Happy Lowman Imagines

God Loves Her

Request: Happy imagine based on the song God Loves Her by Toby Keith

You smoothed down your skirt, looking out the window as you poked your fork aimlessly at the food in front of you. Pancakes weren't as appealing once they had been sitting in front of you for two hours.
You knew you were early, but your nerves had become too much for you to bare and you'd arrived at the diner two hours early.
You looked at your watch. 9.17am.
Thirteen minutes and your parents would be here.
You twirled your hair around your finger nervously.
The smell of fresh coffee floated around you and the sound of the music coming from the jukebox in the corner covered the sound of the other patrons talking.
Charming was buzzing with people, all on their way to their jobs, or schools. You loved watching people, imagining the places they were heading, the homes they had come from, the families they had waiting for them.
You liked watching the habits people had but didn't realise they had themselves.
Like how the business man in the suit tapped his leg aimlessly as he walked, or the way the young girl sitting next to her mother chewed at her lip, or the way the biker twirled a toothpick between his lips.
The biker winked at you when he saw you staring at him and you watched as he walked into the diner, heading straight for you.
"Hey little girl." He murmered lowly, an amused look playing in his eyes as he looked over you.
"Happy, you cant be here. You know my parents are coming here today!" You hissed at him, smoothing a hand over the ribbon in your plaited hair.
Happy just smirked at you, a hungry look in his eyes as he studied your body.
You pulled the cardigan tighter around you and narrowed your eyes at him as he slid into the booth next to you.
"Look, Hap, Im serious. They will be here soon!" You hissed, desperate for him to leave.
"I know." He nodded and stared at you with his dark eyes.
You always found yourself lost in his eyes and thats what had drawn you to him in the first place.
He had been intrigued by you.
What was a preachers daughter doing at a bar in the middle of the day?
Your whole life people had always expected you to be the perfect role model, and you had been, for most of your life.
But as you turned older you began to notice how men looked at you, and you had enjoyed it.
Sure, you still loved your family, and your faith was very important to you, but you liked the attention and you didn't want the fact that your father was a preacher to rule your life.
You had rebelled, and you heard the people say you had been baptised in dirty water. you had moved to Charming California the second you turned 21.
Sure, it wasn't the smartest move, Charming wasn't exactly the place to revel in your rebellion. But you had fallen in love with the small town, and the people. And more importantly, you'd fallen in love with Happy Lowman.
His club hadn't understood it. You were a good, religious girl. And he was, well, Happy. He was the Tacoma Killer. And he was in love with a girl like you.
But they hadn't known, and they were surprised by how like them you were.
You drank with them, laughed with them, talked with them. and then you'd go to church every sunday.
You had accepted the club for what it was, and you had a fair idea of what Happy did.
You had always had a thing for bad boys though and he had stolen your heart the moment you met him.
And now, your parents were coming to town.
You were a mess from nerves. They weren't like Happy, not at all. They already thought you were living in the Devils basement when you told them you were living in California. You knew they loved you, but they had always been very overprotective of you.
And now, Happy was here. You knew they wouldn't approve but as you looked at him you realised you didn't care.
Happy was a good man and you loved him, with every part of you. If they couldn't accept that, then they didn't accept you. And really, you were sick of playing the good girl act for them.
You never wore long skirts and cardigans, never had your hair braided with ribbons, so why should you do it for them.
Happy reached his hand to squeeze yours, and you realised you'd been biting your lip.
He could read you like a book and he knew you were nervous. He had debated whether or not to come, but he decided he wanted to meet the man who had raised you. And if he was given the chance, he wanted to ask your father for his blessing. He knew how important your faith was to you and he would respect that. But if they didn't respect your relationship, he would marry you anyway.
"Sweetheart!" You heard the sweet sound of your mothers voice and you flicked your eyes up, smiling at your mother and father, grinning widely at you.
Their smiles fell slightly as they looked at Happy, who sat next to you with his leather kutte on his shoulders.
Happy smiled up at them and stood, reaching his hand out for your father to shake.
Your father eyed you questioningly and you nodded, a frustrated smile on your face.
You slid out of the booth and stood next to Happy, his hand still locked firmly with your fathers.
"Daddy, this is Happy. Happy, this is my father and my mother." You smiled at your parents.
Your mother smiled warmly at the both of you but your father wore a puzzled expression.
"Happy..?" He asked.
Happy nodded. "Lowman. Nice to meet you, sir." Your heart filled with warmth when you heard his raspy voice and you could tell he was really trying to impress your family.
You pressed a kiss to both their cheeks and slid back into the booth, grabbing Happys hand and squeezing it softly.
He flicked you a smile and you smiled back, hoping he knew how much this meant to you.
"How are you, Daddy?" You asked as your parents slid into the seat opposite you.
You saw Happy smirk when you said 'Daddy' and you blushed slightly, hoping your parents wouldn't notice.
Your father didn't respond, he just watched you and Happy carefully,
"We're good, sweetheart. How are you? You look well." Your mother smiled at you.
You nodded, grimacing as you took a sip from the cold coffee in front of you out of habit.
"What is this?" Your father asked flatly, his finger gesturing between you and Happy.
"Daddy," You warned, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
He had never liked any boyfriend you'd had, and Happy was far from any of them.
You opened your mouth to speak but you were cut off by Happy.
"I love your daughter." His voice was low, not threatening.
Your father stared blankly at him for a few seconds before laughing and looking at you.
"You always were a joker, (y/n)" He laughed as he shook his head.
You rolled your eyes and straightened your back.
"This isn't a joke, dad. I love Happy." You told him.
"No. Nope. He is the devil, (y/n). He has sins written all over him. You wont see him again."
You stood, ignoring your father.
You turned to wait for Happy but he sat in his seat, staring at your father.
His face was calm but you could sense his anger.
"Sir I love your daughter. You can't stop me from seeing her. Im going to marry her. I would like your blessing because i know its important to her, but if you cant do that I will marry her anyway. Don't do it for me, do it for your daughter." Happy spoke lowly and your heart leapt at his words, your eyes filling with tears.
Your mother had tears in her eyes too, and she could see the love between you and the outlaw.
"You will not marry my daughter." Your father said calmly. "(y/n) you need to come home with us."
Your father turned to you and you were hurt by his total disregard for your feelings for Happy.
"I wont." You told him as Happy stood up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
"I love (y/n). Im sorry I'm not what you imagined for her, but i will marry her. i will love her for the rest of my days and i will protect her with my life." Happy said and you both turned, walking away from your parents.
You were almost at the door when Happy paused.
He turned back to the table.
"Oh, and sir, you're not the only one she calls Daddy. But believe me, she still spends most nights on her knees." Happy smirked and flashed him an evil wink before he opened the door, dragging you out as your jaw dropped and your face turned red.
You smacked his chest and he chuckled loudly, leading you to his bike.
He passed you his helmet and swung his leg over.
You did the same and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your body against his.
You knew you'd made the rightchoice, you could never be without Happy. He was a part of you now, and if your family couldn't accept seeing you with him then they wouldn't see you at all.
Your parents sat at the diner table, your mother weeping, your father shaking with rage, as they watched their daughter, ride out into the street on the back of an outlaws motorcycle.