After thanking Gemma and Nero for their help and especially for paying enough attention to Cassie's behavior, Happy told them it was fine if they wanted to go home since he was here now and would take care of his family, he was still wondering where Opie was though. Checking the nursery to see if Callum, which he couldn't wait to spend some time with later, was still asleep, he grabbed the baby monitor and headed back into the bedroom where Cassie was sitting on the bed watching his every move until he finally joined her and sat down, placing the monitor on the bedside table. He could clearly still see the shock in her eyes, but also relief. Big relief.

“I want to know how”, he rasped, his eyes fixed on hers. When she started to nervously fiddle with the blanket, he took one of her hands into his. “There's no reason to be nervous, little girl.”

It might sound silly, but she flinched at his touch, as if she was still afraid of hallucinating. The fact that Happy was really here after James assured her that he was dead still did something to her, making her feel like she was slowly going crazy. Still, she slipped her fingers between his and closed her eyes for a moment, her face twisted in pain as yesterday's emotions surged back up. The unbearable pain she had felt since yesterday would still be stuck with her bones for a while.

“Pills and Alcohol. I knew this way I wouldn't leave a mess”, she replied to his question, her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, especially since she still had left a mess for Nero and Gemma to clean up. “But Nero found me in time and well, saved my depressed ass. Not that I wanted to be found though.”

“Don't stay shit like that, Cassie”, the SAA warned, squeezing her hand maybe a little too hard out of worry, but she didn't even flinch.

Her head shot up, her bright blue eyes meeting his dark ones, desperation lingering in her own. “What did you expect, Happy? That I was going to cry for a day and then be all happy again?”

“No”, he grunted, shaking his head at her question. “But you would have been happy again. Look at Lyla, she's even taken again.”

Not that he would've wanted his Old Lady in a new relationship right away, he would've turned in his grave if that would've happened. But he would have preferred that a thousand times over to having her lying next to him in a grave.

“Don't compare me to Lyla. I know how much she suffered after Ope's death but that's different, Happy. You're the person I trust the most since almost ten years, I⸺ I'd be lost without you and you know that”, she stuttered and ran her free hand through her knotted, brown hair, swallowing. “I just wanted to be with you.”

Happy watched new tears streamed down her face and quickly wiped them away with the back of his fingers, sighing to himself. He hated to see her like this, especially when she was crying because of him or over him. If he had been in Cassie's place and had received the news that she was dead, he didn't know how he would have reacted. He wouldn't have tried to kill himself, he probably would've slowly let the alcohol do it by drowning himself in it. Then he would probably also have become quite insane and would have turned his grief into anger and frustration. Which would've given his nickname a whole new meaning.

“I need you to promise me something, little girl”, he told her in a serious tone, forcing her to look at him by lifting her chin.

“And what's that?”, she asked meekly, slipping her fingers out of his only to be able to wrap her arms around his waist after she straddled him, wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible to him. Oh, she'd be clingy as hell the next few weeks.

“If something really happens to me, I want you to stay strong for Callum. He needs at least one of us, do you hear me?”, he asked sternly, gently grabbing her face.

Just because he sounded stern and had a scolding tone didn't mean he didn't understand her decision. He could imagine how Cassie must have felt and her usually cheerful, bubbly personality couldn't handle too much loss, pain and grief. It's not for nothing that she started hurting herself after her father died. She was self confident, strong and could speak up for herself when she had to, and violence wasn't a problem for her either⸺ but negative feelings such as sadness caused her system to crash completely.

“I can't promise that”, the brunette replied quickly with a sad expression.

“I need you to promise me, little girl”, he demanded, his grip a little tighter now. To be at peace of mind, he had to be sure that his fiancee wouldn't do something like that again.

“I'm sorry..I can't.” Shaking her head slowly, she let out a shaky breath and leaned her forehead against his, her hands resting on his bare chest where she could feel his scars on her palms that those three men inflicted on him a while ago. The memories of this day still fucked with her mind and gave her nightmares. “Could you promise me not to do anything stupid if it were me?”

A low growl vibrated from his throat as he again got no promise out of her. But when she then asked him if he could promise her, he grunted in response and closed his eyes, letting his lips ghost over hers.

