A/N: Here’s a Happy imagine using the drabble challenge! We’ve got, 110  “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”,111  “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”, 128  “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”, and 142 “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” 

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Living with Happy Lowman meant dealing with his shenanigans, and there were lots of them. Holding a hard exterior, you and your kids were the only people he let himself go around. So when you complained to the guys or even some of the girls about how Happy is always hiding your things or scaring the living shit out of you, none of them seem to believe you.

And that’s okay, because you and your shared family are the only ones that see him like this. 

As one of his shenanigans, Happy has taken it to the extent of fucking with your car. And by fucking with it, you mean he’s taken out the transmission, taken the windshield wipers, and taken out your radio. You’d had your car equipped with a brand new radio and a rather nice set of speakers in the back. You adored the set up so much, it was like a whole other child to you and refused to let anyone ever mess with your car unless you trusted them completely. 

Work was in an hour and you really needed to get there at least thirty minutes early so you wouldn’t piss your boss off anymore than he already is with how late you’ve been lately. Seeing the wipers gone, you know something is wrong, but the sight of your missing speakers takes it to a whole other level. Your car won’t even start and you give a frustrated grunt, slamming your drivers door shut.    

As you’re storming into the house, you’re eldest child 14 year old Annalie and 12 year old Hadden are sliding right in front of you, stopping you in your path of desctruction. Half the time Happy plays these pranks on you, the kids at least know and are sometimes involved. You give a huff of annoyance and because you’re not sure if they’re in on it, you stop and raise a brow at the two. “Yes?” You ask as calmly as you can though all you want to do is wring Happy by his fucking neck.

Annalie just smiles and she tries moving you to sit down in a chair. “Sit down and relax! C’mon, Hadden and I made some cookies and we want you to try them!” Your daughter exclaims and before you’re protest that there’s no cookies in sight, Hadden is carrying over a plate of cookies that look terrible. You can’t bring yourself to say anything so you just pick one up and fight through the bite, smiling forcedly at your children who snicker.

With a soft huff you toss the cookie down. “Alright, c’mon, stop stalling. Where’s your father?” You say sharply and Annalie sighs heavily, looking to Hadden with raised brows and your son just shrugs his shoulders. Your youngest comes running from the hall, squealing and holding a paper in her hands. Eight year old Adelaide hands you the folded paper and the contents on the inside having you growling softly. Your kids step aside as you push yourself up, setting off for the bedroom you and Happy share.

Happy’s sat on your shared bed, elbows resting on his knees and he looks up at you with a wild grin, the kind of grin that sends shivers down your spine and you’re not sure whether it’s because you’re turned on or you’re very nervous for what’s about to happen next. But you can’t let him get to you like that. You know what he’s trying to do. 

In a few quick moments your husband is standing in front of you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips but you lean back and press your finger against his lips. “Uh, excuse you?” You snap and he pulls back with furrowed brows before he laughs and wraps his arms around you tightly. “You can’t hug me and think everything’s okay. It’s not. I’m late to work! I could get fired!” You exclaim and push Happy back with hands on his chest.

“Babe, you know you don’t need a job. I can support you and the kids just good on my own.” Happy’s voice is gruff and you shake your head. “No, you know I don’t want to be just some housewife. I want to work as well. And you’re not helping me any.” You mutter.

No matter being pregnant through your four pregnancies, one failing, you held up your job and you were always there for every day you were scheduled because you never wanted to be the typical housewife. Not even if Happy can easily support and provide the family of five, you don’t want to be lost and stuck at home. 

Happy just shakes his head and he looks you up and down. “I’m just playing games with you, baby girl. You know that. And they won’t fire you at all. Not if I go talk to them.” You know exactly what he means and you definetly don’t want to keep a job just because you’re Happy’s wife. It’s a struggle being the wife of a SAMCRO member. 

Your husband gives a bit of a distressed sigh when you shake your head at your words. “Just take the day off! I’ve gotta go in, but there’s a party tonight. And we’re all going. I don’t want you working or worrying today. Just spend the day with the kids, or go hang out with Wendy, okay?” He reasons and you sigh heavily, knowing there was no need to show up at work now, you’re just too late and if they do fire you, you’ll just have to find another job.

“Alright, fine. Get to the garage.” You mutter and Happy grins widely, kissing your cheek sweetly but you huff. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting. Get to work.” You huff at him but Happy leaves with a grin on his lips anyways.

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A/N: I’m am SO SO SO SO sorry I was not able to incorporate the last one, I just couldn’t work it in how I wanted! But I hope this suffices for the anon that requested this!