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Chapter 1

Tasha was sitting at her kitchen table enjoying the peace and quiet with a cup of coffee early in the morning when her phone rang. Sighing heavily she looked at the caller ID and creased her brow. What the hell did Juice want this early? “This better be important, Juicy.” she said into the phone. 
“Um, well kind of. I didn’t wake you did I?” he asked. His voice sounded small and it made her worry. 
“No, just enjoying the peace and quiet.” she explained. “What’s going on?” she asked. 
“I can’t talk about it right now, but can I swing by?” he asked. 
She got up from her seat and looked through the house towards her bedroom. “OK. Meet me around back on the deck. Hap’s still sleeping.” 
“Ok. I’ll be there soon.” he said. 
She hung up the phone with a sigh as a knot started to form in the pit of her stomach. She ran a hand over her pregnant belly and made her way to her bedroom to change into something other than Happy’s t-shirt. She moved around the bedroom quietly, trying to let Happy sleep as long as possible. He got in late from the charity run the night before. 
As she was just pulling up her sweat pants, which was the only thing that fit at the moment, she felt Hap’s hand run up her back. “Where you going?” he asked. His voice sexy with sleep. 
She groaned at the sound and turned to face him. “Juice called. He needs to talk.” she explained. She looked over Happy’s naked form covered in only the sheet and bit her lip, mentally cursing Juice at the moment. “You gotta cover… all of that up.” 
He chuckled and winked at her. “Not that I’m complaining, but again?” he asked. 
She chuckled as she leaned down to kiss his lips. “Can’t help it. Your sexy as fuck and the hormones have me hornier than a teenage boy going through puberty.” 
Hearing her groan as the sound of a motorcycle pulling up made him chuckle. “Go, see Juice and I’ll get a shower.” 
“Not helping!” she called out to him as she made her way towards the back deck. 

Juice sat at the table on the deck to wait for her. His head going a million miles a minute and his nerves going haywire. He hoped bringing her some breakfast would ease the tension of him being her so early. Seeing her smile as she walked through the sliding door made him smile. 
“What’s going on Juice?” she asked as she took a seat at the table across from him. “Cause you’re really putting a damper in my morning.” she chuckled. 
Juice ran a hand over his mohawk before pushing the bag closer to her. “I brought a peace offering.” 
She cocked her brow and slowly dragged the bag closer. Taking a sniff, a smile spread across her lips. “OK, spill.” she said as she took her favorite pancakes from the diner out of the bag. 
Relaxing a little Juice let out a heavy sigh and looked at his best friend. “I think I wanna propose to Sam.” he blurted out. 
Tasha almost choked on the pancakes as her eyes shot up to Juice. “What?” she asked excitedly. “Are you serious?” 
He nodded as a smile returned to his face. “Yeah. I mean we’ve been together for awhile and I can’t see my life without her.” he explained. 
“So what did you need to talk to me about?” she asked around a mouthful of food.
He sighed. “Just don’t know how to do it. I want it to be special. How did Hap propose to you?” he asked. 
Tasha chuckled and looked over her shoulder towards the house. “It was at the safe house. The night he got his chest tube out and I helped him into the shower. He just blurted it out. Caught me totally off guard” 
Juice’s eyes widened, “Seriously?” he chuckled. 
Tasha nodded and snorted. “Hap’s not exactly a romantic dude and I don’t expect that from him.” She explained. “But it was genuine and his heart was in it. As long as it’s what you want and you’re yourself, you got nothing to worry about.” 
Juice thought for a minute and looked up to her. “Can you give me a hand? I think I know what I’m gonna do.” 
-
That night Juice sat on his bike as he waited for Sam to come out of the hospital after her shift. His stomach in knots, he smiled as he saw her walk through the doors and smile at him. “Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked with a warm smile. 
He pulled her to him and planted a kiss on her lips. “Thought we could go to the clubhouse for a drink and then maybe go get some dinner.” he explained. 
“That sounds good. But how about dinner first?” she suggested. “I’m starving.” 
He smiled and kissed her lips one more time before placing her helmet onto her head for her. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.” he said as he swung his leg over his bike and waited for her to climb on behind him. Once he felt her arms incircle his waist and rest her head on his shoulder, he fired it up and headed out of the lot towards the diner she loved. 
He took the long way, just enjoying the feel of having her on the back of his bike. He hoped that after tonight, this would be a forever thing. His stomach flip flopped at the thought of her being his wife. He had never been so sure of something in his entire life. Finally pulling up to the diner, he helped her off of the bike and took her hand in his and walked inside. 
Sam took their usual booth so he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once inside he pulled out his phone texting Tasha that they were at the diner. Taking a deep breath and shaking out his nerves he walked back out to where Sam was seated and sat across from her, giving her his megawatt smile. “So how was your day?” he asked as he grabbed the menu. 
-

Tasha looked at her phone as she was just putting the finishing touches on the clubhouse. Standing back admiring her work she smiled, "ok, Rat, time to set up the lights." 
Rat chuckled and followed her to the bar. When he saw that she was attempting to get up onto the bar he called for Happy. Happy walked out from the hall and noticed his pregnant old lady attempting to get up onto the bar and growled. “Natasha Rose Teller. What the fuck you think you’re doing?” he growled as his arms went around her, pulling her down. 
She spun and turned to glare at Rat. “Traitor.”
Rat held his hands up in defense. “Call me what you want, but I like breathing.” he said as he climbed up onto the bar and started to hang the twinkling lights. 
Tasha huffed and turned to see a very pissed off Happy and gave him a nervous smile. “I was decorating.” she explained. 
Happy shook his head and pointed to a chair. “Sit.” he ordered. She sighed and did as she was told. “Listen, I know you want everything to be perfect, but you can’t be climbing on shit like a damn monkey.” 
She snorted and rubbed her growing belly. “I know. Just can’t help it.” she said with a cheesy grin. Taking a look around her smile grew. She couldn’t wait to witness two of her best friends get engaged. 
Truth be told, she was over the moon that Juice had found Sam. She stopped the chaos that swirled around in his head and he had shown her what a good man really is. Happy noticed the smile on her face and ran a hand through her hair. She looked up at him with that damn sparkle and he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her lips. 
“She’s gonna say yes.” Tasha gushed as she took another look around. 
Happy chuckled and couldn’t help but agree. “I know.” 

-

Miles away from Charming, Torres sat in the beat up pickup truck that she managed to hot wire. She watched as the three Mayans she had been following for the last week, entered the warehouse
 just off the freeway. “What are you three up to?” she mumbled to herself as she peered through her binoculars.
Just as she was about to hop out of the truck, her cell went off making her groan. Looking down she seeing Jax’s number making her curse under her breath. She was supposed to be at Redwoody filling in for Tasha. “What’s up, Jax?” she answered, her eyes still glued to the warehouse. 
“How are things at the studio?” he asked, a little bit of annoyance clear in his voice.
Torres cringed as she heard his voice. “Uh, well they’re going alright. Lyla has everything covered.” she lied. 
“I see.” he huffed into the phone. 
Torres jumped when she heard knuckles on the window. “Shit!” she huffed when she saw the knuckles belonged to the blonde biker who she was supposed to working for today. 
Jax stared at the woman in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.