Killers Never Die

Samuel Jacob Trager

"Have you picked out a name yet?" Tig asked as he looked at his niece's large stomach. "Sam." she sighed running her hand over her stomach. "He called yet?" Tig asked and she shook her head.

Tig came to Oakland to visit her every two weeks and make sure she was doing okay. She was still pissed at Happy and neither of them were going to give in and apologize yet. They were both too stubborn.

"I better head back, we've got a run tomorrow." he sighed and kissed her forehead. "See ya, Tigger." she mumbled as she nestled herself on the couch and relaxed.

Two weeks later when Tig made his visit he was happily surprised to find his niece holding a baby when he walked in. "If you'd stayed a little longer you could've been there." she said with a smile. "Any uh, problems?" Tig asked and she shrugged. "I don't want to talk about that." she murmured and held the baby out to him. "Hey, little man." Tig cooed at the baby. "You're a spittin' image of your dad, but you sure do have your momma's eyes. Makes you look good, you're gonna get so much pussy one day, little man." Tig chuckled and Tyler hit him.

"I haven't gotten to shower yet, you think you could watch him for a little bit?" Tyler asked and Tig nodded as he sat down and Tyler hurried away.

Moments later, Georgia walked in. "Hey, Tig." she said smiling softly. "Hey, doll." he smiled back, barely tearing his eyes away from the infant. "She have any problems?" Tig asked, knowing this was the only way to get the truth. "They almost lost them both. She ended up going unconscious so they cut him out of her and saved him, and she was practically dead but you know how she is about dying." Georgia explained. "Christ." Tig sighed. "He any closer to giving in?" Georgia asked. "Not yet, maybe if I tell him about the kid. What about her?" Tig asked.

"Stares at a picture of him all night 'til she passes out. Just like last time." Georgia shrugged. Tyler soon returned and glared at the pair. "I wish you guys wouldn't do that. Happy and I are not getting back together, and Sam won't have that man in his life until he is old enough to decide for himself." Tyler growled as she took her son from Tig's arms. "You should go, Tigger." she muttered before stalking back to her room.

When Tig got back to the clubhouse, Happy was waiting at the bar for Tig's report that he gave every two weeks after visiting Tyler. "She had the kid. Both of them nearly died. His name is Sam and he looks just like you except he's got her big green eyes." Tig said and Happy did the same thing he always did, nodded and walked out to his bike to go for a ride.

Happy and Tyler each hated being apart from the other, but neither could swallow their pride and apologize. When they both lost their temper it was a one hundred percent guarantee that neither one would give up first. They were both hard headed, but as much as they were hard headed, they were so in love. They both had the other being watched, just to make sure they were safe. Happy didn't want to know anything about her as long as she stayed safe. Tyler was the same way. Neither of them wanted to know who the other was sleeping with, just that they were alright.

And it stayed that way until Sam's first birthday. Tig showed up with more than one present for the child. Not only did he bring a toy motorcycle, but he brought the child's father. When Tyler saw who was standing in her living room with her uncle, she narrowed her eyes into a harsh glare and picked up her child before stalking off into her bedroom. "I've got him." Georgia sighed as she walked in. "Thank you." Tyler muttered and walked back out to the living room.

"Hey, Tigger." she forced out through gritted teeth. "Come on, Ty. Stop doing this, he deserves to know Sam and Sam deserves to know him." Tig sighed. "I told him the day I left that he wouldn't come back into my child's life when he finally decided he was ready to be a father." Tyler sneered and Happy let out a small sigh. Tyler felt like trembling at the sight of Happy but she knew she had to stay strong.