Amour

XIII

My eyes were heavy and I could feel two people gripping my hands within theirs. I could hear them speaking but my brain was fuzzy. I blinked my eyes open slowly and squeezed the hands I was holding making both voices stop talking. "Mom?" I asked as my vision cleared.

"Hi baby. How do you feel?" She asked running her hand over my cheek.

"Sore. Can I get some water?" I asked.

Mom nodded and gave my hand one last squeeze before heading out. I turned to Happy. "You saved me..." I said quietly.

Happy didn't say anything but it looked as if any second he was going to break down. Happy rarely ever shed a tear but his eyes were red and puffy. I opened up my arms for him and he took a deep breath before leaning into me. He buried his head in my chest and held me close. "I couldn't protect you.." He said softly.

"You can't blame yourself mon amour. This is not your fault. We are both here now and that's what matters... After you were thrown from the bike, I honestly thought you were dead Happy. But when I saw your face in that warehouse I knew everything would be okay. Just because you were there. Je t'aime mon roi. You're my hero." I whispered.

"WHERE'S MY SISTER?!" I heard a male voice scream.

My eyes widened in surprise as Happy shot up recognizing the voice the same time I did. Darryl stormed into my room as my mom and Chibs appeared behind him. "You." Darryl snarled at Happy.

Happy stood protectively beside me glaring at my brother. "Leave." Happy demanded.

"You don't fucking listen do you?! I fucking told you my sister was too good for some biker trash and she'd get hurt and it would be your fucking fault. My sister is NOT going to continue to be a biker whore. She deserves better than you can EVER give her you piece of shit." Darryl snarled at Happy.

I decided to speak up then. "Don't speak to him like that." I glared at him. "This wasn't his fault at all. I refused to bang my boss, so he had me fucking kidnapped. This had NOTHING to do with Happy or the club. You have no right. NO goddamn right to speak to him that way do you understand me?" I yelled at my little brother.

"You need to leave." Happy told him lowly.

"Like fuck I'm leaving." Darryl snarled back just as lowly.

My husband and my baby brother were now at a standoff and I sighed. "How did you even find out Darryl?" I asked.

He looked at me surprised. "I-I..." He stuttered. I shot him a dark look expecting an answer. "One of the women at Teller-Morrow. Tara, I think." He told me.

"Why were you at TM?" I demanded.

"I saw Fiona at the bar. She told me you went to Charming... Wasn't hard to figure out you went back to... him." Darryl said begrudgingly.

"You need to leave." I whispered turning my head toward Happy.

"Cal..."

"She told you to leave Darryl. Think it's high time you respect her wishes." Happy told him stepping so he hid my face behind him reaching down to lay a hand on my hip.

Darryl sighed but respected me and left quietly without a fight. Mom came and sat down beside me sitting my cup of water beside me. "Are you ever going to forgive him baby?" Mom asked.

"No. I don't think I will." I replied. "I want to have a nap. Can you guys all leave please." I asked.
"Sure baby..." Mom replied softly.

She kissed my cheek and left leaving Happy and I alone. "Want me to leave?" He rasped softly kneeling beside my bed, stroking my hair.

I shook my head no. Happy leaned in and kissed my head. "Would you ever forgive someone if they did what Darryl did to me?" I asked him.

"No... I probably wouldn't." He answered.

I nodded relieved that I wasn't just being a bitch. "Veux-tu coucher avec moi?" I mumbled sleepily. Happy cocked an eyebrow down at me but it was too late, I had already drifted off to sleep.

Three Days Later

"Well Mrs. Lowman, looks like we can send you home. Everything is healing beautifully and as long as you wear the full brace on your leg and the walking boot, you're free to move around. Take the tylenol three's as needed but no more than twice a day. Call if you have any issues and we will see you in a week to check your surgical sites and start your physical therapy." The doctor handed me some papers and I signed then quickly as my mom laid out the clothes Happy brought me.

We agreed Mom would drive me to the clubhouse while Happy would follow us. I grabbed the loose pants, sliding them up over my brace as Happy helped me slid into one of the oversized tee shirts I stole from him years ago. He snickered a little when he saw it but otherwise didn't say anything. The hospital insisted I leave in a wheel chair so begrudgingly Mom helped me into one as Happy pushed me around.

We got out to Mom's car where Happy help me stand pulling me into his arms. He hugged me tightly before pulling away to grasp my cheeks in his palms. He pressed a searing kiss to my lips before speaking. "You and I are going to curl up in bed so I can just hold my wife when we get back. You can visit and talk to everyone later."

I nodded agreeing with him and he kissed me once more before helping me into the car. "I love you mon amour." I told him softly through the open passenger side window.

"I love you too Cal." He rasped back.

He walked away toward his bike and mom turned to smile at me. "I'm so proud of you Callie."

"Pourquoi?" I asked.

"Parce que tu es herureux." She said softly. "C'est pourquoi je suis fier."

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Veux-tu coucher avec moi? - Will you lay with me?

Pourquoi? - Why?

Parce que tu es herureux. - Because you are happy.

C'est pourquoi je suis fier. - That's why I'm proud.