Sic'em Killa

My woman

Taya:

Happy's hand wrapped around my throat. I gasped and leaned into his hold. He wasn't hurting me. Wasn't squeezing. Just holding. Without warning, he yanked me down and locked his lips to mine. My hands fisted in his shirt as he deepened the kiss. When his tongue slid passed my lips, I purred happily, and sucked it into my mouth. The kiss went on and on until my toes curled inside of my boots and my heart was racing. I knew what this was. Happy had claimed me. Right here, in front of my family, Happy laid a public claim on me so clear that you couldn't possibly mistake it. And I was more than ok with that. When we broke apart, I swayed where I sat, eyes still closed, savoring his taste. "Hap, that's my daughter ya know.." Clay said with a grimace. "Might be your daughter, but she's my woman." Happy growled and tugged me fully into his lap. I giggled and went willingly.

Bobby:
We all knew this day would come. As tough as Taya is, I knew that there was a man out there somewhere who could get passed her walls. Turns out, that man was Happy Lowman. I smiled to myself. They were good for each other. Both of'em were buckets of crazy. But still good for each other nonetheless. Tig cringed. "This shit is gonna be apocalyptic." He pointed between the two. "That's too much crazy for one couple." He finished with a shudder. "Congrats you two, now go on and unleash that unholy terror on the world." Chibs snorted. Happy looked proud as a peacock, chest puffed out and sitting tall. He cradled Taya close, keeping her surrounded. And Taya, well Taya was fucking glowing.