“With every regret or every failure, comes an equivalent seed of potential success. And so, what we just have to do, which sort of speaks to what we’re talking about in the greater journey of it, is just learn from those mistakes, and glean whatever wisdom one can from failure and try not to repeat it again.” – Charlie Hunnam
Request: 6. Come here, baby. Let me see you. For Happy
You loved your Old Man. Happy never did or said anything
that made you believe he didn’t love you as well. Mostly because while the club
life made it seem like it was okay for cheating when they were on a run, his
mother never believed in that. Especially, when his father cheated on his
mother and left her with a child to raise by herself.
So, when he was younger and could understand what had
happened, he made a promise to himself and his mother that when and if he met
someone that was worth spending the rest of his life with, that he would never
do what his sperm donor did to his mother. And he kept by that promise when he
You, who had stood by him from the moment things started to
get serious between you two. Before he had even asked you to be his Old Lady,
which didn’t come until you had made a year together.
He also made time every week to come home early from the
Club and spend some time with you. Because to him, while the club was
important, you were just as important. Some people would be sad or angry that
it was like this, but you appreciated it because you understood what being with
Being with him, meant being with the club. And you
understood that. You never went against anything they wanted, unless it was against
your morals, which compared to what they asked you, wasn’t very often. Most of
the time, they asked for you to help with some expenses but they always paid
you back in full with interest. You didn’t care, because to you they were
Which made Happy love you all the more.
This week, today was the day to have date night. Which you
were looking forward to, because he had something big planned out. You were
finally ready just as you heard his bike pull into the driveway and made your
way down the stairs.
Just as you made it to the bottom, he was opening the door
and taking his shoes off and placing them neatly in a row next to the other
pairs by the door. He sat his keys on the hallway table and turned to the
stairs, hearing your foot steps.
He paused at the site of you. Almost taking his breath away
as he took in the site of you. “Baby girl, you look so good.” He grinned as he
walked up to you in long strides and wrapped his arms around your waist and
picked you up to spin you around once, all the while placing a loving kiss on
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he did so, placing
you back down your feet. You smiled up at him, just scanning his face, admiring
all of him.
You then saw something on his neck, a few drops of blood
that also some on his shirt. You didn’t see any injuries on him, so you were
fine, knowing that it wasn’t him that was injured. “Oh, hun. You got some blood
on you. Come here, baby. Let me look at you.” You told as you led him to the
nearby kitchen and wet a wash cloth and whip off the blood on his neck.
You weren’t paying any attention to his face, more focused
on making him clean again. Making his loving and adoring look on his face go
“Y/N.” He said with his raspy voice.
You hummed in answer.
“I love you.”
You paused. He never said that before. You always said it,
but he just always kissed you in answer. You looked up into his eyes and saw
the look on his face and in his eyes, and your mouth grew into the biggest
smile you could muster.
“I love you, too.” You told him before leaning in and
kissing him hard on the mouth.
Blasting music in your kitchen, you got cooking for Juice
making him a simple recipe. You stopped mid-stir to dance your favorite part of
the song moving your hips to beat feeling hands on your waist you stopped turning
around seeing Juice there smiling at you.
“Why would you stop I
was getting very into it” Juice whined “I’m cooking” You said simply going
back to the stove turning the pot off and serving the meal on a porcelain plate
for him. “Thanks love” He whispered before
kissing your check, before moving to the table to eat “How was your day” You said he groaned softly “It was complete shit, Tig kept bugging the shit out of me” Juice