#kozik

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. “O-Opie,” she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. “You're home.”

“Yeah, I’m home,” he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. “And you’re a little drunk, aren’t you?”

"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. “Those ain't beer, baby,” he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. “That's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?”

"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. “I feel funny,” she mumbled. “And spinny.”

Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. “That’s because you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. “Just lean against me, okay?”

She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. “You smell good, Opie,” 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. “And you smell like a distillery,” he teases, his voice filled with affection.

She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. “You’re mean,” she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “You’re not supposed to be mean to me when I’m drunk, you’re supposed to be nice and tell me I’m pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.”

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.

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 wasn’t 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. “Bend over grab the rail” 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 you’re wet folds he grinned as your pussy glistened and your whole clenched in antipation.

“Later pretty baby” he murmured before notching his head at your ass.

“Ko” 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. “Stay still and take it slut” he demands harshly as he slams his full length into you. You wail as the intense fullness short circuits your brain. “Wanna be a tease, this is what teases get” he grunts as you starts to rapidly fuck in and out of your ass. Kozik closes his eyes as he fucks you. Fuck. You’re fucking perfect, taking my cock like a good slut. You were made for me to fill you up” 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. “Clean me up” 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.

“Oh…okay…just…when he gets out, have him call me…” she said, a sense of relief and apprehension overtaking her, “It’s important.”

Should she tell Happy? No, wouldn’t be right to tell anyone before him.

“Too important to tell me?” Happy tried to joke, “I will Jen, you were good for him.”

Happy wasn’t usually emotional unless he was drained. Kozik must have really gone off the deep end this time. She prayed he got and stayed clean.

“I would at least like a sober conversation,” she joked.

Happy agreed before they hung up. Gruff and closed off as he was. She’d always liked Happy. She sighed and looked at her stomach. She wasn’t even showing yet but she knew her and Kozik’s child was there. And she was doing it on her own.

For now she hoped.

—

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 didn’t pay as well now that she was starting to show.

She didn’t know the gender yet. Waiting desperately for that call from her ex before she found out. She’d 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 she’d 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.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” He asked.

“Because I wanted him to hear it from me,” she answered honestly, “Plus, you said he was going into rehab. He needs to focus on staying clean.”

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.

“He’s getting out next month,” he said, “I’ll have him call you then, unless you wanna wait to be sure he sticks to it.”

Jennifer bit her lip. She did. But she also didn’t wanna deprive him of any more time knowing he had a baby on the way.

“I’ll call him,” she said, “Maybe ask him to take me to my next appointment…see if…if he wants this…” she rubbed her belly, “God knows I want them…”

“Don’t know what you’re having yet?” Happy asked.

“I wanted to wait until Herman knew…so we could find out together…” she murmured.

It felt only fair since she hadn’t told him she was pregnant yet. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as the doubts began to swirl again. What if he didn’t get clean? What if he didn’t believe her that the baby was his? Should she offer to get a DNA test to be sure? She knew she hadn’t been with anyone else. But she knew that might be best.

And what if he didn’t 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 didn’t know how to say it.

She wasn’t afraid of his reaction. She’s known Happy about as long as Kozik and despite his rough nature. He wasn’t ever threatening to her.

She just didn’t want to burden him with her rapidly racing thoughts.

“Happy…he’s not the type to run from this is he?” She finally asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Happy said, “But he still deserves to know.”

“I’ll call him before my appointment next month,” she said.

Happy nodded, “Do you need help?” He asked her, the exhaustion she was feeling was obvious and it couldn’t 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 hadn’t 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 she’d been trying to survive this pregnancy alone in an extended stay motel.

Happy’s resolve strengthened. He couldn’t stand seeing any woman suffer like this.

“Hey, I’m gonna help you,” he said, “You may not be with Koz right now, but you’re still my family.”

Jennifer nodded, thankful for him. Thankful to have some support.

—

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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t. And neither of them knew that. Only Happy did.

He wasn’t 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.

“Jenny? How? When? Mine?” He stammered out after a moment.

Jennifer had to laugh softly at the blond biker she’d fallen in and out of love with so easily. Yes, she still loved him. But it was a different kind of love.

“Get your ass in her and we’ll talk, but I found out about two months after we broke up. I’m about five along. And yes, it’s yours.” She said letting him inside her new apartment, “If you want we can get a DNA test done when they’re born.”

“You don’t know what it is yet?” Kozik asked.

Still too stunned to ask anything but the usual questions.

“No…I…I wanted to wait until I told you…in case…I don’t know…you wanted to find out together…” she murmured, “No pressure, I mean, only of you want to, I promise it’s your baby…”

She was stammering now. She was nervous. She wasn’t afraid of Kozik. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t unsure about all of this. She wasn’t 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 baby’s life competently for any kind of support. And when she said that wasn’t 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 wouldn’t be that way after the baby was born. But still…she wasn’t holding her breath. She was nervous about doing anything alone.

“Do…do you want to come to my next appointment to find out the gender?” She asked.

“Do you want me there?” Kozik asked.

“Of course…but only if you want to be there…” she said.

