Everything SOA related belongs to Kurt Sutter and FX. I only claim the ownership of Ashley and everything else that you haven't seen/ heard on TV.

The sound of yelling led Happy down the dark hallway. He could feel the little guy in his hands start to wiggle, as if knowing things were about to get bad. "Shhhh," he hushed in a tone that didn't seem to belong to him.

"Drop it now," the distant man-voice screeched.

More or less running those last few steps, he kicked the door open with his foot and pointed his gun at the dark-clothed guys standing with their backs to the door.

"Happy," Ashley dropped the weapon in her hands, seeing him come in with an infant in his arms.

"Bag that," the sheriff, who was now visible to Happy, ordered as he pointed at the black weapon lying on the floor in front of Ash.

"We need medics here," Eli told through his walkie-talkie, while walking up to Ashley.

"You're under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything… " Happy zoomed out of what the sheriff was saying while pulling Ash's hands behind her back and cuffing them together. His ears started ringing, his chest tightened, and altogether it felt like a nightmare had come to life.

There was a look of relief in her eyes as she looked at him and their baby boy. In his however was something he had only felt maybe once or twice before, real fear… With the last time definitely being when he'd seen the clubhouse all blown up and her nowhere in sight.

From her, Happy's eyes moved to Bell's body. He wanted to empty his own gun in him, but obviously couldn't. Jack was not going to lose both of his parents because of that motherfucker.

As Roosevelt started taking Ash out the door, Happy cut off their way. Laying a kiss on top of her forehead, he whispered, "This ain't the end."

"Take care of him," she smiled, sadness clouding her eyes, as she was led out the door.

…

Years later

"Hap, can you come get this," Gemma shouted from the front door.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow as he got a good look at the two-wheeled mini-Harley peeking out from the back of Gemma's truck.

"You gonna teach him to ride that? Cause the last time I tried with a simple bicycle, he managed to balance it on my toes… Ain't gonna try that shit with that beast," he shook his head.

"Don't be a pussy," she disappeared inside her truck, only to come out of it with a mini-kutte laid out in her hands.

"Gem, I don't think … " he started, but got cut off.

"No, don't you start raining on my parade now, you know Jax won't let me get any of this shit for his boys," Gemma pointed a finger at him. "You've done good, daddy, but I've done good too, so let me enjoy it while I still can."

"You will be the one to tell Ash about it, you know she'd rather let him drive an airplane, than get into bikes."

"And we all know that she's stubborn like hell… until she finally isn't. We'll just wait it out."

"Ain't got that much time to wait it out you know," he lifted the mini-bike out of her car.

"I know, baby," with a smile Gemma patted on his shoulder, before turning around to pick up the little monkey calling out for her attention.

"Guess what grandma got you.." she turned them both around, to show Jack the gift she had gotten for him.

"Like daddy's," he pointed at it, a smile blasted on his face.

…

It had been exactly five years since the day Ashley got sentenced with ten years in prison for an attempted murder. She was given a chance to get out on parole in five. Lucky for her, Bell had survived the gunshot she had fired, clearing her from a murder charge. He on the other hand wasn't so lucky, as he did survive her, but eventually still ended up dead, with the help of Happy and co.

Also the fact that Bell had kidnapped her son, plus hit her in the face when it all went down, made her murder attempt a self-defense, which altogether gave her a pretty good case in court. At least in a way that reserved her hope to one day wake up in the same house as her man and son.

Now she was about to be released and Happy couldn't even sit still, while trying to make Jack wolf down the porridge he'd tried to make. 'Trying' being the determinative part of that sentence. It looked like camel snot..

Jack on the other hand was too busy with asking questions that swallowing even one spoonful was simply taking forever.

"What about this one?" a tiny finger pointed at the letter 'A' tattooed on his chest.

Thinking about how many times he had tried to assure himself that it stood for anarchy and not her, a smile crept over his lips.

He could remember the day he got it. Just as clearly as he remembered the day he'd found out that she was alive, cause that was the day they'd created the little guy sitting across from him, while also being the day she herself had asked him about that specific tat on his chest, although at that point she couldn't even really see it through the bandage covering it up.

Even as he would have never admitted it back then, in his heart he always knew, he had gotten it for her.

"That's for mommy," he said, helping Jack down from his chair, just as Gemma walked in.

"I should get going," he told the women.

"You look jumpy.. you nervous, killah?" Gemma grinned at him, unable to keep her thoughts to herself.

"I ain't. Just keep an eye on him, okay?" he moved to his bedroom to grab a shirt.

"Bring my baby home," Gemma planted a kiss on his cheek, waiting for him by the door.

He nodded, feeling his heart starting to take up a double-beat.

…

She looked just as beautiful as the day she'd gone in. Only that the sadness was wiped away from her face and replaced with joy.

She gave him a wry smile, before his hands were on her. Pulling her to him and taking in her scent. Laying a dozen kisses on her face, he finally looked her in the eyes. With that his lips were on hers. He loved the feel of her tongue fighting for domination. It was just like it was supposed to be. They were meant to battle each other in every way possible, they were meant to be together.

It was later that night, after hours of joy-tears brought on by being reunited with her family and then a private marathon in the bedroom, that she finally felt the ease. Resting her back against his chest on the patio, she let out a sigh.

"I can't believe it's finally over," Ashley brought the hand placed around her middle to her lips.

"I know," he said softly against her hair.

"What the holy hell is that?" she was almost up to her feet, when Happy pulled her back down.

"Yeah… that you'll have take up with Gemma," he knew she'd noticed the little Harley.

"But you let her?" she wasn't about to let him pass the blame that easily.

"Shhh," he hushed her with a kiss. She wanted to fight him on it, but simply couldn't. And maybe it wasn't the time. Well surely it wasn't.

"You know I don't regret any of it. We wouldn't be here. We wouldn't be together any other way," she murmured as his lips moved to her shoulder blades.

He knew she was right. It had taken them a whole bunch of bad choices to get to this point.

"And that's why rules are for fools to obey," she finally said on a sigh.

THE END!

I can't believe this is over. I'm a bit sad actually. Which means I might do some one-shots in the future- as for one I never got to the part of her getting his crow. I didn't want to just stack it in there somewhere, just to check it off the list. Would not have worked with the way this story was going in my opinion... So you might look forward to that at some point.

I also want to sincerely thank each and every one of you, who has ever taken the time to review, follow and favorite… or simply read. Can't tell how much that means to me!

Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did! :)