“See”, she whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as his lips brushed hers and the next moment he wrapped her in a longing, passionate kiss which she returned without hesitation. The brunette didn't think it could feel any better than it already did, but this kiss was different. Probably because she assumed she'd never feel his lips again, or the way his hands explored her body the way they were doing right now. Her tongue slipped between his lips and was met by his own, whereupon both let out a pleasant sigh. One of his hands buried itself in her hair, which was still slightly knotted. His beard scratched her chin, but she didn't mind at all. On the contrary, she could really get used to it if he would keep his beard like that, which he had been doing for the last few months anyway.

The brunette's breathing hitched in her throat after he broke the kiss and placed open-mouthed kisses all over her neck, her body arching on his lap.

The salty taste of her dried tears that had earlier trickled down her throat hit his tongue as he slid it over her soft skin, drawing a moan from her. Her soft whimpers and moans caused a bump to form in his sweatpants, which was the only thing he had put on after the shower he had taken earlier.

The rest happened quickly and in just a few seconds Cassie was beneath him after he stripped off her oversized shirt and threw it on the floor. After hastily pushing his sweatpants down his legs, he spread her legs with his knee and lowered himself between them, his hand next to her head while the other wrapped one of her legs around his waist, his fingers buried deep in her thigh.

“Push it aside”, he ordered with an excited growl and looked at her panties, which were the only thing between them. Her wetness was already glistening through the lace fabric and made his cock twitch at the sight.

Sex was the last thing on some people's minds in such situations, but Happy, like Cassie, now needed that closeness more than ever. She had to feel that he was really there and vice versa as well. Also, she just gave birth two weeks ago, yet she wasn't bleeding anymore. The doctor assured her once again that it was different with every woman and that it was rare but normal that she wasn't bleeding anymore. [yes, that's actually possible, I got the informations before, lol.]

A throaty moan escaped her throat after she pushed her panties aside and Happy entered her with a quick, hard thrust. However, this time he wasn't rough and merciless as usual, but almost careful and gentle. She loved having sex with him and the way his rough nature almost brought tears to her eyes out of pure pleasure every time, but this was just as beautiful on so many other levels. The slow pace and deeper thrusts made her body tremble beneath him. Her hands wandered back from his chest until they finally rested on his back, her fingertips slowly sliding down his skin, eliciting a low growl from him. Not once did either of them break eye contact, which made everything feel even more intense.

He was able to keep up the slow pace for a while, but eventually his thrusts grew harder and more demanding as he gazed down at her. Her beauty would bring any man to his knees and he was damn proud to be able to call a woman like her his Old Lady, soon even wife.

The noises she made because of him only spurred him on to keep pleasuring her. He closed his lips around her hard nipple and swirled his tongue around it, twisting the other bud between his fingers, A smirk formed on his face as she arched her back and slid her long nails down his back making him grunt into the kiss.

With a pop, he let her nipple slip out of his lips and kissed his way up to her chest, then to her shoulder and then up to her neck until he reached her plump lips. She immediately put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head closer to kiss him, although both had to break the kiss after a moment to get a gulp of air.

“I'm..close, keep..going..”, she moaned out between her breaths, feeling her orgasm coming closer and closer as he kept pounding into her at a slow pace but all the harder.

All of a sudden, he stopped in his tracks and licked his lips, looking down at his woman. “Not until you promise me, little girl”, he rasped against her lips.

“That's not fair”, she whined out, yet she didn't think about promising him such a thing. Greedily, she moved her pelvis towards him, her fingertips continued to run over his back. 

“I don't care if it's fair or not”, he grunted, giving another hard thrust that made her moan, but he wanted to hear her louder.

“Happy!”, she cried out from beneath him, looking at him through half closed eyes before she started to nibble on his earlobe. “Please don't make me promise such a thing ”, she pleaded in a whisper, looking up at him with pure innocence in her eyes.

The thing was, in some twisted way, he did find it romantic that she wanted to be with him after she got the news, which showed once again how fucked up both of them actually were. No wonder they were the perfect match for each other. But he needed her word, he needed to know that if anything should ever happen to him that she was safe.

