A/N: So it is after much consideration and thought that I have decided to continue Happy and Hailey's story. Thank you for all your reviews on the last chapter of Life As We Know It. It is because of them that I am getting this up. As I said at the end of Life As We Know It this picks up six years later and will follow Happy and Hailey as they navigate through life as parents within the chaos of Samcro. I debated whether or not to continue it as a part 2 within the same story but decided that it stands better as a story in itself. So please read and review and let me no what you think ~ Rach

PLEASE NOTE: Any new readers: This is part three in a trilogy so please be sure to read the sequels first or you will be completely lost. :-) See my profile for a recommended reading order of my stories if you need to.

Updates will likely be slower than usual as it depends on the day as to which of my stories I'm feeling and whether or not I have time to write.

Chapter 1:

Hailey sat staring out the lounge room window, Harry's huge head in her lap, both of them waiting for him to return. Happy Lowman was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She loved him and she couldn't imagine her life without him. But he was also the worst. It was her love for him that had kept her in Charming even after all the tragedy that had befallen both her family and Samcro and sometimes she hated him for it. Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if Opie hadn't been so damn over protective of her and hadn't tasked the Tacoma Killer with following her every move when she'd moved away from Charming, but then truth be told she probably wouldn't be alive if he hadn't. There had been more than one occasion that Happy had saved her ass, two of the many smiley faces dedicated to her.

She loved him. She loved the protection and safety she felt in his presence. She loved the half smirk that rose to the corner of his mouth when he was amused. She loved the dangerous element he brought to her life. She loved the way he made her body burn with anticipation for him. She loved the look he got in his eye when he was turned on; sometimes she felt that look alone could make her come. She loved the unreserved look of admiration he often gave her, a look she knew to be reserved only for her. She loved his softer, gentler side that she knew only she was privileged enough to see. But most of all she loved the way he loved her unconditionally.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the roar of his motorcycle approaching their driveway. Harry's ears pricked up and he bounded to the door to wait, sitting on his haunches as he'd been trained to. A smile crept across her face at the sound. It was a sound she had grown up with and the familiarity of it was often mixed with a sense of relief; relief that he was home and had not befallen a similar fate as so many before him. This latest run had been a long one, delayed by a few days stretching it out to nearly two weeks.

"Hey Princess." He greeted her as he stepped through the door and laid his cut across the back of a chair leaning down to pat the back of Harry's head.

"Daddy!" A little voice bellowed as its owner came barreling out of the hallway.

"Hey lil Princess." He said scooping her up into his arms. "You been good for Momma?"

"Of course Daddy." The little girl assured her father. At five years old Amey Isabel Lowman was every bit her father's daughter except for her eyes that were nearly the same shade of blue as her mothers.

"Hey Baby." He said wrapping his free arm around Hailey's waist and drawing her in for a kiss.

"Hey yourself. We missed you." She said taking his gun from its holster at his hip and placing it in a basket on the top of the bookshelf that stood next to the front door.

"Missed you too." He said placing a kiss against Hailey's lips. "Shouldn't you be asleep Little Princess?" he asked turning his attention to his daughter.

"Your bike woke me up Daddy." The dark haired little girl answered. "Can we go see Abuelita tomorrow Daddy?"

"Amey we were only there yesterday sweetheart." Hailey said.

"But Daddy wasn't." Amey informed her.

"I'll see Lil Princess. Right now it's back to bed for you." Happy said as he carried his daughter back to her room.

Hailey smiled as she headed toward the kitchen with Harry following behind. The sweet sounds of uncontrolled giggling that only Happy was able to exude from the girl filled the air. It was a sound that was like music to her ears. They had both thought they didn't want children until an ectopic pregnancy years earlier had resulted in one of her fallopian tubes being removed and further investigation revealing the remaining one and her uterus to be severely scarred from an undetected infection. The thought that she couldn't have children even if she'd wanted them had left her feeling kind of empty. Further surgery and treatment had appeared unsuccessful as the years went on. Hailey had nearly given up hope when she saw that second little pink line on a pregnancy test six years ago. It had filled her with joy and there was not a doubt in her mind that this was how things were meant to turn out.

