Description: While you're pregnant with your first child, Happy gets shot, a graze wound along the side of his head.

My phone ringing snapped me out of the book I was reading. Happy and I found out a few weeks ago that I'm pregnant so I've been reading up on parenting and childhood development since then.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey, you might want to come down to the clubhouse," Tig said. My anxiety instantly skyrocketed. A call like this was never good.

"Man why the fuck did you call her?" I heard Happy yelling the background. At least he was semi okay if he was yelling at his brother for calling me. I knew he didn't want to worry me, but he knew that I'd kill every single one of them for not telling me he was hurt.

"Sit still brotha," Chibs said.

"Yeah I'm on my way," I said and hung up. I headed out to my car and took off for the clubhouse. As I drove I tried to not panic too much. I was beyond worried about what my idiot old man had gotten himself into. But, I was even more worried that he was going to try riding and handling club business injured.

I parked my car in the lot of TM and got out, adjusting Happy's shirt so it sat a little looser on my stomach. I wasn't showing noticeably yet, but Gemma picks up on everything and Tara is a doctor so I really didn't want to have to deal with the questioning from the two of them.

When I walked in, I immediately ran to Happy. Chibs was patching up what appeared to be a bullet graze wound on the side of his head.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked, crossing my arms as I stood in front of him. Moments like this make me wish that our child is a girl cause at least then I won't have to worry about her patching in and getting shot every few weeks like her father.

"Damn wetbacks shot me," he said. "I'm fine baby."

"Fine? Happy, three more inches and it would've killed you," I said.

"But it didn't," he said. I glared at him harshly as I moved to kneel in front of him. I grabbed his hands as he followed me with his eyes, Chibs not allowing much movement of his head at all.

"Hap," I said.

"I know baby," he said. He brought my hands up to his lips and peppered kisses along my knuckles.

We sat like that for a while longer before Happy's head was all patched up.

"Baby," I said as he stood up and pulled his blood soaked shirt off his body.

"Come here," he said, pulling me into his chest.

He rubbed my back for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"Just with everything going on I'd appreciate it if you didn't put me under this kinda stress," I said.

"My apologies," he said, his hands resting under my shirt on the skin of my stomach as a smile grew on my face.

"My god you're pregnant," Gemma said.

I started to laugh a little as Happy nodded.

"How far along?" She asked.

"Just about thirteen weeks," I said.

"Congrats," she said. I thanked her as Happy bro hugged with Tig and Chibs.

"Congrats lass," Chibs said, pulling me into a hug.

I stayed to keep an eye on Happy until they were called into a Church meeting.

"Want me to stick around?" I asked.

"Nah," he said.

"Call me if you aren't sure you can drive," I said.

"It's a minor wound," he said. I glared at him and he kissed my lips.

"I love you baby," he said.

"I love you too Hap."