His rough hand cupped her chin, the other propped up beside her head as he paused his thrusts and looked at her breathlessly, his chest heaving.

“I need to hear it, Cas. It's two simple words”, he whispered, making sure to lock eyes with her, his lips always close to hers.

For a long moment they both just looked at each other. Happy would stay stubborn and she knew it. If that was his biggest wish, to have peace of mind, then she would just promise him that he was dying to hear.

“Fine”, she hummed with a faint smile and snuggled her body against his, sighing contentedly at the feel of his bare skin against hers, her arms now again snaked around his neck. “I promise, baby. But I want you to promise me something, too.”

After she finished her words, he grunted in satisfaction and let go of her chin, allowing that hand to travel down between her breasts to her womanhood.

“Good girl”, he praised her, stealing a kiss from her lips before starting to work on her clit, making her moan again. “What do you want me to promise?”

Cassie's breath was trembling with excitement and sheer pleasure and it felt like a thousand little electric shocks were being sent through her body while his thumb circled over her clit, bringing her closer to her climax.

“T⸺the..same..”, she breathed out, her lips slightly parted as moan after moan left her throat, especially as he began thrusting into her again, hard and assertively. “That you don't lose yourself should anything ever happen to me.”

His breathing quickened the more merciless his thrusts became. A light film of sweat slowly appeared on his skin. His eyes dark as the night as he looked down at the brunette squirming beneath him, begging him to let her come.

“I promise”, he growled against her lips and smashed his onto hers. He felt a tug in his crotch, his cock pulsing inside her as her warm walls closed tightly around him. “Cum for me, little girl.”

It didn't take more than these words and this demanding look that made her melt under his touch and made her knees go weak. She rode out her orgasm after she came loudly, his cock covered in her juices.

In order to get him to climax as well, while he pressed her into the mattress with his weight with each thrust, she scratched his back lightly and ran the tip of her tongue down his neck, something she knew was driving him crazy in a good way.

“That's it, baby”, she moaned into his ear, shuddering as he came deep inside her with an animalistic growl. Out of breath, he leaned his forehead against hers.

After a moment, when both of them had some air back in their lungs, he rolled next to her and pulled her tightly against him, his arms wrapped protectively around her while she practically clung to him and looked up at him, again with that heartbreaking look that made his own heart ache.

“Don't ever do this to me again”, she mumbled, snuggling against him even closer. Carefully, she ran her fingertips over all the injuries that were plastered all over his face, sucking in a sharp breath. “Alone for that they all deserve to die”, she huffed, her heartbreaking look replaced by a disgusted one.

“They are dead, little girl”, he gave her a small smile, grabbed her wrist and took her hand away from his face to press a kiss against her palm. “Except for one that I'll take care of later.”

“You're careful and you don't go alone, understand? Or else I'm not letting you leave this house”, she said sternly, looking straight into his eyes.

Her scolding tone made him smirk. Others would say he was pussy whipped for not putting her in her place when she talked to him like this, but he knew she was just worried. And if he was honest, he loved her sassy side even if it drove him mad sometimes.

“James is coming with me. Does that sound good enough, woman?”, he asked with a teasing smirk, running his fingers through her hair.

“It does. Still worried though”, she muttered, yet she was satisfied with his answer. Even though she didn't want him to leave again, she knew it wasn't her place to force him to stay. That guy had to die and Cassie knew Happy was the one that needed to do it.

“I'll be back before you know it”, he grumbled, enjoying the moment of silence with her in his arms. Fact was⸺ if Jax wouldn't have been able to get Lin to help them, he would be actually dead now. But the worst part was that Cassie probably would've tried another suicide attempt and for that he would make Jeffrey suffer in ways that were even new for him.

“You better are”, she whispered. Her eyelids grew heavy once again since she was still exhausted from the overdose and all the crying since yesterday. “I love you, Happy.”

He looked down at her, smiling to himself when he saw that she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. “I love you too, little girl. Get some sleep.”

And after she actually fell asleep only moments later, still clinging to him, he allowed himself to relax a little and stay with her in bed for a moment longer. Jeffrey could wait a little longer. More important was that his Old Lady felt safe and was able to get some sleep.