Disclaimer: I do not own anything that doesn't have my name written next to it in pretty pink pen. I don't even own my horse Tig…that's how broke I am. I only claim ownership on Asher Hayden, Sarah Stevenson and anyone else that you do not recognise.

Summary: She went to the shut the door but paused, smiling slightly to herself despite the glare from the girl on her knees in front of the biker. "You do realise this is a twelve year olds birthday party?" It started at a twelve year olds birthday party in a Tacoma backyard ten years ago. Happy/OC

Well…thank you to the few Guest reviews I got, as well as Crazygirl1980s review! If I didn't reply I'm sorry, I tried to do all of you! Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story for the last eighty-two chapters. I have really loved writing about Asher and Happy and Sarah and I could never have foreseen the amount of support I would get for it. Again, thank you all, and I hope you enjoy this last chapter. It's a bit jumpy, but I feel it got the emotions of all the key players in the end. And of course we're rounding out with a Lana song.

Enjoy!

Stylized Violence – choreographed violence used in film and television to portray the illusion of real violence.

Epilogue – Video Games

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls honey
Is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
And now you do
- Lana Del Rey

Charming CA

Ten Years Later

"'Ello Love. How'ya doin'?" Happy looked down at Chibs who was crouched down in front of him, smiling at the little girl clinging to Happys leg as they stood in Gemma's backyard. Happy chuckled as she stepped further around behind him and clung tightly to his jeans, watching warily as Chibs straightened up and shook his head. "She's her mothers daughter." He joked and Happy took a swig of beer before glancing back down at his daughter still clinging to his leg.

Nora.

His little miracle.

Not that he'd ever say it out loud, but he owed the kid one. Without her, he didn't know where he'd be now. The fact that she was a total Daddys girl made it even better.

"Aren'tcha gunna say hello to Uncle Chibs, darlin'?" He asked and Nora gripped even tighter at his leg in answer. She was incredibly shy around other people. At home she was always with him, getting him to read to her or following him around like a little puppy dog.

"She's a shy wee one ain't she?" Chibs said and Happy shrugged, catching the Scots attention. "It looks good on ya, there brother. Family ain't for a lot of people- but it suits ya." And he knew the words were hanging between them.

Didn't think you'd make it there for a minute.

It had been two years since Happy had killed Clay for Asher. The heat on the club had died down, Roosevelt had backed off a fair bit once Jax took over and things slowed down for twelve months or so while the rest of them adjusted to the change in leadership and shift in power. All Clays threats had amounted to nothing with Happy having buried the nine millimetre used in the all the kills linked to Asher out at the old Bluebird site before he'd gone after Clay.

Two years and his mother had done well to hang around for that long. But eventually she gave in and let the cancer get to her. With her three year old son by her side, Happy had watched Asher meticulously organize everything for the funeral, the wake, being the rock he needed while he fell apart.

He spent nights at the clubhouse, drinking away his pain until Nora's funeral. After the goodbye was said and done though, he couldn't stop the rage that filled him, the anger at his mother, the best mother he could have had, being taken away from them. It didn't take long for Jax, the president of SAMCRO to send him on a run- get out of town and clear his head on the road. At the time he was surprised it was Jax that had told him to go, but then realised it had been Asher. She'd gone to Jax and asked him to send him on a run so he could get away from everything.

Once on the road though, he found it hard to come back. It was so much easier to think out there, without having to factor in Asher, or Sarah, or Petey. He was free to cry and hate the world, alone.

He was on the road for six months, getting home to see Asher and Petey at least once a month. For the first few months it had been fine- Asher would send him cheeky messages, and photos of Petey to keep him remembering home, but soon the messages from her started to slow down, until there were none, only ever sending a photo of Petey every week so he could see his son. When he did get home to her, he could tell she was starting to fall out of love with him, everytime they fucked, she'd roll over and sleep with her back to him. He could feel it and he'd had to leave in the middle of the night because for some reason he couldn't bring himself to face her in the light of day and know that he'd broken all the promises he'd made to her.

The defining moment was when he came home one weekend and found her on her way out. The house was only two doors down from Gemmas- the best he could get on short notice after Blues death and Ashers refusal to go back into the old one except to pack their things.

"Where the fuck are you going?" He couldn't help but snap as she picked up her handbag.

