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Because we deserve nice things💜😈💜

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I just love and miss them sm 🥺

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One Line

Pairing:: Hank Loza x Reader

Warnings:: pregnancy test, swearing, angsty/fluffy

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Resting against the bathroom sink, I gnawed on my thumbnail anxiously waiting. All I could do was hope and pray for the result I wanted. I didn't tell Hank I was taking the test. I didn't want to tell him until I knew the answer to go along with it.

The timer on my phone went off and I turned to look at the stick. One line. Negative.

Letting out a sigh, I tossed it into the trashcan and stepped out of the bathroom. Hank wouldn't be home for a few more hours. I didn't know how I was going to tell him there was another negative test.

Last time, it was perfect. We tracked my cycle, making sure it was the right time and I was ovulating. We waited and made sure that all of his swimmers were accountable. Did he admit to me a few times that he was going to masturbate in the shower? Yeah, almost every day, but he promised me he didn't.

All of that waiting and planning made that night all the better. He and the club went to Mexico that day. When he got home, I was waiting for him in the bedroom. He nearly pounced on me.

Somehow, it was frenzied and slow at the same time. It was like we were both desperate after waiting so, so long but still took our time when it came to loving each other.

I sat down on the couch and thought about it again. How hard my nails were dug into his back and how he stared down at me the whole time. Other than a fantastic moment between husband and wife, it was for nothing.

By the time Hank got home, he found me curled in a ball in bed. The blankets were completely covering me as I cried quietly.

"Querida, you okay?" he asked. He sat down on the bed beside me and dropped his heavy hand on my back. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

He pulled back the blankets, even though I fought him the whole time. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I kept my eyes squeezed shut as he gently stroked my hair.

"What's going on?" he asked quietly. I shook my head, the tears being forced down my cheeks. He scooped me up and held me against his chest.

Once I was upright, I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his shoulder. I didn't realize how upset I was about another negative test. He shushed quietly and rubbed my back as he rocked slowly.

Despite his hard exterior and his job within the club, he was always gentle with me. He always took care of me and hated seeing me upset. He'd kill for me but after he made sure I was okay.

I sniffled and turned my head to face his neck. Taking in the smell of his kutte and the feeling of him, I exhaled shakily. I always felt safe in his arms.

"I took a test and it was negative again," I whispered. I could feel him let out a heavy sigh and his muscles loosen. "I'm sorry, Hank." I started crying harder, breaking down in my place of safety. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, mi amor," he said, squeezing me a little tighter. "Don't you ever apologize about that, okay?"

He kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back as I lamented into his chest. Pulling me closer, he shushed quietly, trying to get me to calm down.

"What're we doing wrong, Hank?" I asked with a small sob. "Why can't I get pregnant?"

"I don't know, querida," he whispered. "I'll go to the doctor and get one of those tests, see how my boys are swimming." I chuckled a little, beginning to relax. "Okay? We'll figure it out, princesa," he said, kissing my temple again.

I rested my cheek on his shoulder, looking away from him. I could feel myself melting and molding into him as I stayed in his lap. His hand still moving in circles on my back.

"What if there's something wrong with me?" I whispered. "What if I can't have kids and...you...?" He leaned away from me, grabbing my shoulders. He stared down at me, his eyes red.

"Don't," he said. "Don't you finish that sentence. Don't think that...ever." He ran his hand over my hair and held my cheek. I leaned into his palm. "I fucking love you. We'll figure it out." I nodded slowly, teary-eyed. One slipped through and he ran his thumb along my waterline. "I told you from day one, I'm all in. I fucking meant that. I'm not going anywhere." 

"Okay," I whispered, nodding slightly. "I'm sorry, mi amor." 

"You don't have to apologize to me ever," he sighed. Leaning down to kiss me gently, he whispered, "Te queiro." 

"Te queiro," I smiled, gazing up at him. 

"We'll keep trying," he nodded, squeezing my shoulders. "We'll do whatever it takes, okay?" I nodded, sniffling a little. He reached out, drying my cheeks. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"Ice cream," I pouted. He laughed and nodded, leaning forward to kiss me again. He stood up and grabbed my hand, bringing me into the kitchen. 

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Frankie looks gorgeous as ever! A man in a well fitted suit is 👌🏻 I also adore the rings.

These two look like they are going to prom. They are also not complementary to each other.

