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Chibs
Chibs looked across at his girlfriend as she laughed loudly at something one of club hangarounds had said. It was easy to see that she was thoroughly drunk, as she stumbled about and slurred her words. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and affection, shaking his head at how adorable she was when she got wasted.
As the night progressed, Chibs kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid or get into any trouble. He even stepped in when some drunk guy tried to flirt with her.
By the time the club party came to an end, his girlfriend was stumbling around bumping into things. Chibs chuckled and steadied her, slinging her arm around his shoulders to support her.
"Come on, lass, you're wasted," he said, leading her towards the exit. She giggled and leaned heavily against him, her legs apparently made of jelly.
"I'm not drunk," she protested, slurring her words. "I'm just... a little impaired."
"Uh-huh, sure you are," Chibs said, humoring her. "Just hold on tight, okay?"
He guided her to the parking lot where his bike was parked. He helped her on to the back seat, making sure she was sitting securely. As he straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms drunkenly around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck. "Like... leather and... and... danger."
Chibs chuckled and shook his head, starting up the engine. "And you smell like beer and trouble, lass."
The ride back to her house was slow and careful. Chibs kept a steady pace, mindful of the inebriated passenger clinging to him like a koala. She kept giggling and commenting on how fun it was to be on the motorcycle, her words a slightly slurred mess.
When they finally arrived at her house, Chibs dismounted and helped her off the bike. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, holding her against his chest.
"We're here, love," Chibs said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You made it in one piece."
She looked up at him with glassy eyes, her face flushed from the alcohol and the wind. "I had the best night ever," she declared, grinning goofily.
He chuckled and shook his head again. "I'm glad you had fun, but you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."
He led her up to her porch, his arm around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned on him heavily, her steps uneven.
Once they got to her front door, he pulled her keys from her purse and slowly unlocked the door. He steered her inside, flicking on the lights as they entered the quiet house.
He helped her to the couch and sat her down. She immediately flopped onto the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Chibs looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her on the couch. He rummaged through the fridge, finding a bottle of water. When he returned to the living room, she was already fast asleep, her body sprawled across the cushions.
Chibs couldn't help but smile at the sight of her asleep. He knelt down next to the couch, taking a moment to study her face. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the wild laughter and stumbling from earlier.
He carefully placed the water bottle on the table, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he should probably leave her to sleep off the alcohol, but part of him didn't want to go. He liked being near her like this, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.
After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, love," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
He stood up, giving her one last glance before reluctantly turning away. He switched off the lights as he left, shutting the front door behind him quietly.
Happy
Happy sat on the couch in his dimly lit apartment, holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was currently stumbling around, giggling to herself. She was clearly drunk, and had been for a while.
"Hey there, princess," he called out, setting his glass down on the table. "You need to sit down and rest before you fall down."
His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I'm fiiiine," she slurred, taking an exaggerated step forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I can totally walk."
Happy chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've seen more coordination from a newborn deer," he said, standing up to approach her. "Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself."
His girlfriend pouted but didn't protest as he gently took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. She flopped down onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, looking up at him with a grin that was equal parts cute and ridiculous. "You worry too much," she said, waving a hand dismissively.
Happy sat down next to her, shaking his head again with a slight smile. "Maybe," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But someone's got to keep an eye on you when you get like this."
His girlfriend snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and letting out a content sigh. "You're so comfy," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred. "Like a big ol' teddy bear."
Happy chuckled again, gently running his fingers through her hair. "That's me," he said, his tone both dry and affectionate. "Big Bad Biker Teddy Bear."
His girlfriend giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Mmm, I love your chest," she said, her hand slowly snaking down to rest just above his belt buckle. "It's so... hard and muscley."
Happy raised an eyebrow, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping a note lower. He gently took her hand in his, preventing her from moving it any lower. "You're very handsy when you're drunk."
His girlfriend pouted again, trying to pull her hand free, but Happy held it fast. "I'm always handsy with you," she whined, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"
Happy's grip on her hand tightened just a bit, enjoying the game. "I never said I didn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But you seem a bit too wasted to be playing those kinds of games right now."
His girlfriend huffed, looking for all the world like a petulant child being denied a treat. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, wriggling a bit in his lap.
"look I'll prove it" she said holding a hand up going to touch her nose with her pointer finger but misses completely.
Happy couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt. "Yeah, you're definitely wasted," he said, amused. "If you can't even touch your own nose without missing, I think it's safe to say you're done for the night."
His girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, a childish gesture made even cuter by her inebriated state. "You're no fun," she muttered, resting her head back against his chest. "You never let me have any fun."
Happy chuckled again, resuming his stroking of her hair. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice dropping back to a deeper, huskier tone, "We can have plenty of fun when you're sober. And you'll remember it the next morning."
His girlfriend nuzzled against his chest again, her eyelids drooping as the alcohol began to pull her towards sleep. "Promise?" she mumbled, her hand once again trying to snake back towards his lap.
Happy gently moved her hand away again, though he couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "I promise," he said, his voice soft. "You get some rest, and we'll pick this up in the morning when you're not seeing double."
Jax
Jax glanced over at his girlfriend, who was slumped against his side, her eyes half-lidded and a goofy smile on her lips. She'd had a few too many drinks and was now completely wrecked. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her like this.
"All right, come here," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body sway slightly, her head lolling against his shoulder.
"Yurrrr so strong," she slurred, giggling.Jax rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a small grin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a big, strong man," he teased, gently patting her on the head. "Let's get you to bed, yeah? You're completely hammered."
