One more tattoo

Daddy Dearest

***Warning adult content and vulgar language. Thanks for all the support.***
***3 months later***
Things had been going pretty smoothly with Happy, and I. The club hasn't been harassed by anyone looking for my father, and everything was dying down going back to normal. I walked up to Happy who was sitting at the bar drinking a beer. They were going on a quick gun run and they would be back by the end of the night.
"Don't you have an appointment today?" He asks me putting has hands on my waist. "Yeah we get to find out if it's a boy or a girl." I say smiling I was supper excited. "It's a girl." He says putting his hand on my stomach. "How do you know." I respond slightly blushing. "Just got a feeling." He says with a shrug.
After Happy and the guys leave I start cleaning around the clubhouse with Gemma. "You think you can handle this if I go to the store." Gemma asks me as I tie a trash bag shut. "Yeah I'll be fine." I respond, and Gemma nods and leaves the clubhouse. After about an hour of cleaning and finding things I never should have found I heard the main door open. I turn startled and back up quickly banging against the wall behind me, as a tall man steps in the building. Fear overtakes me as I let the word escape my mouth. "Dad?"
I tried to run but he caught me before I could reach the exit. "Oh look at that you managed to get knocked up." He says angrily and he smacks me across the face I fall to the ground in tears. "Get up you stupid whore!" He yells at me yanking me by my hair up off the ground. I let out a cry of pain as he drags me to a chair, and pushes me onto it. "Sit! And I suggest not moving." I sit on the chair and hold my stomach. "What are you doing here." I ask sternly demanding an answer. "Paying a long due visit to my old biker buddy's." He says with an evil grin stretched across his face. He tells me to keep my mouth shut and walks over to the window. It was 6 o'clock, and the guys would be home any minute this was bad really bad.
I pick my head up as I hear motorcycles pull into the parking lot. I try to stand but my dad runs over and pushes me back down pointing a pistol at my head. Jaz, Chibs, Bobby, and Happy were the first ones to enter the clubhouse. "Happy!" I yell fear clearly in my voice. "Lana!" Happy yells and they all pull there guns out towards my dad. "I wouldn't do that if I where you." My dad says pressing his gun into my temple. "Alright calm down put your gun down." Jax said putting down his gun signaling the rest to do the same. I look aver at Happy who puts his gun down with anger in his eyes. My dad pulls his gun away from my head, and I relax a little more. "Why are the Irish looking for me." My dad asks Jax angrily. "I don't know." Jax answers honestly shaking his head worriedly. My dad turns points his gun at my leg and pulls the trigger. I scream at the pain surging threw my leg, and I fall off the chair onto the floor. Happy pulls his gun and points it at my dad. "Happy no!" Jax yells. "Oh so your the dumbass that knocked her up." My dad sneerers walking next to me. He stares at me and then Happy before turning and kicking me in the stomach as hard as he could. I scream and gasp for air, as I see Happy run at my dad and throws him to the ground punching him as hard as he could. "Happy. Happy!" Jax, and Bobby yell pulling him off as Chibs runs over to my side. Happy gets off my dad and runs over to me and picks me up. Jax and Bobby tie my dad up and duck tape his mouth shut. "Happy... We need... To go to the hospital... Now." I tell him holding my stomach. "Okay, Chibs tell Jax I'm going to the hospital." Happy says picking me up off the floor carrying me bridal style. "Aye but then I'm with you brother." Chibs says patting shoulder.
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***Happy's POV***
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Lana and I had been at the hospital for seven hours and they wouldn't let me see her. I hadn't slept since then and I was exhausted, but there was no way in Hell I was sleeping without seeing her. "Hey brother she alright?" Jax said patting my shoulder I turn to see all the guys in the waiting room "I don't know and they won't let me see her yet." I respond with stress clearly noticeable in my voice. I wasn't one to show weakness but I really cared about Lana and the baby. "It's alright brother she's a strong little lass she will be okay." Chibs was right but I knew she was strong. "Yeah she's strong but what about the baby... Oh shit." I exclaim running my hands over my head. "What?" Bobby asks. "We where supposed to find out if it was a girl or a boy today." I respond letting my head fall into my hands. "Shit!" I exclaim as a nurse walks into the waiting room. She clears her throat. "Excuse me Mr. Lowman may I speak with you please." I stand and walk towards her into an empty hallway. "Is she okay? When can I see her." I ask the nurse demandingly. "She's good expected to make a full recovery and soon she's resting but you can see her now." I smile but it's quickly whipped away. "The baby." I ask frantically. "... She didn't have a chance. With that impact she didn't have a chance." I back up against the wall and run my hands over my head. "Jesus Christ. Did you tell her." I ask trying to hold my emotions in. All I wanted to do was punch a hole in the wall that I was leaning on. "Yes we told her she wanted to have the baby naturals. Everything went fine." I can't believe this is happening right now this is such bullshit. "Alright well can I see her now." I ask the nurse impatiently. "Yes down the hall room 106." She responds.
I walk down the hall and turn into room 106 to see Lana with her knees tucked to her chin. I sit on the bed next to her and rub her shoulder. "Why... is this ...happening to me." She says between sobs and gasps for air. "I don't know but everything is going to be fine." I tell her as I continue rubbing her shoulder. She collapses onto my chest and begins sobbing I hold her close to me to comfort her. Only one thought was going threw my head at that moment... Father or not I was gonna kill that sick bastard.