Hey my beautiful readers! Remember me? Where do I even begin? It's been forever since I've posted, or written, or did anything remotely creative in my life. My head just hasn't been in the right space. But over the last few weeks, I found myself unable to stop thinking about Hap and Sarah's story, and how I wanted to give them so much more. And also how much I missed all of you!

By the way, thank you to everyone who reviewed since the last chapter. I promise you, every single word has motivated me to come back to this story. I really appreciate all the support.

I hate even calling this a chapter, because it's tiny. It's more just a little scene I wrote for you guys to show you that I'm still invested in this story, and to see if anyone out there still wants me to keep going. Please let me know if anyone wants another chapter, because I totally do!

Oh, and also, let me know if anyone has started watching Mayans MC yet! I got caught up last night and I really like it so far. I'm already hardcore in love with Coco :)

So even though it's super short, I really hope you like this, and as usual, please review!

Oh! And just fyi, in my head Rachel Franklin looks just like Anna Kendrick…

Chapter 6

Sarah was leaning against her mom's white marble counter and smiling down at her phone, when her sister Rachel elbowed her side and whispered in her ear. "Ok, spill. Who's the guy?"

Sarah quickly shoved her phone in the front pocket of her jeans and tried her damndest to look confused. "I don't know what you're talking ab…"

But Rachel cut her off, leaning even closer and lowering her voice. "Oh please. Don't bullshit me. I know that face; that smiley, glowing, rainbows shooting out of every orifice face. There's definitely a guy."

Sarah had just started to shake her head in what she knew was a pathetic denial when she was suddenly saved when her mother took the turkey out of the oven and walked passed them towards the dining room. "Come on, girls. The Franklin family Thanksgiving waits for no one. Make yourselves useful and bring the sides to the table."

Sarah immediately took a bowl in each hand and turned to follow her mom, but stopped just before she collided with Rachel, who had walked right in front of her. Rachel just grinned and shook her head. "Don't think you're getting out of this conversation, Sarah Marie. There is definitely a guy."

Sarah watched her sister walk out of the kitchen and then paused for a few minutes, trying like hell to wipe away the grin that had involuntarily fallen across her lips. And she tried. She honestly did. But standing there alone, with mashed potatoes in one hand and green bean casserole in the other, she just couldn't stop smiling.

Because her phone had just vibrated in her pocket, and she knew who the text was from. Yeah, she thought, there is definitely a guy…

Happy leaned back in his chair and uncomfortably sighed, barely able to move from all the food Gemma had filled and refilled on his plate. The matriarch of the club had always treated Happy like she cared, but she'd been an even more constant presence since his mom died. And since this was his first Thanksgiving without his mother, Gemma had gone out of her way to remind him that he still had a family.

"You want anything else, Hap?"

Happy glanced over his shoulder at Gemma, standing behind him with a bowl full of sweet potatoes. He almost winced. "No. I'm already hurting. Thanks, though. It was great."

Gemma gave him a small smile and patted his shoulder with his free hand. Then she placed the bowl on the table and sat down in the vacant chair next to him. "How are you doing today, sweetie? I know this must be hard for you, without your mom."

Hap just shrugged, hiding his emotions in a way that had become second nature to him over the years. "I'm ok."

When she raised an eyebrow and gave him a knowing smirk, he sighed. "I'm fine, Gem. Really."

After a few moments she must have realized she wasn't going to get anymore out of him, because she simply nodded and stood from her chair, making her way towards the kitchen. But she paused after a couple of steps and turned back to face him. "Listen, Hap…"

When he turned to face her, Gemma had an uncertain expression on her face, which was very rare for Mrs. Teller-Morrow. "Over the past few weeks, I don't know what it is but you just seem...different. I know you're not one for sharing, but do you want to talk about anything?"

The same emotionless mask was still on Hap's face when he shook his head no.

Gemma waited a beat before nodding once more. "Ok. I'm just saying I'm here for you."

When Gem finally walked away, Hap knew he should take a few minutes to think about what she'd said; to come to terms with how his life was changing, how he was changing, and try like hell to figure out how to keep it all from spiraling out of control.

But right then he didn't care about any of that. Because in the next moment, when his phone vibrated on the table in front of him, all Happy thought about was his gorgeous brunette in Bakersfield, and her sweet, funny texts that had been the very best part of his day.

And he was far too distracted by reading Sarah's words to notice that Gemma was still watching him from the doorway, or to realize that, as he stared down at his screen, he'd finally allowed himself to smile.

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