happy lowman and the absolute diva that bosses him around
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Hap knew he was fucked from the second they all walked in the door. Dirty boots leave tiny crumbs of dried mud, and the few other men who had been on the run with him mumble confused words to each other.
Why the fuck is Happy Lowman’s house so…put together?
Everything is brown toned, and clean, and it smells absolutely wonderful. Soft, fur blankets cover a tan couch, and the only light on is one warm lighted lamp. There’s animal print towels hanging off the kitchen counters, and plants draping from over the top of them. Nobody even knew he had a goddamn house.
“You into interior design, Hap?” Tig questions from behind him, looking around in quite a bit of wonder with Chibs.
“Just…shut the fuck up, man.” Hap already sounds defeated while he rubs a hand down his face. A door creaks from down the small hallway connected to the living room, and suddenly, a huge ass dog is clomping over to the tall man.
He sighs, and mutters a greeting to the big guy while he bends over to give him a big pat on the side.
“And what the fuck is this, David?” A Jersey accent echoes through the home.
A woman, in a black silk robe and her hair up in rollers, now stands at the entry of the hallway with hands on her hips. Happy snaps right up, and starts walking towards her.
“I know, baby, i’m sorry,” Happy starts to reach out for her, to grab her waist, but when he receives a ‘mhm’ and an unimpressed look, decides not to push it. “Had no other choice, wouldn’t have brought ‘em here if I ain’t have to. You know that.”
He’s pleading basically, while she peaks over his shoulder and looks the men up and down with a mean mug.
“I want them out by noon, latest. And you’re taking Cairo out in the morning.” She disappears back down the hallway, the massive Cane Corso trotting right after.
“Damn, we get you put in the dog house?” Jax grins, arms crossed over his chest and leaning back into the very comfortable couch.
“Nah,” Hap throws his wallet and sunglasses in the catch all bowl sitting on the kitchens island. “Went better than I thought it would.” He’s quick to leave the three men to fend for themselves and walks right down that hallway after her.
She may not have wanted them in her house, but being the good host she is, still cooks up a delicious breakfast.
The men wake up to the smell wafting through the house and find her back in that silk robe with a cigarette dangling from her lips. There’s perfectly cooked eggs, french toast in the pan, and crispy bacon.
They stand there awkwardly, watching her grab plates out of one of the cabinets. She spots the three, and after setting her glass dish-ware on the counter, waves a hand with pretty manicured french tips to the bar stools at the island.
“Well, are you going to sit down?”
As the three clamber to sit, the door leading into their backyard swings open and in comes Happy, yawning, with that big dog weaving through his feet.
“Hi, baby,” She mutters when the dog patters over to her feet and nudges against her knees. “You missed your daddy, huh, Cairo? My sweet baby, he’s such a good boy,”
Cairo gets a couple pieces of scrambled egg and sausage, the spoiled boy he is, before the rest is separated onto plates with powder sugar dusted french toast and fresh fruit.
“Eat and get out of my house.” She pushes the last plate in front of Jax, who sat the closest to the fridge, before leading Cairo to his bowl full of nothing but the best possible options. Sometimes, Hap thinks that dogs groceries are more expensive than theirs, with all that raw shit.
“Get me a water.” Happy speaks up for the first time that morning, at least outside of their bedroom. She remains right next to her baby, doesn’t even glance up.
“Uh, sweetheart,” Jax starts with a mouthful of french toast after they all sit in a minute of awkward silence. “I think your old man’s asking for a water.”
“Oh,” She scoffs, leaning against the island, and pointing to the fridge. “My man doesn’t talk to me like that. Get him a goddamn water blondie.”
The rest of the breakfast is as awkward as you’d assume. The three stand by the door after they’re all done eating, and pretend like they can’t hear the two talking in the kitchen twenty feet away.
She leans her back against the sink with all six feet of Hap crowding around her.
“David, you know I said I was fine with the club shit as long as you kept it out of my house. You know that, I’ve said that for all seven fucking years of our marriage-“
“Seven years?” Tig can’t help but breathe out under his breath. “I didn’t know he was even goddamned married.”
“I didn’t know he had a house.” Jax responds.
“Hell, nobody knows ‘is name is David.” Chibs exasperated.
“Ain’t ever gonna happen again,” Haps voice interrupts their hushed conversation. “I swear on my life, baby, I swear on yours, it’s a lot more fuckin’ important to me, it ain’t happenin’ again. This was the last option, I swear, it won’t even be an option again. Never again.”
His big tattooed hands cup her face as gently as possible while she pouts up at him all pretty.
“David,” She starts again, gently and sweetly, pushing up against his chest, and wrapping around his waist. “If I ever see another reaper that doesn’t belong to you in this house…near my baby…you will never see the light of day again.”
Jax decides to lead himself and the other two men outside after that.