He carefully helped her to her feet, keeping a tight grip on her as she wobbled. "Come on, babe. You're not walking anywhere like this." He guided her towards his dorm, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.
Once they were in the room, he sat her down on the edge of the bed with a soft thump, then knelt down in front of her to take off her shoes. "You're a real light-weight, you know that?" he teased as he slid them off her feet, setting them aside.
"Am NOT," she tried to protest, but the words didn't quite come out right. She wobbled again, nearly toppling forward before Jax caught her.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there. Don't go falling over now." He gently pushed her down onto the bed, helping her get comfortable amongst the pillows and blankets. He sat down on the bed next to her, watching her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.
She let out a contented sigh as she settled, her eyes fluttering closed. She mumbled something incoherent, and Jax couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, babe."
He sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of her soft, even breaths as she started to drift off. He knew she'd be out for the night, and he'd have to look after her in the morning when she woke up with a killer hangover. But for now, she was safe and sound in his bed, and that was all that mattered.
Opie
Opie returns home late one night after a long day to find his girlfriend already on the couch in the house, a bottle of beer in her hand and a flush to her cheeks. He can already assume she is drunk and he has to bite back a smirk, knowing the kind of trouble you get into when she is inebriated.
As soon as she hears him enter, she jumps to her feet, almost toppling over, but just about saving herself by grabbing the back of the couch. âO-Opie,â she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. âYou're home.â
âYeah, Iâm home,â he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. âAnd youâre a little drunk, arenât you?â
"No....I have only had to beers" she whined frowning at the 2 bottles on the table.
Opie chuckles when he spots the bottles realizing she found the super stong home brew he got as a gift from Bobby. âThose ain't beer, baby,â he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. âThat's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?â
"I'm totally fine," she mumbles, her words slurred as she tries to lean against the couch but misses and almost falls to the ground if it wasn't for Opie's lightening reflexes. He quickly catches her before she hits the floor and pulls her body up against his chest.
"Yeah, you're definitely not fine," he murmurs, holding her close to him. He can't help but feel amused by how adorable she is when she's drunk. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, baby."
She groans and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. âI feel funny,â she mumbled. âAnd spinny.â
Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. âThatâs because youâre drunk, sweetheart,â he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. âJust lean against me, okay?â
She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. âYou smell good, Opie,â she mumbles, her words still slurred and her breath warm against his chest.
He chuckles softly at her drunken compliment and tightens his arms around her, holding her even closer against him. âAnd you smell like a distillery,â he teases, his voice filled with affection.
She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. âYouâre mean,â she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. âYouâre not supposed to be mean to me when Iâm drunk, youâre supposed to be nice and tell me Iâm pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.â
Opie grins, amused by her drunken requests. "You want chicken nuggets?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "At this hour?"
She nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the spot in her excitement. "Yes! I'm starving," she whines, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Opie, I want chicken nuggets. Please please please."
He laughs, unable to resist her adorable drunken plea. "Alright, alright," he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I'll get your chicken nuggets, baby. But you have to promise me one thing."
She nods eagerly, her focus solely on the promise of food. "Anything," she slurs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He grins down at her, amused by her eagerness. "You gotta promise not to throw up on me, okay?" he teases, gently poking her on the nose with his index finger.
Juice
Juice leans against the doorframe, watching his girlfriend stumble around, completely intoxicated. She's laughing and swaying attempting to dance, clearly not in full control of her actions.
"How much did you drink, baby?" he asks, stepping closer.
"Dunno," she slurs, grinning sloppily at him. "A lot."
Juice chuckles, shaking his head.He moves in and scoops her up, pulling her into his arms with ease. She's lightweight to him, and he easily supports her against his chest.
"Let's get you to bed, you're wasted." he says, carrying her towards the bedroom.She giggles uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he carries her. She's making these little hiccup sounds that would be cute if not for the fact that they're coming from a drunk woman.
Juice sets her down on the bed, carefully arranging her head on a pillow. She's still giggling and murmuring incoherent words, clearly oblivious to the world around her.
"You're a mess," he says, rolling his eyes but there's a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulls off her shoes and lays a blanket over her.
She's attempting to say something but it's coming out as garbled nonsense. He leans closer to try and make out her words but they're not making any sense.
"Shhh," he soothes, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Just sleep it off."
He settles down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she fidgets and mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again. She keeps reaching out for him, her hand flailing in the air as if trying to grab hold of something.
He can't help but chuckle at her antics, despite the situation. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, giving it a squeeze to reassure her.
She mumbles something that sounds like his name, her fingers wrapping around his.
"Yeah, it's me," he replies, his voice soft. He continues sitting there, holding her hand and stroking her hair until her breathing becomes steady, signalling she's fallen asleep.
He sits there for a few more minutes, quietly watching her. She looks so peaceful now that she's asleep, a complete contrast to the stumbling mess she was just a while ago.
Slowly, carefully so as not to wake her, he gets up and turns off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar so he can hear her if she needs him.
He goes to the kitchen filling a bottle with water and ice taking it back into the bedroom leaving it by her side going into the bathroom to find some painkillers.
He comes back into the room, carrying a couple of painkillers. He sets them down on the bedside table, making sure they're within reach for when she wakes up.
He looks down at her sleeping form, contemplating waking her up to give her the medicine, but decides against it. She's in deep sleep, and he doesn't want to disturb her. Instead, he pulls up a chair and sits down to keep an eye on her, just in case she wakes up and needs anything.
