Up In Flames

Chapter 1

The sequel! I said a few days but clearly I couldn't wait! Enjoy! Comments and votes mean a lot so please let me know that you're enjoying the story! Xoxo

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The floorboards creaked beneath Happy as he paced around the table where Juice sat with his laptop, working diligently for some sign of, well, anything. Juice almost didn't want to tell Happy that, as every other time before, there were no hits on anything. He turned and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, brother."

"Nothing?" He growled, furious and heartbroken.

"Not since the day she left." Lowering his voice for the sake of privacy Juice took a giant risk. "What the hell happened that would make her bolt?"

Happy's cold eyes landed on Juice and he was silent. "It's my fault." Was all he said, it was the only thing he said when anyone asked where Rory had gone or what had happened.

"I'm sorry," Juice repeated. "I can try again in a few days."

"No, I'm over it."

Juice watched him stalk out of the clubhouse and he knew, everyone knew, Happy was far from over Rory's disappearance.

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*One Year Earlier*

"Hap?"

Rory bounded down the stairs when she heard Happy's Harley in the driveway. It had been six months since the Russian incident and the club, or most of them, had just arrived from Belfast on their mission to bring Abel back to Charming. As soon as Happy walked in the door Rory threw her arms around him and kissed him ardently.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, Ror." He slung her over his shoulder and went for the steps.

"Aren't you tired?" The question was littered with giggles as she ran her nails up and down his back. "I think you need to rest after your long trip."

Flinging her on the bed, he shook his head and began to undress. "No, I don't." He said, sliding into bed beside her. "It was a fucking mess." The words were sad as he pulled her close.

"I'm sorry." She softly pet his cheek. "Rats and traitors, right?"

"Yeah. Fucking Irish pricks."

The last thing Rory actually wanted to do was have sex with Happy but she knew that was what he wanted. It was one of the few ways he showed her how special she was. There was never a woman he'd committed to before, stayed faithful to for any amount of time and Rory wasn't going to ignore that. His lips and hands roamed her body eagerly but it wasn't long before he ditched the sweet foreplay and entered her with force.

Rory enjoyed it, the physical at least; it was the emotional aspect of making love to Happy she couldn't handle at that moment. He finished before she could but dutifully slipped his fingers down to caress her to climax.

"Shit," she moaned as tears filled her eyes. "We have to talk." She managed to say knowing if she didn't she'd put it off and that couldn't happen.

"What?" Instantly he was annoyed.

"We never talked about where we stand on kids and I know you, I'm sure you're not chomping at the bit to be a daddy. You're not, are you?"

He shrugged. "I never thought about it but I'm not really looking for that."

'Yeah, I didn't think so." Rory got up and hurried into the bathroom.

"Why? What's going on?"

Rory huffed, wishing he had guessed and quickly cleaned up. "I'm pregnant, Hap." She said, opening the door again and searching his face for some reaction but, as usual, it was stone. "Hello?"

"You said you were on the pill."

"I am but I had that sinus infection, remember the urgent care place gave me that Z pack? Antibiotics can screw with birth control."

"Goddamn it." He hollered, turning his back on her.

"I'm sorry." She uttered, throwing her clothes on. "I just figured I'd tell you before."

"Before what?"

"You want me to get rid of it don't you?"

Surprisingly, the question stunned him. "Yeah." He said quickly.

"That's all I needed to know. I already have an appointment." She would when she left and called to make one, of course.

"Thank fuck." He sighed, his body visibly relaxing. When Happy wrapped his arms around her Rory swallowed down a sob and hugged him back. "I love you, little girl."

"Yeah, me too." She stuttered, heartbroken that the second time he ever said those words were in such a painful situation.

"When are you going? You want me to go with you?"

"No, I don't want you there. I don't remember, next week, but it's on the calendar at my place."

"Cool, so you're good with this?" He let her go and smiled a little.

"I'm good, Hap."