"I have to go out. Think you can watch your son for a few hours?" She asked, and he didn't miss the sarcasm in her voice. "Grumpy's locked outside and I want him to stay there."

"What like a date?" His mind was going crazy with rage. He'd been on the road for a whole day to get back to Charming, and now she was leaving.

"No, I've got an appointment."

"Like a doctor? It's fuckin' eight o'clock at night Asher!" His hand jerked to the dark outside and he saw Ashers jaw clench as she lifted her chin up in defiance. "You're a nurse- reschedule it."

"I can't stick around and fight with you Happy, I've got to go." She whispered. She went to walk away, but all his instincts made him reach out and grab her arm, jerking her back around.

"Hey!" He saw her eyes then. They were glassy with tears. There was only one thing that made her cry on cue like that. Sure she'd cried when she'd been shot, when she'd shot Blue, when Spanner had died. But never when she was fighting with him. "Shit." He let her arm go and she rubbed it as the thought invaded his mind. "You're pregnant?" He rasped and watched her jaw move as she tried to avoid his eyes. Reaching out, a lot more gently, he snatched her chin in her hand and looked her dead in the eye. "Are you pregnant?"

"I won't be for much longer." She said quietly and Happy dropped his hand.

"You're getting rid of it?" He asked, shocked that the girl that had so desperately wanted her first born, was willing to go through with an abortion.

"What did you expect? I'm having enough trouble raising one kid, let alone two. At least I knew you loved me when Petey was conceived!" She snapped straight back and Happy felt his chest constrict as the tears started to fall.

"The fuck you mean?" Didn't she get he loved her? He'd killed for her, countless times, and he'd do it again.

"You know you didn't kiss me once the last time you were here?" She replied and Happy felt his stomach drop. He'd gotten so carried away last time. It was hard being faithful on the road, and usually by the time he got home he was ready to snap.

"Asher…"

"I'm doing this Happy. You don't want this baby, I don't want this baby. Lets not pretend like this is something either of us wants." He reached out for her again, letting his hand fall back to his side when she stepped back.

"I want it." He whispered, surprising himself.

"What?" Her voice was incredulous- obviously taken by surprise.

"I said I want it." He stepped forward and this time was able to touch her, his fingers reaching into her hair. "If you want to keep it, it's okay." He said quietly. But Asher shook her head and pulled away from him.

"I've made my decision. I don't need you to make it for me." Happy nodded. Yeah, he'd lost the right to make any decisions for her after the last six months. "I'm sorry Happy."

Then she'd turned around and walked out.

Happy had gone down to the nursery and found his son sitting on the floor, playing with some building blocks. Besides the eyes, the kid was a spitting image of himself at that age.

"How ya doin' buddy?" He asked and saw the kids head shoot up before he was on his feet and flying over to Happy. Happy crouched down and held his arms open for his three year old son to jump into.

"Daddy!" Hugging Petey close to his body, Happy couldn't help but feel another pain in his chest at the thought of what his old lady was on her way to do right now. "You wanna play wit' my blocks?" He asked, stepping back and Happy instantly missed the contact.

"I dunno PJ, look what I got for you." Reaching into his cut, Happy pulled out a toy car. He'd been collecting them on his trips around the states, bringing them home for him when he could. "This, my man, is a Ford Mustang." He said, about to go into a spiel about the car, but it was snatched out of his hand by little fingers.

"Vroom, vrooooom!" Petey pushed the car along the carpet and Happy chuckled as he watched his son play. "Here Daddy, you can have da ra-ri." Happy laughed as he was handed the model Ferrari.

"It's a Ferrari, PJ." He chuckled.

"Ra-ri!" Rolling his eyes, he was quite content to sit there and play with the boy until he started to look sleepy.

"Come on buddy, how 'bout you brush ya teeth and I'll read you a story." This was general practice on his visits. He'd tuck Petey in and read to him before heading down the hall to his mother.

"Daddy, where's mama?" Petey asked as he scrambled up and Happy led him to the bathroom.

"She's out for a bit buddy, she'll be back soon."

"But she's gotta kiss me goodnight." He pouted and Happy wondered where he'd picked the move up from.

"What about me?" He asked gruffly.