Herman
Kozik and his girlfriend had spent the evening at a party hosted by the club. As the night went on, his girlfriend had indulged in a few too many drinks, while he had remained relatively sober.
As the party began to wind down, Kozik noticed that his girlfriend had become quite drunk. She was stumbling around, struggling to speak clearly, and seemed on the verge of passing out.
Seeing her in this state, Kozik knew he couldn't leave her on her own. He made his way over to her, gently placing his arm around her to help her stand steady.
"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice soft and caring. "I think it's time to get you home."
His girlfriend protested, insisting that she was fine and wanted to stay at the party longer. But Kozik gently but firmly shook his head.
"No, babe," he said, guiding her towards the door. "You've had a little too much to drink. We need to get you home and into bed."
His girlfriend groaned, but she was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Kozik led her out of the party and helped her into the passenger seat of her car.
As he buckled her seatbelt, he could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Just hang in there," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home."
The drive was quiet, with his girlfriend dozing off in the passenger seat. Kozik kept his eyes focused on the road, his hand occasionally reaching over to pat her leg reassuringly.
When they finally arrived at her house, he helped her out of the car and guided her up the driveway. She stumbled on the way to the front door, but he was there to catch her, holding her steady against him.
Inside, Kozik helped his girlfriend into bed, pulling the blankets up around her and making sure she was comfortable. She mumbled something about wanting to stay awake and chat, but her eyes were already shutting.
Kozik chuckled softly, sitting down beside her on the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and tucked the covers in around her.
"It's time to sleep," he said gently. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll be right here."
His girlfriend nodded sleepily, her eyes closed now. Kozik stayed by her side, watching her breathing even out as she fell asleep. He leaned back against the headboard, content to keep watch over her until morning.
As the night went on, Kozik found his mind drifting. He thought about the party they had just left, his brothers back at the club, and the life they lived. But throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to the woman asleep beside him.
He knew he was lucky to have her. She was feisty, spirited and beautiful. And she was all his.
Tig
Tig was watching his girlfriend's every movement from a safe distance. Not because he was worried, but because watching his girlfriend when slightly hammered was always fun. She always let her inner self shine when she's had a few drinks. She's not as shy and reserved when she's like that.
Right now she was giggling up a storm with some of the guys from the club. Her cheeks were a rosy shade and her eyes were bright. A little smile played on his lips as he took another long sip from his beer.
He chuckled to himself, watching as his girlfriend stumbled on her own two feet. She reached out and grabbed onto the nearest person to steady herself, who just so happened to not be him. His smile disappeared into a slight frown, and he took a few steps closer.
He quickly intervened and wrapped an arm around her, steadying her. He kept a tight grip, not too tight but tight enough to keep her from toppling over. "You okay there, sweetheart?" Tig asked, his voice holding a touch of amusement.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. A huge smile graced her face and she let out a small giggle. "TIGGY!! I'm good, just got a little dizzy." She replied, leaning a little closer to him, clearly tipsy.
Tig chuckled and instinctively tightened his arm around her. "Yeah, I can tell. You should slow down on the drinks, doll." He teased, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and mild concern.
"I'm fine, really. I can handle my boooze." She stated, trying to sound firm, but the slur in her voice gave her away. She stumbled again and Tig quickly caught her again, pulling her closer against him to keep her steady.
Tig rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're doing a real good job handling your booze right now.." he replied sarcastically. He let out a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing her back, soothingly.
She pouted and smacked his chest playfully. "Shut up, I'm not even that drunk." She retorted, her voice still a little slurred. "I had like, three beers and a shot then another one...Oh then Bobby made a toast so i had another few. I can handle that."
Tig raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh thats all, huh?" He teased, his tone laced with amusement. "Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds mighty reasonable for a lightweight like you."
She huffed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I am not a lightweight." She argued, but her unsteadiness and rosy cheeks said otherwise.Tig couldn't help but chuckle at her denial. He continued to hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against him. "Right, sure you're not. That's why you can barely stand up straight on your own."
"I can stand just fine, thank you very much!" She retorted, her drunken confidence taking over. She tried to step away from him to spin in a circle and prove her point, but she stumbles again, wobbling on her feet.
Tig quickly wrapped an arm around her again and pulled her back towards him. He chuckled, now finding her attempts to prove her point even more amusing. "Yeah, you're a regular ballerina on those feet, darlin'."
She went quiet too quiet. And has a weird look on her face
"Ah shit" Tig groans and quickly scooped her up with practiced ease, knowing what was about to happen. "Looks like it's a one-way ticket to the porcelain throne for you, sweetheart." He joked as he started to rush her towards the nearest bathroom.
Once they reached the bathroom, he gently set her down in front of the toilet just in time before she started to retch into it. He knelt down beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach. Tig winced in sympathy as he heard her getting sick.
"There you go, get it all out, doll." He comforted, rubbing her back soothingly. He was thankful that the bathroom was mostly empty, and he knew the guys would keep other people out.
Once she was done, she slumped against him, weak and shaky. Tig pulled her onto his lap, holding her close and letting her rest her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "You're gonna be feeling like hell tomorrow, baby." He said with a playful hint of amusement. He knew she was in for a rough morning, but he was also secretly enjoying having her so dependent on him for awhile.
Summary: Kozik was your world and with a baby girl on the way everything was becoming clear, but you worried for his safety with the cartel, happy being both of your best friend he was always there to reassure you, but what will the future hold?
