Part 15

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Six months had flew by since Natasha had given birth to the baby and in that time, both her and Happy had moved out of Tig's house and brought their own place since they are managing to co-parenting perfectly in which Happy had insisted that he would help out with the bills and Natasha couldn't say much about it because whenever she did, Happy would force her to accept the money. Since the two has been living together, there has been no romantic feelings involved but they have become even closer which has much surprised to the club as they  were quite close already but that didn't stop them from having hope that they would get together at some point.

Although the two have been managing with looking after the baby, Gloria found every way possible to help out however she could alongside Gemma and the club whenever they weren't busy but naturally since Gloria had more time on her hands, she has been a massive help — going as far as looking after the baby for the day so Happy and Natasha could have some times to themselves and today happens to be day when Gloria would have the baby all to herself leaving Natasha to deal with laundry duties when Happy trailed inside the house before getting comfortable on the couch while the female stood in front of the coffee table folding the clothes in the washing basket.

"What's wrong with you? Something going on with the club?" Natasha softly questioned, when she noticed an troubled look on the male's face from the spot she is currently stood at.

"There's nothing to worry about — it's just stupid that's all." Happy shrugged

"No! I'm not letting you do that with me, Grumpy! We're a team, remember? And being a team involves being able to talk to each other about things so tell me what's going on." Natasha demanded with there still being a softness in her voice while she stopped folding laundry and placed herself next to Happy on the couch.

"Since finding about the baby and how that arsehole had managed to get your pregnant with my sperm, I haven't been able to have sex with any of the crow eaters or anyone else for that matter. All I can do with the whores is look at them because I'm too scared that something like this will happen again and I'm not saying I'm not glad that we share a son together because I am really happy that you gave birth to my son but I can't go through the pain of how we had gotten Archie again. I can't stop thinking about you being in that place and all the torture you went through." Happy explained with his eyes showing more of an sadden expression.

"Oh Grumpy! I'm so sorry you are going through this pain — if I could take it all away, I would without a second's thought. You don't deserve anything of this and I know this is cliche but time heals wounds and within time, you'll be able to have sex again." Natasha spoke, with a comfort while she had taken Happy's hands in hers.

"Putting this crap to one side, I'm glad that you're the mother of my child though — you're doing an amazing job and I wouldn't want to do this parent stuff with anyone else. You make it possible for me to believe that I'm good enough to be someone's father. Couldn't have done it without you." Happy commented with one of his rare smiles leaving the female to melt at his kind words

As a result of Happy's comment, tears began to roll down Natasha's face leaving her to say, "That's shit right there is one of the best things anyone has ever said to me, if not the best. I can't begin to express how much I love hearing those words coming out of your mouth and how much I'm grateful for you too. You're a amazing man and I'm glad that you opened up your heart to me."

Looking each other in the eyes, Happy removed one of his hands from Natasha's before taking to her face to remove the tears on her cheeks leaving her to slightly lean in on his touch before she realised about the lie she had told him a few months ago leaving a wash of shock to appear on her face causing the male to notice the expression her face causing him to furrow his brows.

"I need to tell you something — something I have lied to you about." Natasha spoke quickly leaving the male to wonder what is going on.

"Tell me what?" Happy asked, continuing to look at the female sat next to him.

"When I came home after managing to get out of that bunker, I had told you that when I made that phone call about your mother, I had just got battered for it but that wasn't the only thing he did to me. When he had finished beating the crap out of me, that man had dragged me into one of the rooms in that place before burning me on the thigh with his lighter to the point where it has left a scar, in which he had told me that if I pulled something like that again, he would burn my vagina off instead of going for the thigh again. I didn't want to tell you because you were already feeling guilty and I know you would end up feeling worse about it and I already hate how you blamed yourself — how you probably still blame yourself." Natasha explained, searching the male's face for an reaction

"I already know what had happened when you made that call — he kept sending the club videos and photos of some of the things he did to you so that's how I know about what had happened that day. I didn't say anything because I wanted to help you move on from that shit, not let you continue to feel like shit about what happened" Happy stated

"So you ain't pissed at me for not telling you?"

"There's no reason to be pissed off at you — not like I could ever be pissed off at you anyhow."

Smiling at the male, Natasha placed a kiss on the male's cheek before slightly lifting up his right arm and tucking herself against the side of Happy's chest and wrapping her arms around his waist in the process, causing his arm to drop over her shoulders while Happy placed his head on top of hers. The two had stayed in that position until the morning when it was time to deal with day, due to them falling asleep like that and only for Gloria to notice when she had dropped off the baby about an hour or two after they had gotten into that position.

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