"But I want mama to kiss me goodnight too." The bottom lip dropped even further as Happy squeezed toothpaste onto the little toothbrush and handed it to the kid.

"I'll make sure she does when she gets home." He promised. Petey continued to chatter on as he brushed his teeth, standing up on the stool Asher had gotten him so he could reach the sink.

"All done!" he said finally and handed Happy the toothbrush.

"Aight, go choose a book and into bed little man." When he finally reached Peteys room, the boy was in the bed, his favourite teddy by his side and a book in his hand. Happy swallowed a lump in his throat as he saw the cover of the book. The Outsiders, he'd read it to Petey countless times, but this time all he could think of was Asher reading it to him when he'd gotten out of jail last.

"Come on daddy!" Petey screeched and Happy sighed, walking into the room and gesturing for Petey to shift over so he could sit on the bed as well.

"Aight, from the start?" He asked, flicking through the worn pages and seeing Petey nod as he snuggled into his side.

By the time he heard the Camaro pull into the drive and steps on the porch, Petey was well and truly asleep in Happys side. Manoeuvring himself out of his sons grip, he got off the bed and walked out into the living room as Asher dropped her handbag in the hallway. He just stood still and watched her turn around to face him.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. And he stepped toward her. "I couldn't do it." She started to sob then and Happy couldn't do anything but pull her into his arms, lifting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. "I'm so scared- please don't leave me." She sobbed into his t-shirt and Happy just gripped her even tighter.

"It's alright, baby girl, I've got you." He'd whispered and he'd kept his promise. He hadn't left after that. She was too important for him to lose. He'd been by her side for every single ultrasound, to fetch her food when she was craving it and deal with her crazy horniness.

Nora Matilda Lowman had been born two days past her due date by a natural birth. Happy had been the first one to hold her, and been instantly in love with her. Asher had had to pry her from his arms to hold her.

Happys eyes drifted over to Asher who was standing nearby, watching the older kids running around in the backyard, a grey looking Grumpy at her feet and Tara by her side making her laugh at something. So happy considering her own grandmother had died the year before, leaving AJ the only living relative she had left. Under the cut off jean shorts she was wearing, Happy could see the ink on her thigh.

As soon as everything calmed down after Clay and Blues deaths, he'd pulled out his kit and inked her. The design had been a classic heart, scroll and rose design like the old pin up designs, except he'd changed it to a smiley face with the scroll across it with his name in it and surrounded by daisies, like the ones on her side. It looked good on her, and even at thirty-nine, she wore it loud and proud. And he in turn had let Sarah design something for Asher, resulting in a kneeling angel holding the words "the blessed" over the ink on his chest, directly over his heart where she belonged.

"Daddy." The tiny little voice came from below him and Happy reached down to pick up Nora and hold her on his hip.

"Sup little girl?" He asked, watching her chew her lip as Chibs smiled at her, making her bury her head in her fathers neck.

"Nuffin." She muttered and Happy chuckled, holding her close to him even though she was nearly too big to be carried like this at the age of five.

The only thing that brought Nora out of his neck was the sound of giggling has Asher stepped up behind Chibs, leaning around to press a kiss to his cheek in greeting.

"Bet you can't get a look in between these two." She whispered to Chibs who just grinned even bigger. "Don't worry- they make me jealous too."

"Darlin' I don't think ya need to be jealous." He laughed, and wrapped an arm around Ashers shoulders. "He can't keep his eyes off ya." Happy heard Chibs whisper to his wife. Asher brushed a strand of hair away from her face with her left hand, the gold ring on her finger glinting in the light and whispered a quiet thanks to Chibs.

Happy looked down at his little girl. She'd been spoilt with her mothers attention since Happy had bought Asher a piano and she'd quit nursing- getting a certificate and spending her time giving music lessons, something that she well and truly loved. And he was glad he could give that to his wife.

"Hey, pretty girl, your brother wants you to go and play with him." She said catching Noras attention and Nora snuggled closer into Happy. "Come on, can't be hanging out all day with Daddy. Off you go." Happy rolled his eyes at his wifes bossy tone and let his daughter onto the ground, where she looked up at him expectantly like he was going to make a difference.