Pairing: Kozik x f!reader, Happy x f!reader
Included: Pregnancy, Character Death:(, Depression, Grief, Flashbacks, Fluff, 18+
Part.1
â˘Masterlistâ˘
I pull up to the clubhouse, taking the bag of cookies and baby stuff and heading into the shop to show Gemma, she loved this baby stuff
âSweetheart youâre back already!â
âYeah guys are out on the run, best I come back here and wait for them! Happys mom gave me some things I thought youâd love to see!â
She drops her pen and gives me her full attention as I pull out the blankets and cute baby clothes
âItâs crazy to think crazy Happy was that small and innocent onceâ she laughed
âIsnât it, his mom is desperate for grandbabies and a daughter in law trust meâ I say as I snack on the cookies
âReally? She got a soft spot for you?â
âYeah but thatâs just her, sheâs a sweet old lady, she just wants happy to have someoneâ
For the rest of the day I help around the club house, cleaning up, organizing Happys dorm, mine and Koziks dorm too, he even bought a little bassinet for Lily so when she comes we can keep her next to the bed
Even though this life is crazy I couldnât wait to start this family, Kozik is so excited, always talks to my bump every night promising heâll always keep her happy and safe
Heâs gonna make an amazing dad and Iâm excited to see that, the hard biker all sweet in his little girl, he was the most gentle of all the guys in the club, donât get me wrong the guys are gentlemenâs when they want to be but that was Kozik, my husband, he was just born that way, and I tell him all the time how lucky I feel having found him
Breaking out of my thoughts I hear the rumble of motorcycles pulling up in the lot outside, stepping out as the sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of pinks and oranges
I hold my bump feeling like a kid in a candy shop, giddy to see my man, I walk along the bikes to where Kozik usually parks but heâs not there, so I turn to happy who parks next to him, he takes his helmet off and his head hangs low
âHappy? Where is he?â That unsettled feeling came over me like it did this morning
He walks over standing so close, he wouldnât even look at me
âHappy please talk to me, where is he?â My voice quivers and I feeling my stomach twist, his hands take the sides on my arms holding me steady as he finally looked at me, the guys all watching from their bikes
âWe were out with the Cartel, after some people, he went ahead through this field, we didnât knowâ
âDidnât know what? Happy donât tell me what I think youâre gonna sayâ I suck in a breath trying to hold my tears
âIt was a minefield, he couldnât get out fast enoughâŚâŚ..itâs was over fastâ his voice deep as my hearing started to ring, my knees weak as I dropped to the ground, Happy catching my fall before my knees hit, I couldnât even cry I felt sick, I felt numb and then everything went black
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Happys Pov
Seeing the look on her face broke me, sheâs been such a constant joy in my life, when Kozik introduced us I was suspicious, he was a good friend and Iâm wary of new people
But when I spent more time with her and Kozik I saw how much she really loved him, they were everything to eachother, different than the usual relationship between bikers and their ol ladies, he was always gentle with her, never raised his voice and I saw why, she was a bundle of joy, always caring
Seeing him blow up on the minefield put a rip in me, not just because he was my best friend but because I knew how worried she got about this, knowing the crew wasnât safe and now sheâs left without her husband and a baby who will never meet their father
I hold her limp body in my arms as the guys surround us panicking
âWake up girl, come onâ I groan worried as I tap her cheeks
âSheâs in shock, bring her to her dorm, Iâll make some comfort food for when she gets upâ Gemma says
I pick her up with ease and carry her to the room she shared with Kozik when theyâd crash here, laying her in the bed placing a blanket over her and taking her shoes off
I sit in the chair they have in the corner of the room, rubbing a hand over my face
âShitâ Iâm not good at this emotional shit I donât know how to navigate through this but I promised Kozik if anything ever happened Iâd take care of her and make sure she wasnât alone
Looking at the baby bassinet in the corner out a lump in my throat, he always told me his worries about the way the club was going late at night, the threats with Tara, the pressure from the Cartel and IRA
Thought Jax was out of control and it was gonna blow back in us in one way or another, I always told him it would be fine, theyâd figure it out and we were so close to getting out, he was so close
And I promised him Iâd take care of his girls and Iâll protect them with my life so they wonât hurt again
The door opens and chibs comes in carrying Koziks kutte placing it on the bed next to y/n
âAwful shite, lil lassy like her donât deserve thisâ he says leaning against the door frame
âNo she doesnât, Iâm so angry, Iâd rip those men apart piece by piece if they werenât already deadâ I say not taking my eyes off of her
âSheâll be okay brotherâ I shook my head
âYou didnât know their relationship like I do, they were intertwined down to every fibre of their beings, this is gonna break herâ
âSheâs still got you Hap, sheâs got the club to lean onâ
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Normal Pov
I feel him holding me like he always did when we slept, my big biker always came home to cuddle with me and it always made me smile, I turn to get closer to him but when I put my hand out it lands on leather and not a warm body I was use to
Opening my eyes I see the bed is empty and only lays Koziks Kutte and then all the memories come flooding back and reality sets inâŚâŚhe gone
The tears fall immediately and I bring the kutte to my face breathing him cologne in
âPlease god noâ I cry so hard I can barely breath, I just had him with me this morning, he swore heâd come back to me
I feel a hand on my back and I look up to Happy sitting next to me, the sorrow written all over his face was something Iâve never seen, he was always either straight faced or joking here and there, this just made me feel worse but atleast he was still here with me and felt a bit of what Iâm feeling
âThis wasnât suppose to happen Happy, why him? He got his life together, he quit drugs, he was happy with me, so excited for our baby and starting a family, why us?âim a mess as the tears blur my vision and soak into his shirt as he holds me