“I don’t think I could forgive myself if I took off on you,” he said, “I don’t know how to be a father. But I’m willing to try.”

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 wasn’t going to worry about that now.

“I don’t, Herman, I don’t think we can be together again, but…I want you in the baby’s life,” Jennifer said honestly, “I love you, but not…not like I used to. But I don’t hate you.”

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 wasn’t going to fuck it up.

He was going to try his best to not fuck it up.

“Thank you,” he said softly, “For giving me this chance.”

“You only get one.” Jennifer said.

Kozik nodded, “I understand.”

—

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 hadn’t 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.

“What do you want it to be?” Kozik asked her.

“I don’t know,” Jennifer said honestly, “Everytime I think about it…it switches between a boy and a girl…I just want them to be healthy…and have both of us…we’re all they’re gonna have…”

“I take it your mom wasn’t too happy with you getting knocked up by me?” Kozik asked.

He’d heard the verbal wrath of Jennifer’s 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 mechanic…and rode a motorcycle…he hated seeing the typically strong Jennifer break down like that. So instead they had joined Happy at Mama Lowman’s house for the holiday. She was always happy for more company.

“Hap’s mom is gonna flip when I’m the one to give her her first grandchild,” Kozik joked.

Jennifer laughed, “Then Hap is gonna kill you for making his mom ask him for more.” She joked.

Kozik grinned, he loves how easy it was to talk to her. Even if they weren’t a couple now and never would be again, it was nice that she didn’t 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.

“Are we finding out the gender today?” She asked.

“Yes, I was waiting for Herman to come back from helping his brothers to find out,” Jennifer lied smoothly.

Kozik was thankful that she hadn’t been honest about where he had been. He didn’t want to be seen as a deadbeat. Because he wasn’t going to be one if he could help it.

He didn’t 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 couldn’t challenge for custody after they turned their backs on her.

The tech began the exam, “Alright, there’s the head, they’re developing properly…let’s see if they’re in a good position to see…right there…it looks like you two are expecting an adorable baby girl!” She said happily.

“A girl?” Jennifer asked with tears in her eyes, “I’m gonna have a daughter?”

She was so happy they were healthy before she didn’t 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.

“That’s…that’s my daughter?” He asked, feeling choked up.

“Yes sir, and she’s growing perfectly,” the tech assured them.

“Oh god…Herman…she’s going to be perfect…” Jennifer began to cry, her emotions taking hold.

The tech printed up photos of the ultrasound for them and gave the pair a moment.

“I…I’m gonna do all I can to be a good father to her, Jenn, you’re not in this alone,” he assured her.

Jennifer knew she wouldn’t 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.

“Are you happy with a girl?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, I’m just happy you’re actually giving me the chance to be in her life,” he said again.

Jennifer smiled. Maybe she really could do this. Her mom would eat her words at abandoning her.

—

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 hadn’t 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 wasn’t planning on it until Jennifer demanded that she needed somebody in her life beside her. She don’t 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 Kozik’s mother had had. Jennifer commented on that. Like Kozik she had blue eyes as well as both of her parents having blue eyes.

Kozik’s 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. He’d 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.

“He’s going to love her,” Happy said, he himself was already feeling extremely protective of the child.

Jennifer nodded and smiled softly, “I want you to be her godfather,” she said looking over at him.

“Me?” He asked, confused.

“I don’t know anyone Koz or I would trust more to take care of her if anything happens to both of us…” she said, “He doesn’t have any other family and…well…you know about mine…”

Happy nodded, the last thing that anyone would want was for the baby to end up with Jennifer’s parents or family. They’d 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.

“My baby girl will never suffer like I did.” She said.

Happy nodded, “She’s got an entire MC behind her,” he said.

But more than that she had parents who would love her and a godfather like Happy Lowman.

—

Kozik hadn’t wanted Jennifer to bring his newborn to visit him in jail. He didn’t 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 hadn’t 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, Happy’s 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, “I’m happy to introduce you to your daughter Circe Kozik.” She said, naming her after the Greek goddess due to a love of mythology.

His eyes snapped up to hers briefly. She’d 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.

“Hey babygirl…” he murmured, “I’m going to be the best damn dad I can for you.” He promised, “I’m gonna stay sober.”

That was a promise to both the baby and Jennifer.

“My Circe…” he breathed.

“I missed this.” He murmurs, directing his attention to your other breast. His fingertips trail along the scar, the one from the surgery that saved your life. “Missed touching my beautiful girl like this.”

You can tell he means it. The chemotherapy may have ravaged your body but when Herman Kozik looks at you, it’s with reverence. It makes you feel like you’re 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 haven’t 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.

You’re 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.

He’s teasing with his kisses, each one sending a thrill through your body as he explores lower. It’s different with you now, he gets that. You aren’t as secure as you once were but you’re still the girl he fell in love with, the one he’d give his life for any day of the week.

It’s been an age since he tasted you, since he’s 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 can’t 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. 

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 it’s been such a long time since you’ve 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.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper with a shaky laugh. “It’s just feels so good after so long.”

“I know.” He says quietly as he looks into your eyes. “Trust me baby, I know.”

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