After the almost assassination of her Sons brother sent shockwaves through the club, Meggie "Pixie" Telford and the Sons are left to pick up the pieces. With ATF on their doorstep, the League of American Nationalists wanting to make advances and Jax...
Pixie gave a small groan at her stiff muscles as she opened her eyes, waking up and looking straight into Happy's own sleepy brown pair. Happy was laying on his back, propped up a little on the pillows as he smoked, and Pixie had her head on his chest with Happy's arm around her. Her knees were brought up against her torso facing away from Happy with the green blanket ruffled around her.
"You okay?" Happy asked after hearing the little grunt from Pixie, watching her become more awake, stretching her legs a little.
"Mmhm, just achy, where's J?" Pixie asked, realising he wasn't in the bed with them.
"Went for a shower, had to prise your hand off his arm." Happy answered with a rumbling chuckle.
"Sorry, I get a little clingy in my sleep." Pixie explained, studying Happy's face. He had a cut bottom lip and a bruise on his cheek, both from the round he'd done with Pixie, and she felt a little twinge of guilt for hurting one of her best friends and closest brothers.
"S'cute." Happy responded, stubbing out the cigarette in the black ashtray on the oak bedside table.
"How are you feeling?" Pixie asked him, sitting up to stretch her back and arms. Happy shrugged nonchalantly and sat up too, watching Pixie. When Pixie didn't get a verbal reply, she turned around and poked Happy's side. "Hey, you just got up, you can't possibly have filled your word count already." Pixie teased. "Gimme an answer." she prompted, tugging Happy's arm.
"I'm fine." Happy chuckled, playfully batting Pixie off him.
"Boo. That's a weak answer!" Pixie chided, giggling when Happy tried to push her away but she clung onto his arm, instead.
"Exuberant." Happy said in mock exasperation. "Happy?"
"No, Pixie." Pixie giggles turned into laughter as Happy tickled her.
"Pest." Happy teased. "Too much energy, go stretch." He ordered, pointing for Pixie to get off the bed.
"No, you." Pixie argued, grinning. Happy scooped Pixie up from the bed into his arms and turning so he was holding Pixie off the edge of the bed.
"Up or I'll drop you." Happy warned, he couldn't help but smile at Pixie's mischievous face.
"Fine." Pixie pouted, wriggling upright and sliding off the bed. "Squidward." She added once she was out of grabbing range. Happy chuckled and launched one of the pillows at Pixie, getting her in the side.
"Brat." He retorted. Pixie stuck her tongue out at Happy, then moved the chair that was against the far wall next to the dresser, tucked her pink pyjama shirt with the caption "GRL PWR" into the grey and black pyjama pants she had on and put her forearms down on the carpet next to the skirting board before doing a headstand against the wall, stretching her back and core muscles. From her upside-down position, she saw Juice coming out of the bathroom in dark blue jeans, white socks and was midway through pulling on a black t-shirt when he paused and looked at Pixie with confusion.
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