âItâs my fault, I shouldnât have let him goâ he grunts his voice more deep than usual and I know heâs trying to keep his emotions down
âItâs not, itâs Jaxs fault, Herman was scared he told me, he got my husband killed because heâs a hot headâ my despair was forming into rage, I push back from Happy getting off the bed and stomping out of the dorm, I hear happy trying to stop me, but I somehow out run him at 7 months pregnant, getting back to the common area I see him sat at a table and I see red as the tears still spill down my face
âThis is your fault YOU BASTARD YOU GOT MY HUSBAND KILLEDâ I run at him wanting to rip him apart, the guys donât do anything surprisingly but right before I could get to him, my hand met inches from his face I feel happy wrap his arms around me holding me to his chest
âCalm down girlâ
âCalm down! I just lost the love of my life, I canât do this without himâ the anger wave subsided and Iâm left a shell of myself again, like my half my heart was gone
âLook im sorry but how was i suppose to know this would happenâ Jax says like no blame should land on him
âEveryone knew getting in with the cartel was a bad idea, he was so worried and now Iâm all aloneâ Iâm a blubbering mess
âCome on sweetheart Iâve made you some soup, maybe itâll help, all this stress is gonna put you and the baby in the hospitalâ Gemma says as she holds a bowl of warm soup walking back to my dorm
âYouâre not alone lil girl, Iâm not leaving your side, I promised him Iâd take care of his girls and thatâs what Iâm gonna doâ happy whispers to me and for a split second I feel a relief but itâs gone just as quick as he leads me back to the dorm
I take Koziks Kutte and put it on, I donât care if itâs against the rules Iâll wear this for as long as I can just to sense him here
How do I do this without the man I cherished with every morsel of my being?
You, your dad and Kozik were at the mall as you shopped. Your dad and uncle had granted you a shopping spree for your birthday and you were taking quite the advantage. Both men were worn out as you darted from shop to shop. Trying on outfit after outfit and browsing and trying out every scent of lotion and perfume your pretty manicured hands could get on.
You and Kozik were moving to the third floor via elevator as your dad once again ran bags out to the van. You had been teasing Kozik all day as well. Whispered taunts, photos and suggestive texts as you tried on clothes as well as occasionally grinding on him when your dad wasnât paying attention had your lover rock hard and practically cumming in his jeans by the time you two got on the elevator.
With a dart of his arm, Kozik hit the stop button between floors as he pushed you against the wall. âBend over grab the railâ he grunted before pushing back as he undid his his belt and jeans. Once you were positioned he flipped your skirt up and yanked your thong from your body. Guiding his cock though youâre wet folds he grinned as your pussy glistened and your whole clenched in antipation.
âLater pretty babyâ he murmured before notching his head at your ass.
âKoâ you started to protest but you were cut off as he slid easily in. You moan and squirm but he keeps you pinned to the wall. âStay still and take it slutâ he demands harshly as he slams his full length into you. You wail as the intense fullness short circuits your brain. âWanna be a tease, this is what teases getâ he grunts as you starts to rapidly fuck in and out of your ass. Kozik closes his eyes as he fucks you. Fuck. Youâre fucking perfect, taking my cock like a good slut. You were made for me to fill you upâ he groans before slamming his cock in to you once more and releasing his seed deep in your ass.
Fishing around in his pocket he pulls out a jeweled butt plug and shoves it in as he pulls out. âClean me upâ he demands as he steps back from you. Quickly you turn and fall to your knees, the sound of the elevator moving has you quickly stuffing him in your mouth and sucking off his cum and your juices. By the time the door opens you are wiping your lips as he grabs your thong from the floor and directs you to the nearest store.
Summary: Herman Kozik never thought he would want to have kids. Heâs a biker, an ex-junkie, he wouldnât be a good father anyway. But when an ex girlfriend gives him the chance to be in the life of their daughter even before the birth. He leaps at it. He wonât abandon her like he was. With the help of his ex, his best friend, and even Mama Lowman he finds that he loves being her father.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): angst, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of drugs and rehab, mentions of jail, an unsupportive family.
Word Count: 3280
A/N: The title is based on the second verse and chorus of the song âRideâ by Lana Del Rey. Honestly this entire fic came from a maladaptive daydream I had when I had this song on repeat for days recently. Lol. Anyway, this chapter is obviously mainly about the mom OC and the pregnancy. Baby girl comes into it properly next chapter. But still, enjoy the background info.
Jennifer looked at the pregnancy test in her hands. A knot forming in her stomach at the positive result. There was nothing she could do to change that now. She was pregnant. And she knew exactly who the father was.
The problem wasâŚthe father was currently relapsing on heroin and sheâd left him two months prior.
Still, he deserves to know right? Maybe a call couldnât hurt. Her fingers hesitated over the number pad of the motel room she was currently in. What if he didnât answer? What if he did? Which would be worse?
Finally she broke and dialed the number she had had memorized by their second week together. Sheâd always been good with numbers.
âMaybe I shoulda been an accountantâŚâ she muttered to herself.
The line rang and rang and rang until finally a gruff voice she recognized but didnât expect answered.
âYeah?â
âOh, hey Happy, itâs Jen, I was trying to call KozikâŚâ she said, it felt weird after dating for so long calling him by his last name again, but thatâs what happens when you break up she supposed.
âI just dumped his ass at a rehab,â Happy said.
âOhâŚokayâŚjustâŚwhen he gets out, have him call meâŚâ she said, a sense of relief and apprehension overtaking her, âItâs important.â
Should she tell Happy? No, wouldnât be right to tell anyone before him.