"Listen to your mother, darlin'." He said and Nora sighed, but ran off to join the other kids. "You're a bossy bitch." He muttered but Asher just rolled her eyes at him and walked past him, patting his chest. Happy watched her ass saunter away and couldn't help that familiar feeling in his groin. His girl was still as sexy as she had been back in Tacoma, at Thomas' birthday party, even his brothers eyes followed her. He shot Tig and Kozik a warning look at the two ex-marines watching his girl from where they stood near the barbeque.

Asher made herself busy in Gemma's busy kitchen after leaving Happy with Chibs. It was hard to get Nora away from her father. The little dark haired girl absolutely idolised her father. Petey had grown up to be his own little version of Happy, taking it upon himself to protect his little sister when his father wasn't there. Asher couldn't have been more proud of any of her family.

Especially Happy.

Glancing out the window she could see the eighteen year old Ellie Winston playing with Nora while several of the recently patched SAMCRO members watched on. It brought a small smile to her face remembering herself in a similar situation. And it had been a defining moment in her life. It had led to her babies, and her husband.

Husband.

Asher had been nursing baby Nora when Happy walked through the door of the house, kicking his boots off at the doorway and glanced over at her at the kitchen table.

"Hey." She called out. She'd been planning on at least showering before he got back from the latest run. One a lot shorter than the ones he'd been taking nine months before hand.

He just looked at her. His brow furrowing slightly as he took in the sight of them. She'd been expecting at least a kiss, but he turned his back and headed down to the bedroom.

"Yes darling, Daddys an asshole." She muttered to the quiet baby in her arms and turned her attention back to the book she was reading.

Ten minutes later Asher heard muffled footsteps on the carpet but she refused to look up. Just because he'd come back didn't mean that they didn't fight like cats and dogs.

"Where's the kid?"

"Peteys at Tara's, playing with Abel and Thomas." She replied, not lifting her head from her book until she heard a clanging on the table and she looked up to see two gold rings sitting on the table and Happy standing next to the table only wearing a wifebeater and jeans. "What're they?" She asked, trying to act relaxed about the whole thing- but she knew what those two rings were.

"The fuck they look like?" he snapped and Asher scowled at him.

"Don't swear in front of the baby."

"Like you didn't just call me an asshole." He replied just as harshly and Asher felt her temper flare at the tone of his voice. "Look I ain't proposing or nothin'. You either marry me or ya' don't. It ain't gunna change this…" he gestured between them, "but if ya want it…" He shrugged and Asher looked up at his face. It was stern as usual and she wondered if he really wanted this.

"Do you want to get married?" She asked softly, watching his face for any sign of change.

"It's not gunna change this." He replied quietly and Asher sighed, standing up and handing the baby over to him.

"I need to think about it." She replied, sweeping a hand over Nora's little head.

"Whattya mean you gotta think about it?" He snapped, immediately shushing the baby when she started to fuss. "You wanna get married or not?"

"Hap, I never even uttered anything about marriage and suddenly you throw this at me. I need to think about it." She stressed. Never in her life had she thought that Happy would want to get married. She'd never had any ideas of matrimony from him, even if he was the father of babies and the love of her life. She saw the change in his features then, almost crestfallen before it became stone hard again. "It's not that I don't love you. Because you know I do. So much it scares me." She replied honestly. "But I need time. Marriage is big, we can't just walk away from each other when times get tough."

"I ain't gunna walk away Asher." He replied, rocking the baby for emphasis and Asher knew that at the moment he was telling the truth. He'd made her that promise so many times and eventually broken it. She just needed time. Giving him a small smile she picked up the rings and studied them.

"You really want to marry me?" She asked quietly, glancing up at him.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't baby girl." He muttered and Asher felt her chest swell as she stared at her man holding their baby. Giving them a small smile she headed down the hall to her room to try to sort out her head.

Two hours later she'd emerged with her answer, and three days later they'd signed the papers in the courthouse. It was Happys words as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders outside the courthouse despite the cheers of his awaiting brothers.

"You're a Lowman now girl."

Asher smiled fondly at the memory before turning her attention back to Happy who was talking to Chibs still. He'd really stepped up the last few years. If someone had told her twenty years ago that Happy would one day be a father, a doting one, let alone the father to her children she would have laughed in their face. Happy would have killed them.

"Hey hey, here's the birthday boy. Happy birthday Abel! Twelve years old 'ey?" Chibs bellowed, as he and Happy watched the presidents son approach.

