you. She was at your house after church, in a particular hot evening, sipping tea and munching on fresh Bobby’s muffins. 

“Here.” You said with a smile when you poured her more of your famous cold mint tea. She smiled back, sipping from it and making a pleasing sound.

“Good as always.” She said, looking around your kitchen. “I ran into Natalie the other day. She seems to have a lot of non friendly opinions about your life…again.”

You sighed, sitting in front of your friend. “Well…” you looked down, clearing your throat.  “I’m sorry my life upsets her but if it upsets her, than maybe she should stop paying so much attention to it.” And you meant no sass, but this quote sent Julia into a fit of giggles, you following. In that moment, you got a text from Happy. “Excuse me” You said getting up with a smile on your face, walking away and into the hall to read the text on your phone.

From: Love of my life <3 

-Sounds like i’ll be back for dinner tonight. Need me to bring anything?-

 To: Love of my life <3

-Noup! We’re good. I’ll make your favorite. I miss you AND i love you ha ha :) <3 <3 <3  -

From: Love of my life <3

-Can’t wait. I’ll see you soon. I love you, little girl :) xx-

Walking back to the tea table, you felt like you were walking on clouds. That’s what you loved about Happy. The confidence he laid on you, you knew since the beginning that Happy was not a romantic guy, you knew what he did for SOA, and you knew it. 

He wasn’t a romantic guy but he had come home more than once holding a bouquet of pink or red roses. Just because you liked them. Your house always smelled like flowers. 

He wasn’t a retailer guy but he bought you your favorite kind of candy every now and then. And it wasn’t really any kind of candy, it was an special kind of candy, you had to go down to certain part of town to buy it, and that meant something to you. 

He wasn’t a cheesy guy, but he called you “little girl” or “baby” when he felt like it and that sent shivers down your spine. He wasn’t religious or shared some of your ideas, but he kept quiet and listened whenever you would get down at your knees to pray for him when the day came to an end, and always wore the cross necklace you gave him to protect him; Just because he knew it was important to you. 

For you, there was two kinds of Happy. The one that killed and tortured, and that one that asked you what to bring home for dinner and told you he loved you. You smiled to yourself as you continued the chat with your best friend. 

After Julia left, you found yourself cleaning the remains of your girls’ day. Placing the empty tea cups on the sink, your hair in messy bun, and wearing a floral pink and yellow house dress. Barefeet. You turned up the volume and a much slower version of  “Always” by Frank Sinatra came up, making you smile and wiggle, for it was your favorite song ever. You had danced that song with Happy on your wedding night, by your request, of course; He was a bit uneasy about dancing in front of his brothers but seeing you smile like that, showing all your white pearls made it worth the 3 minutes, 8 seconds of the song. 

You started dancing on your own, moving your body to the rhythm. 

“It’s done.” Clay said, bringing the hammer down. Happy got up and well as his brothers and they all left Church, one behind another one, pouring into the bar. Kozik instantly pulled him, hooking a strong arm around his neck and sitting on the bar, asking for shots. Happy groaned and slapped Kozik’s arm apart from him.

“Don’t get on my dick, i’m going home.” The Tacoma killer said, demanding a Prospect to get him a SAMCRO hoodie, after  looking at his blood splattered shirt. Jax smirked at him. 

“Old Lady waiting at home, huh?” Happy nodded, deep down, thankful that Jax understood. 

“She’s got her heel on your neck, killer.” Tig said, a crow eater on his lap already. 

“If she wore any heels.” Ratboy joked, making everyone laugh. 

“Don’t give me shit, goatie boy. It’s not my fault that your kinder garden sweet butt is growing spider webs from you being around this fucking horse meat all day.” Happy shoot, grabbing his helmet and smirking at the recently patched member. Everyone laughed their ass off at Ratboy’s shocked face. Happy left the clubhouse, internally laughing at his own comeback. 

Happy arrived home just in time to catch you dancing to the wedding song. He took off his kutte, leaving it on the coat rack, along with his boots, placing them underneath it. He smiled at the view, walking closer and smiling when you gasped, noticing.

“I didn’t hear you come in, love.” You said, going to turn the radio off, when a ring filled hand catched yours. “What is it?” Slowly, he grabbed your hand put both of you in dancing positions. You laughed a little, your face against his chest. “Really?”

He nodded, smiling. Truly smiling. 

You swayed to the beat of the slow music, you placing your cheek to his chest, taking deep breaths and relaxing, enjoying your husband.

“I missed you today.” He said, almost in a whisper. “It was crazy. All i wanted was to come back home and be with you.” He confessed. You bit your lip, looking up at him and smiling. He smiled back at you, leaning closer and pecking your lips innocently. 

He spinned you, making you turn around and also making you laugh. 

Like day and night, you were. Like the calmest river and the wildest storm, like the worst case of darkness and the heavenly light fallen from the sky, that you were. Opposites. 

But, Happy figured out, without his darkness, you couldn’t shine the same, and you thought that  without your prayers, his sins would be ignored. 

You needed each other, and that was good, because you had each others. 

Study Daily Timetable

8:00 am - Out of Bed, Stretches and Breakfast

9:00 - 10:00am - Learning Session 1

10:00 - 10:30am - Morning Tea and a Walk

10:30 - 11:30 am - Learning Session 2

11:30 - 12:00 pm - Break (Relaxation)

12:00 - 1:00 pm - Learning Session 3

1:00 - 2:00 pm - Lunch Break

2:00 - 3:00 pm - Learning Session 4

3:30 - 4:30 pm - Learning Session 5

4:30 - 5:00 pm - Break (Exercise) 

5:00 - 6:00 pm - Learning Session 6

6:00 - 7:30 pm - Dinner Break

7:30 - 8:30 pm - Learning Session 7

8:30 - 9:30 pm - TV, Reading, Shower etc. 

9:30 pm - Bed

This is my Studying timetable, you can modify to suit your liking. Hope this helps!

Good luck!