âToo important to tell me?â Happy tried to joke, âI will Jen, you were good for him.â
Happy wasnât usually emotional unless he was drained. Kozik must have really gone off the deep end this time. She prayed he got and stayed clean.
âI would at least like a sober conversation,â she joked.
Happy agreed before they hung up. Gruff and closed off as he was. Sheâd always liked Happy. She sighed and looked at her stomach. She wasnât even showing yet but she knew her and Kozikâs child was there. And she was doing it on her own.
For now she hoped.
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Jennifer was around five months along and still looking for a place to stay permanently. Right after she had broken up with Kozik her roommate moved her boyfriend in effectively kicking her out. And then a month into her extended stay at a motel she found out she was pregnant. Around three months along.
She had a job as a waitress in a bar but that didnât pay as well now that she was starting to show.
She didnât know the gender yet. Waiting desperately for that call from her ex before she found out. Sheâd hoped that he was truly clean this time. So that their child could know him.
Herman Kozik was many things. An addict. A biker. A felon. Troubled. Herman Kozik was troubled.
But he was also a good man. He had a good heart.
Sometimes it was harder to get to that part. But she knew that it was there deep down. And even though she also knew that they could never be together as a couple again. Maybe they could be friends. Co-parents to their child.
She hoped.
When she was leaving the diner sheâd just gotten a daytime waitressing gig at she ran into the last person she expected. But also made her worried. Happy.
Who could see exactly why she must have called Kozik a few months prior.
âWhy didnât you say anything to me?â He asked.
âBecause I wanted him to hear it from me,â she answered honestly, âPlus, you said he was going into rehab. He needs to focus on staying clean.â
She knew it might be selfish to hide it until then. But she felt it was best. For him. For her. For the child growing inside of her.
Happy sighed and nodded. He could understand why she wanted to wait.
âHeâs getting out next month,â he said, âIâll have him call you then, unless you wanna wait to be sure he sticks to it.â
Jennifer bit her lip. She did. But she also didnât wanna deprive him of any more time knowing he had a baby on the way.
âIâll call him,â she said, âMaybe ask him to take me to my next appointmentâŚsee ifâŚif he wants thisâŚâ she rubbed her belly, âGod knows I want themâŚâ
âDonât know what youâre having yet?â Happy asked.
âI wanted to wait until Herman knewâŚso we could find out togetherâŚâ she murmured.
It felt only fair since she hadnât told him she was pregnant yet. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as the doubts began to swirl again. What if he didnât get clean? What if he didnât believe her that the baby was his? Should she offer to get a DNA test to be sure? She knew she hadnât been with anyone else. But she knew that might be best.
And what if he didnât want anything to do with the baby? What if he completely turned his back on her and their child?
Jennifer shook her head when Happy said her name, stirring her from her negative thoughts. She looked up at him. Her fears dancing on her tongue but she said nothing. She didnât know how to say it.
She wasnât afraid of his reaction. Sheâs known Happy about as long as Kozik and despite his rough nature. He wasnât ever threatening to her.
She just didnât want to burden him with her rapidly racing thoughts.
âHappyâŚheâs not the type to run from this is he?â She finally asked.
âHonestly, I donât know,â Happy said, âBut he still deserves to know.â
âIâll call him before my appointment next month,â she said.
Happy nodded, âDo you need help?â He asked her, the exhaustion she was feeling was obvious and it couldnât just be from being pregnant, there was something more there.
He could see it. He knew her too well. She was the one person that he swore Kozik might have settled down with if he hadnât relapsed.
That caused the dam to break. Jennifer began to sob and nod wildly grasping onto Happy like her life depended on it. The man was shocked but held her, rubbing her back. She sobbed out everything that had happened and that sheâd been trying to survive this pregnancy alone in an extended stay motel.
Happyâs resolve strengthened. He couldnât stand seeing any woman suffer like this.
âHey, Iâm gonna help you,â he said, âYou may not be with Koz right now, but youâre still my family.â
Jennifer nodded, thankful for him. Thankful to have some support.
â
Happy was a man of his word. He arranged to help her get an apartment in the same complex he knew Kozik was moving into. The manager being a friend of his and the club. So it wasnât a hard sell.
Still she was grateful he had helped her get into a better place to raise a child. Having a home base would make finding work and everything else easier.
Soon enough Kozik was cleared to go home and Jennifer gave it a week before calling him. Saying she wanted to see him. That she missed him. It was the truth. And perhaps a little manipulative. But she knew that telling him over the phone would be the wrong choice.
She invited him to her new place and he laughed about the coincidence. Even though it wasnât. And neither of them knew that. Only Happy did.
He wasnât going to give his friend the chance to run or relapse. He would have to face this daily. Was it harsh? Perhaps. But he knew that Kozik was strong.
And he would never abandon his child. He always lamented how his dad stayed around just long enough to name him before he split.
So when he saw Jennifer open the door, visibly pregnant he felt his whole world begin to shift. He almost fell over in shock.
âJenny? How? When? Mine?â He stammered out after a moment.
Jennifer had to laugh softly at the blond biker sheâd fallen in and out of love with so easily. Yes, she still loved him. But it was a different kind of love.
âGet your ass in her and weâll talk, but I found out about two months after we broke up. Iâm about five along. And yes, itâs yours.â She said letting him inside her new apartment, âIf you want we can get a DNA test done when theyâre born.â
âYou donât know what it is yet?â Kozik asked.
Still too stunned to ask anything but the usual questions.