Joseph is looking sharp, I love that he’s wearing a tux but I do wish he wasn’t wearing converses with it. (Pictured here with his daughter who looks gorgeous).

Andrea Cortes who is new this season. I love her outfit, the hair feels a little harsh to me (and looks painful).

This is my favourite red carpet look Sarah has ever done. She looks old Hollywood glam and I love it.

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Hi how are you? If you still take requests can you right something fluffy for Hank Loza that gentle giant needs love 🥺

Thank you 😊

Your Home

I slip out of the clubhouse after hearing that the man I'm in love with is marrying one of my friends. She's been hooking up with him and now they are getting married and having a baby. She didn't know I was into him. I never said anything because I knew he would never go for a bigger girl like me. I go home and lay in my bed and sob.

The next morning, I get up and head out to get some packing boxes, deciding that I was moving back to Georgia. After getting some of the boxes filled, I decide I need a drink. I can't go back to the clubhouse so I go to a little hole in the wall bar where I know none of the guys will go. I sit at the bar and down shots of Jack in between sips of beer. The longer I sit there, the more I think about him and her and my heart breaks more and before I know it, I'm sitting at the bar, drunk with tears rolling down my face.

What I didn't know was that the bar I chose to go to belongs to the Dogwood crew. "Hey Bishop, it's Louie." he says. "What can I do for you Dogwood?" Bishop asks and that gets Taza and Hank's attention. "I got one of your girls here sitting at my bar. You might want to come get her." Louie says. "What's wrong?" Bishop asks. "She's not causing any problems but she looks pretty upset. Sitting at the bar crying. I've got my guys keeping an eye on her to make sure no one fucks with her." Louie says. "Thanks Dogwood. I'll send one of my guys to get her." and he ends the call.

It isn't long before Hank pulls up at Lupita's. Walking in, he sees Louie and asks "Has she said anything?" Louie shakes his head no and says "None of us have talked to her. Just kept an eye on her. Tab is covered mano. She looks like she needed it." Louie says. Hank shakes his hand and says his thanks.

Hank walks over and sits next to me and asks "Why are you crying Princesa?" I shake my head and take another shot. He waves the bartender off and asks "Did you drive?" I shake my head no. "I've got the truck. Let me take you home." he says and I just nod.

He helps me up and out to the truck. I just look down at my hands and the tears are still falling when we pull into my driveway. He walks around to the passenger side and helps me out. Helping me inside my house, he helps me to the couch and sees the packed boxes. "Packing?" He asks. "Moving back to Georgia." I tell him. "Why?" he asks. "It's time to move back home." I tell him as I lay back and he's slipping off my shoes for me. "This is your home." he tells me. I shake my head no and say "I need to go." He cups my face and says "Talk to me." I close my eyes and say "They're getting married. They're having a baby." and I start to sob again. He moves closer to me on the couch and pulls me into his arms and holds me until I finally pass out.

Waking up the next morning, I'm on the couch and my head is on Hank's chest and he starts to stir. I sit up and he sits up with me. "You okay?" he asks. "Yeah. Sorry." I say and go to stand and he grabs my hand and stops me. "Sit with me a minute." he says and I nod before sitting back down next to him. "I know what's going through your mind." he says and I shake my head. "We're both feeling the same pain but I have a proposition." he tells me and I finally look at him. "I'm tired of being alone and I know you are too. I get why you never said anything to him but when you passed out last night." he tells me and I look back down at my hands in my lap. He reaches over and takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine. "Be my Old Lady." he tells me and I look at him shocked. "Before you say no, hear me out. I know how you feel about Angel. I feel the same way about Nails. But, we can help each other through it. We can help each other move on...with each other." he tells me. "You know why I never said anything to him?" I ask and he shakes his head no. "I know he would never go for a big girl like me. I couldn't embarrass him by letting everyone know the fat girl was into him." and I stand up to walk away but he stands and grabs my hand again. "None of that shit is true. You wouldn't embarrass any of us and I would be proud to have you by my side. Be my Old Lady." he says again. I look up at him and he leans down and kisses me softly before deepening the kiss. When we separate, I say "Okay." He smiles softly before picking me up and carrying me back to the couch. Sitting down, he pulls me into his lap and kisses me again. "This is your home, mi amor." he says and I put my forehead to his and say "You're my home."

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