36 Hours

36 hours.

That's how long ago your water broke and your old man, just getting in from another late one, had to get up from barely 30 minutes of sleep to rush you to St. Thomas.
It was now 3pm the following day, Gemma had been in your room more than she had been anywhere else and the guys had trickled in periodically to check on you. The hospital staff knew better than to tell any of them they weren't allowed in of course, and Happy hadn't left your side since you got there.

"Hey darlin', how's the little mini-killer coming along?" Gemma had just walked in and was standing beside your bed, her painted fingers stroking some of your sweat-matted hair away from your forehead.

"Stubborn, of course, like his damn father," you groaned, while Happy, who was in the hospital bed beside you grunted his disapproval in your statement, his eyes barely open and his face completely void of energy. He wasn't supposed to be on the bed with you, but as it were, the hospital staff was afraid to reprimand any of SAMCRO, especially Happy.

"Hap, when's the last time you got any sleep?" Gemma questioned, raising an eyebrow at the tattooed biker.
You could tell he was trying to do the math, but his sleep deprived brain wasn't processing quickly enough, so you responded for him, "He got in right as my water broke night before last... I don't think he slept while I did last night... So his last nights sleep was two days ago..." you looked at your old man, stroking his tattooed arm with your free hand as he held your other.

"Jesus Christ," Gemma hissed towards Happy, "Go get some rest, Hap. Go home or to the clubhouse. Hell I'm sure if you asked Tara she would let you crash on the couch in her office... I'll stay here with (Y/N). You need to sleep honey."

Happy tensed beside you, it was obvious he took issue with something Gemma said, "I can't miss it," he rasped, sitting up a bit to look at the Biker Queen.

"Happy Lowman you look terrible, go get some rest. Seriously."

"Gemma I'm not leaving (Y/N) alone while I go sleep. I'm not," he spat back at her, the two glared at each other for a while before you broke the silence.

"Happy, go find Tara please? I want you to have at least SOME energy when Mini-killer gets ready to come," you pleaded with him and he shook his head again.

"I'll sleep right here beside you if I have to, but I'm not leaving."
Happy was steadfast.

You peered up at Gemma who, although obviously irked at not getting her way, wore a proud smile on her face.
"Well if I'm not needed I'll be going, call me if anything changes. You sure you're alright sweetheart?" She asked once more and you nodded, smiling at the tall dark headed woman, "Hap," she called to the man laying beside you and he looked towards the door to meet her eyes, "Take care of her," she ordered and he smiled.
"Yes ma'am."

He wrapped an arm around you, leaning his head against your shoulder and soon his shallow breaths turned into light snoring, keeping his promise of never leaving your side.