âNoâŚIâŚI wanted to wait until I told youâŚin caseâŚI donât knowâŚyou wanted to find out togetherâŚâ she murmured, âNo pressure, I mean, only of you want to, I promise itâs your babyâŚâ
She was stammering now. She was nervous. She wasnât afraid of Kozik. But that didnât mean she wasnât unsure about all of this. She wasnât sure how to be a mom let alone co-parent. And when she had tried to call her own mother for help she was ridiculed and told to just deal with it. The ultimatum was to cut Kozik out of the babyâs life competently for any kind of support. And when she said that wasnât fair she was told that she got knocked up by a biker, she could have his baby alone. And to never call again.
She could only hope that it wouldnât be that way after the baby was born. But stillâŚshe wasnât holding her breath. She was nervous about doing anything alone.
âDoâŚdo you want to come to my next appointment to find out the gender?â She asked.
âDo you want me there?â Kozik asked.
âOf courseâŚbut only if you want to be thereâŚâ she said.
âI donât think I could forgive myself if I took off on you,â he said, âI donât know how to be a father. But Iâm willing to try.â
It was as emotionally open as he had ever been with anyone. Maybe it was because he was fresh out of rehab that the right words were in his head for once. But he wasnât going to worry about that now.
âI donât, Herman, I donât think we can be together again, butâŚI want you in the babyâs life,â Jennifer said honestly, âI love you, but notâŚnot like I used to. But I donât hate you.â
She had had months to think about what she would say to him. How she would explain how she was feeling and what she wanted to him. He nodded and she could tell that it hurt him to have lose her. But he was grateful she was giving him this chance.
He wasnât going to fuck it up.
He was going to try his best to not fuck it up.
âThank you,â he said softly, âFor giving me this chance.â
âYou only get one.â Jennifer said.
Kozik nodded, âI understand.â
â
Sitting in the waiting room Jennifer was bouncing her knee up and down. Worried for everything that was to come. She was about to find out if she and Kozik were going to have a daughter or a son. And see how he reacted to the realities of everything. She hoped to whatever deity existed that he could handle this.
Kozik arrived separately, church was called for his return from rehab and he had barely gotten out of that before he had to go. Making his excuses to their charter president, Happy backing him up on why.
He made it just in time. Apologizing for being late. But Jennifer was just glad he actually showed up. She was nervous. She hadnât had the chance to even think about decorations or clothes or anything. She was just trying to survive.
When she was called back she let Kozik come with her. A wave of relief washing over her when he sat in the room with her. As she laid on the table waiting for the ultrasound tech.
âWhat do you want it to be?â Kozik asked her.
âI donât know,â Jennifer said honestly, âEverytime I think about itâŚit switches between a boy and a girlâŚI just want them to be healthyâŚand have both of usâŚweâre all theyâre gonna haveâŚâ
âI take it your mom wasnât too happy with you getting knocked up by me?â Kozik asked.
Heâd heard the verbal wrath of Jenniferâs mother over the phone. When he had agreed to taking a chance at going to Thanksgiving with her family. When Jennifer slipped up and said he was a mechanicâŚand rode a motorcycleâŚhe hated seeing the typically strong Jennifer break down like that. So instead they had joined Happy at Mama Lowmanâs house for the holiday. She was always happy for more company.
âHapâs mom is gonna flip when Iâm the one to give her her first grandchild,â Kozik joked.
Jennifer laughed, âThen Hap is gonna kill you for making his mom ask him for more.â She joked.
Kozik grinned, he loves how easy it was to talk to her. Even if they werenât a couple now and never would be again, it was nice that she didnât hate him.
The tech came in with a bright smile like usual and greeted Jennifer and Kozik. She seemed so excited for her that the father was finally here.
âAre we finding out the gender today?â She asked.
âYes, I was waiting for Herman to come back from helping his brothers to find out,â Jennifer lied smoothly.
Kozik was thankful that she hadnât been honest about where he had been. He didnât want to be seen as a deadbeat. Because he wasnât going to be one if he could help it.
He didnât doubt he was the father. But he understood why she was insisting on a DNA test after the child was born. If something ever happened to her she wanted all the evidence that he was the father so her family couldnât challenge for custody after they turned their backs on her.
The tech began the exam, âAlright, thereâs the head, theyâre developing properlyâŚletâs see if theyâre in a good position to seeâŚright thereâŚit looks like you two are expecting an adorable baby girl!â She said happily.
âA girl?â Jennifer asked with tears in her eyes, âIâm gonna have a daughter?â
She was so happy they were healthy before she didnât realize just what it would mean to know if the baby was a boy or a girl. It made it all the more real. The baby growing in her was her little girl. She looked over at the rather shell shocked Kozik. He was staring at the screen.
âThatâsâŚthatâs my daughter?â He asked, feeling choked up.
âYes sir, and sheâs growing perfectly,â the tech assured them.
âOh godâŚHermanâŚsheâs going to be perfectâŚâ Jennifer began to cry, her emotions taking hold.
The tech printed up photos of the ultrasound for them and gave the pair a moment.
âIâŚIâm gonna do all I can to be a good father to her, Jenn, youâre not in this alone,â he assured her.
Jennifer knew she wouldnât be fully alone ever. She had some support with actual friends. And even more now with Kozik and Happy. Those two were the most like brothers in the entire club.
âAre you happy with a girl?â Jennifer asked.
âYes, Iâm just happy youâre actually giving me the chance to be in her life,â he said again.
Jennifer smiled. Maybe she really could do this. Her mom would eat her words at abandoning her.