Happy came back into the kitchen just as the kettle was coming to a boil on the stove.

"You never change do you Princess?" He said sliding his hands down across her hips referring to her nightly ritual of tea, one he had more often than not interrupted with other plans.

"Nah Hap. And you wouldn't want me to." She smiled. "Amey back asleep?"

"Yeah. I told her maybe we could go see Ma in a few days. That alright?" He said sitting down at the kitchen table and scruffing Harry behind his ears exactly the way he liked it.

"Should be. I've only got a couple of shifts this week. You know she's not doing too well right?"

"Yeah. She getting any worse?"

Hailey nodded sadly. "She tries to keep up appearances for Amey but I can see straight through her."

Happy nodded. "Okay. Well we'll definitely head down there then."

"You want some tea?"

"Nah. Coffee would be good though."

"Everything go okay?"

"Yeah. Boring as bat shit but okay."

Hailey smiled as she poured water into the two cups on the kitchen counter. Since Jax's death Chibs had stuck true to his word and rebuilt Samcro from the ground up, steering it away from guns and in the direction Jax had been trying to achieve. It meant though that legitimate business held no real threat, no thrill of danger that she knew Happy enjoyed.

"Never mind baby. Means you come home safely to us." She said placing a mug of hot coffee in front of him.

He gave her a look that was half a smirk and half a scowl. He knew she was right but he still missed the outlaw life that he saw so little of these days.

"Sit down. I got somethin' to tell ya." He said his voice suddenly rough and serious making Harry stand guarded. "Sit, Harry." He added, softening his tone.

"What's up, Hap?" She asked sitting across from him.

"Someone came by the lot today, looking to prospect."

"So why are you telling me? You guys get prospect requests all the time."

"It was Kenny."

"It was … oh god." Hailey placed her cup down in front of her and drew in a deep breath.

She hadn't seen her nephew in over eight years. Once he and his sister had gone to live with their grandmother they had never returned to Charming despite Mary's promise that she'd let them visit in the summer. They had visited once the first summer after they'd left but after that Mary had cut all ties to Charming and Samcro insisting that it had a bad influence on them. She'd even told Hailey not to visit as she was a reminder of where they'd come from. It had broken her heart to cut Opie's children out of her life. But now Kenny was back and wanting to prospect. She knew he had only turned 18 the previous week.

"Does Mary know he's here?" She asked looking up, worry written all over her face.

"Dunno Princess. Tig gave him a room in the clubhouse and told him he has to speak to you first."

Hailey nodded slowly, feeling her heart sink. Despite the club securing it's foothold in more legitimate means the thought of her nephew following in the footsteps of his father made her feel almost sick. The club had led to his death and that of her own father also. She couldn't imagine what was going through Kenny's mind if he wanted to join the club that had led to his father and grandfather's deaths not to mention that of his mother also.

"I'll go past in the morning." She said quietly seemingly deep in thought.

He placed his empty mug in the sink and crossed the kitchen to where she sat. He cupped her face in his hands and forced her to look up at him. "If he does prospect Princess, we'll look out for him. The club's not like it used be."

"I know Hap. He's just still so young."

"C'mere Princess." He pulled her up out of her seat and into his arms. "Kenny will be fine. Now quit ya worryin' and be a good Old Lady and welcome me home." He said pressing his lips against hers as he ran his hands down over the curves of her hips.

Harry knew that was his cue to retire for the night and went to the hallway to take up his usual spot outside Amey's door.

Hailey felt the familiar warming of her insides at Happy's tender touch. Even after all these years his touch still elicited a burning lust to pulse through her veins. Her lips scratched against graying stubble before she bit his lower lip forcing his mouth open so she could plunge her tongue in against his. He scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom, kissing her the whole while.

A/N: Just a short chapter to start this off but the rest I promise will be longer.