"Thanks uncle Chibs. Dad says that it won't be long until I can prospect." He said, deadly serious, the familiar Teller glint in his eye and Happy chuckled, looking over to his own son who was picking Nora up off the ground. Petey, or PJ, cause he was too old for Petey anymore, didn't want a cut, he was going to be a racecar driver. And Happy couldn't be more thankful. There'd been a time when he wanted his offspring to follow in his footsteps, but now, he couldn't think of anything worse.

"Got a few more years in ya yet kiddo." Happy said to the kid who looked up at him wide-eyed.

"Don't listen to him, Abel, give it a few years and you'll be his President." This didn't put Abel at ease and Happy got a kick out of that.

"Scuse me lads." A voice said sweetly and Happy shifted out of the way as a heavily pregnant Sarah walked past him reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek as she held bowls of chips in her hands. "Hey Uncle Hap. Thanks for fixing the guttering on the house." She whispered before taking off towards Asher.

Twenty-two years ago he'd never have been able to envision this for Sarah. Married for the last two years and expecting her first child with Juice. It had slowed the over-eager little shit down to have to look after a pregnant wife, but Juice had done a good job. He'd stuck by Sarahs side through thick and thin.

Hell, being the man that gave Sarah away at the wedding had been one of the proudest moments in Happys life. He'd always put his killer reputation second when it came to the girl, and if it meant she'd have a father to walk her down the aisle, then he'd do it. Even if Juice didn't know how to fix guttering on their house, Happy was proud of them both.

Looking around he caught his wifes eye from across Gemmas spacious backyard. She cocked her head to the side and he knew she'd seen his mind ticking over. Not giving himself a chance to change his mind, he stalked towards her and grabbed her hand, dragging her into the house.

Sarah watched Happy drag Asher across the backyard and into the house.

"Where are they going?" She heard Juice say in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her, placing his ringed fingers flat on her expanding belly.

"Honeymooning." Sarah replied, leaning back into Juice and looking up at him. He'd grown his hair out in the last few years so you couldn't see his tattoos any more. It made him look older. More mature.

"Can I get you something Mama?" He asked, his breath hot on her ear and Sarah shook her head, placing her hands over his.

"No daddy. I'm fine." She whispered back, a smile spreading across her face as Juice rubbed her stomach. Their baby was due in two months, a little girl they'd found out.

"You look beautiful today." He whispered and Sarah felt the smile widen.

"You're too sweet." She replied.

"No, you're sweet Mrs Ortiz." Sarah felt a wet kiss get pressed to her cheek before Juice pulled away and walked over to where Kozik and Tig were standing, taking a beer that was offered to him.

"You two are cute." Sarah swivelled her head around to see Gemma Teller-Morrow standing behind her. Even in her mid sixties, Gemma was hot. So hot, that in fact Sarah was certain she was sleeping with Tig. "Nice to see you so happy."

"I just hope it stays that way." Sarah replied. She hoped that in twenty years her and Juice were still sneaking off to have a quickie.

"Baby, I've seen the way that kid looks at you. Don't you worry- you're not Asher and Happy, but that don't mean you won't be happy." Sarah gave Gemma a small smile and accepted Gemmas kiss on the cheek before watching the old woman saunter away.

She was right, Sarah and Juice weren't Asher and Happy. They had come from a friendship, one that they still had, but they didn't fight like Asher and Happy. That didn't mean they didn't fight. Sarah was Ashers daughter after all. But her and Juice were forever. That much she knew.

"Who are you getting to walk you down the aisle? I'm sure Riley will do it." Liz said as she adjusted the back of Sarahs dress and Sarah glanced over her shoulder at her mother. The mother that in the last eight years had had to adjust to losing her husband, the father of her children and her best friend.

"Hap's going to do it." She felt her mothers fingers still. "He's my father for all extensive purposes."

"You had a father. He's dead." Liz bit back and Sarah spun around to face her mother.

"Yes, because Asher shot him. Because he tried to kill me- my own father threatened to kill me mum, doesn't that make any difference to you?"

"Your father had his reasons." Liz defended and Sarah narrowed her eyes at the naïve woman.