â
The months wore on, and Kozik was there for Jennifer as often as he could be. In as many ways as possible. But of course the lifestyle he led as a biker had to throw a wrench into things.
He was sent on a long run and wound up getting locked up for a year. Leaving Jennifer almost alone. Happy hadnât been picked up so he kept an eye on her for Kozik.
Jennifer gave birth when Kozik was four months into his stint. Happy was beside her as she gave birth. Letting her crush his hand.
He wasnât planning on it until Jennifer demanded that she needed somebody in her life beside her. She donât know anyone else that she would trust.
So he held her hand and after Jennifer was the first person to hold the baby girl who looked so much like her father with her blonde hair. It was her eyes that struck both of them the most. Deep brown like Kozikâs mother had had. Jennifer commented on that. Like Kozik she had blue eyes as well as both of her parents having blue eyes.
Kozikâs father had blue eyes but his mother had these soulful brown eyes. And now their daughter had them.
He got the pair safely home and promised to help her however he could. He stayed the night on the couch to watch over them. Heâd promised Kozik he would.
He stayed there almost every night for the next few months. Helping out. He kept Kozik updated whenever Jennifer was too tired to talk on the phone.
One morning as he was finishing his breakfast and watching over Jennifer as she nursed the baby. Some music softly playing in the apartment. He was walking quieter than ever when he was there.
âHeâs going to love her,â Happy said, he himself was already feeling extremely protective of the child.
Jennifer nodded and smiled softly, âI want you to be her godfather,â she said looking over at him.
âMe?â He asked, confused.
âI donât know anyone Koz or I would trust more to take care of her if anything happens to both of usâŚâ she said, âHe doesnât have any other family andâŚwellâŚyou know about mineâŚâ
Happy nodded, the last thing that anyone would want was for the baby to end up with Jenniferâs parents or family. Theyâd abandoned her and would go through bouts of harassment trying to convince her that she was a failure. After being extremely neglectful and abusive when she was growing up.
âMy baby girl will never suffer like I did.â She said.
Happy nodded, âSheâs got an entire MC behind her,â he said.
But more than that she had parents who would love her and a godfather like Happy Lowman.
â
Kozik hadnât wanted Jennifer to bring his newborn to visit him in jail. He didnât want his first memories of his baby to be in visitation.
Instead his first memories were at the clubhouse. Her waiting inside with Happy when he rode up. He got off the bike and greeted his brothers before he saw her.
He hadnât expected Jennifer to be there. To bring their baby to the clubhouse. To want to ingrain her into the world of her father.
But here she was, holding a bundle swaddled in a pink blanket printed with motorcycles, a gift from Ma Lowman, Happyâs mother was so excited for her god-granddaughter and was spoiling Jennifer with clothes and blankets and food. It was nice to be loved in that way.
He walked over and Jennifer carefully handed him his sleeping daughter, âIâm happy to introduce you to your daughter Circe Kozik.â She said, naming her after the Greek goddess due to a love of mythology.
His eyes snapped up to hers briefly. Sheâd given their daughter his last name. He wanted to cry. Even more so when the baby opened her eyes and he saw the beautiful deep brown that had once belonged to his mother.
âHey babygirlâŚâ he murmured, âIâm going to be the best damn dad I can for you.â He promised, âIâm gonna stay sober.â
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It has been a long time since Kozik has touched you like this, since heâs undressed you, taken you to bed. His large palms roam over your curves, thumbs ghosting over your nipples before his mouth follows suit. You moan as his tongue trails over the peak, your fingers tangling in his hair.
âI missed this.â He murmurs, directing his attention to your other breast. His fingertips trail along the scar, the one from the surgery that saved your life. âMissed touching my beautiful girl like this.â
You can tell he means it. The chemotherapy may have ravaged your body but when Herman Kozik looks at you, itâs with reverence. It makes you feel like youâre the most gorgeous girl in the world.
His teeth graze over your nipple and it sends a rush of ecstasy right through your veins that you havenât felt since this whole nightmare started. His palm sweeps lower over the curve of your hip, his thumb hooking the waistband of your panties before he draws them down your thighs.
Youâre wet for him already; he can feel the dampness on your underwear as he bundles them in his fist and throws them over his shoulder.
Heâs teasing with his kisses, each one sending a thrill through your body as he explores lower. Itâs different with you now, he gets that. You arenât as secure as you once were but youâre still the girl he fell in love with, the one heâd give his life for any day of the week.
Itâs been an age since he tasted you, since heâs been able to bury his face between your legs the way you like. He drinks in the sight of you, laid out amongst the sheets, skin flushed, so desperate, so needy and all for him.
His breath ghosts over your clit, the warmth of it setting your nerve endings ablaze. His tongue traces over you, circling that sensitive nub. You make the sweetest little sound, your fingers curling in his hair, gripping it as you arch up into him. He canât get enough of you. His tongue dips lower, licking over your opening before he fucks you, nice and slow. You taste divine, like candied honey in his mouth.Â
Your breath catches, and he knows that he has you right where he wants you. When you come, he moans into your pretty pussy because he loves giving you pleasure, and itâs been such a long time since youâve received it. He leaves you wrecked amongst the sheets; kissing his way back up to your mouth. His body blankets yours, the heat rolling over your sensitive flesh as he brushes away the tears on your cheeks.
âIâm sorry.â You whisper with a shaky laugh. âItâs just feels so good after so long.â
âI know.â He says quietly as he looks into your eyes. âTrust me baby, I know.â
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