In the stillness of the hospital room, the steady beep of the heart monitor played a comforting rhythm, a testament to the resilience of life within me. Happy sat by the bedside, his presence a steady anchor in the storm that had become our lives. His hand found mine, enveloping it with warmth and strength, a silent vow of protection and love.
The hours melded into each other, the passage of time marked only by the changing of the guard outside my door and the intermittent visits from the medical staff. Each time I stirred, groggy and disoriented, Happy was there, his voice a soothing balm, recounting tales of the road, of freedom, and of a future we would build together.
"When you're better, we're going to take that trip up the coast, just you, me, and the bike," he whispered during one of those moments, a smile playing on his lips. "We'll show our little one the ocean, the redwoods... a whole world of firsts, waiting just for them."
The thought sparked a flicker of joy within me, a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty. Our child, a symbol of our love, would be born into a world of complexities, of dangers and beauty, of chaos and peace. Yet, in Happy's words, I found a promise of protection, of a life fiercely guarded and cherished.
Eventually, the doctor deemed my condition stable enough for visitors, and one by one, the members of SAMCRO filed in, their rugged faces softening at the sight of me awake. Jax, the president, stepped forward first, his blue eyes sincere as he spoke.
"We're all here for you, Marisol. You're family now, and there's nothing we wouldn't do for one of our own," he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.
The room filled with murmurs of agreement, a chorus of rugged voices that pledged allegiance and support. Gemma, the queen of this tight-knit family, approached, her gaze piercing yet filled with a warmth I hadn't seen before.
"You've got a strength in you, girl, that much is clear. You're going to be a great mother," she stated, a hint of respect coloring her tone. "And don't worry about the world outside; we'll keep it at bay. This child will be born into a family that knows no bounds when it comes to protecting its own."
Their words, their promises, wove a tapestry of safety around me, a shield against the uncertainties and dangers that lay beyond the hospital walls. As I looked around the room, at the faces of those who had become my family, I felt a surge of gratitude and determination.
"We're going to get through this," I said, my voice steady, bolstered by the strength of the people around me. "Together."
As night fell, the room emptied, leaving Happy and me in the quiet. He pulled his chair closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent sentinel in the dark.
"We've got a future to fight for, Marisol. You, me, and our little one. And there's nothing in this world that can stop us when we stand together," he said, his voice a low rumble filled with conviction.
In that moment, with his hand clasped in mine, I believed him. Despite the chaos, the danger, and the uncertainty that lay ahead, we had something worth fighting for—a family, a future, a love that would endure.
And as I drifted off to sleep, comforted by Happy's presence, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, as a family, bound by love, loyalty, and a promise of protection that would never waver.
AN
short chapter till I can remember my plans for this book im gonna cap it off at around 15 chapters
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The Killer Bartender | sons of anarchy
Hayran Kurgu|Happy Lowman x OC| Marisol Galindo has spent her whole life working for her father but after he marriage goes south she decides to walk away from that life and move to Charming. However after a year there she discovers her estranged half brother ha...