"Yeah, his agenda with Clay. I know. Happy told me everything – how he killed Ashers father. How he got Bowie to kill Spanner. I don't know what makes you think that makes him a good person." Liz swallowed thickly and Sarah could see tears gathering in her eyes but she didn't care. This was her wedding day, she didn't need to be thinking about how her father had tried to kill her family. "You know what, I think I'm okay here, you should go and wait outside."

"Sarah…"

"No, you haven't been my mother since I was eight, so don't start now." She snapped and watched Liz walk out of the small room, leaving Sarah to inhale and exhale deeply to try to calm down. She could go a cigarette now.

"That was a bit harsh." She didn't need to turn around to know that Asher was in the room.

"Well she's not my mother." Sarah bit back and felt a hand wrap around her shoulders before she was faced with Asher.

"Baby, come on. She's just worried."

"I don't care. This is my wedding, not hers." She knew she was being bitchy, but this was meant to be the best day of her life and her mother was bringing up her father and his abandonment of the family. It had been Asher that had convinced her to invite Liz in the first place. She looked up and met Ashers eyes again, which were glassy with moisture.

"I can't believe you're getting married." Asher choked and Sarah let her real mother pull her into her arms and wrap them tightly around her.

"Shit, Ash, don't make me cry – it'll ruin my makeup." Sarah gasped as she stepped back and wiped at her eyes seeing Asher do the same.

"Okay, sorry baby." Asher replied and took a deep breath. "You ready to spend the rest of your life with Juan Carlos?" She asked and Sarah nodded certain for the first time since Liz had brought up Blue.

"So ready." She replied. And she was. The last eight years, Juice had been more than she could ever imagine. And after proposing to her in the middle of the high school where she worked as a counsellor, she knew that she had found the perfect Son.

"Hey." Asher touched her arm and Sarah turned back to face the blonde. "I am so proud of you baby. After all the shit, you've been braver than I could ever imagine. And I love you." Sarah leant over and pressed a kiss to Ashers cheek and smiled, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"I love you too mum."

"Hey, you ready kid?" The door opened and Sarah saw Happy standing in the doorway, looking between the two, cut clad and wearing a clean pair of jeans. "What're you bitches smiling about?"

"See, this is what I married." Asher rolled her eyes and jerked her thumb at Happy. "At least Juice has some manners." Sarah just smiled as Asher walked over and patted Happy's chest, seeing him look down at her seriously.

"I'll show you manners, hooker." Sarah watched on as Asher got up on her toes and pressed a kiss to Happy lips and he patted her on the small of the back. Over the years she had seen the move a hundred times. "Come on, kid. Lets roll." Asher stepped out of the way and headed out the door as Sarah strode over to Happy who offered her his arm.

"Thanks for this Uncle Hap." She said as she wrapped a hand around his bicep and let him lead her out to the back porch of the old farmhouse outside of Charming. Around the corner she could see rows and rows of leather cuts with the SOA patch on the back facing the little stage where the celebrant was standing, Juice standing off to his side, bouncing on his toes in his cut and button up shirt. His hair had grown over his tattoos years ago but he was still Juice to her. And always would be.

And in a few more minutes, she would be Mrs Juan Carlos Ortiz.

And she couldn't have been happier until fourteen months later when she'd gotten pregnant.

"Hap, what're you doing?" Asher laughed, jogging to keep up with Happy. "Come on, they're about to put out cake!" He ignored her, pushing his way into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind them before spinning around to pick her up by the thighs and prop her up on the basin and kissing her hard.

"You feeling nostalgic, Killer?" She purred when she pulled away and Happy smirked.

"Been wanting to do this awhile, hooker." He replied and Asher was the one who smirked.

"Don't think you're allowed to call your wife, hooker Old man." She teased, Happy rolling his eyes. The wife card had been played several times in the last five years since he'd put the ring on her finger in the town hall that day.

"Don't complain." He sneered before leaning down and fusing his lips to hers again, hearing her moan.

She immediately relaxed into him and kissed him back, her sweet tongue sweeping into his mouth and battling against his own. He pulled her closer, running a hand over the ink on her thigh.

He fucking loved this woman.

Asher pulled away and pressed a kiss to his neck before looking up at him with those bright blue eyes.

"You do realise this is a twelve year olds birthday party?"

The End.