She wasn't looking forward to the little heart to heart that Happy had planned when they got back to the house. He wouldn't be thrilled that his Ma was talking about babies again. He'd mostly likely lose his shit when he found out what Marcela had said to her.

She secretly hoped he forgot about the whole thing by the time they got back to the house. Her hopes were short lived, they hadn't been in the house but five minutes when he was pulling her down on the couch with him.

"You ready to tell me what's bothering you"

"I'm fine." She started to get up, but he pulled her back down.

"Try again. You zoned out right after you and Ma talked. So?"

"You don't want to know." She again tried to get up, this time, he pulled her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

""Spill it!"

"You asked for it! She asked me if I was pregnant, told me a woman knows these things." She felt his body stiffen, his had moved to her flattened stomach.

"Are you?" His voice held a hint of anxiety. Looking into his eyes, she could see fear, it made her feel apprehensive in wanting to even bringing the topic up. Pushing his hand away from her stomach, and his arms away from her, she got up, walking across the room. Turning around, she looked at him, still sitting on the couch.

"We've been careful." Biting her lip, she looked at him. He got up, coming across the room, standing in front of her.

"That's not an answer! Are you pregnant?" His tone was harsh, he was looking down at her.

"No. We've been careful, and if there was a slip up, I know your feelings on having kids." She pulled the door open, going out to the porch, trying to control her emotions. He was right behind her, turning her around, to face him.

"What do you mean by that?" His dark eyes were staring down into hers.

"Nothing, just forget it! I'm not pregnant and that's all that matters!"

"Answer my damn question!" He ground out between his clinched jaw, giving her a small shake.

"It would be my decision on what to do." She stepped away from him, going to sit on the railing on the other side of the porch. He followed her, his hands framing her face.

"I don't get any say?"

"I'd consider your opinion, but in the end I'm sorry it's my body, and my decision. If you don't want it, then you don't want me." She got up, pushing past him, stopping at the door, looking back over her shoulder. "It's ridiculous to even be talking about this, considering I'm not even pregnant!" She went inside the house, going up stairs, to get ready for bed, she suddenly felt very exhausted.

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Waking up the next morning, she couldn't even be sure he came to bed the night before. Looking at his side of the bed, it didn't look like, it had been slept in, she usually woke up, when he slipped into bed, because he'd pull her against him. That didn't happen last night, she was exhausted but she would have woke up when he got in bed. Pushing herself up out of bed, she changed into shorts and a t-shirt, heading out into the hall, she listened to see if she could hear what part of the house he was in.

The house was silent, she made her way down stair, planning on fixing some coffee. It was apparent that Happy wasn't in the house, that she was alone. Standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. Pulling her hair up in a messy bun, she decided to start cleaning the house from top to bottom, to get her mind off of the fact that her fiancee had left, and didn't leave a note.

For all she knew he was balls deep in some whore somewhere, she turned on the radio, finding an oldies station she blared the music. She went through the house, stripping all the beds, and washing the bedding, she started cleaning up stairs, and worked her way down. She had just finished the up stairs, and was coming down, when the front door opened.

Happy was standing in the living room, staring out her, she was sweaty, and filthy, she ignored him and went into the kitchen starting to clean. He followed her, leaning against the door watching her. "You don't have to do that."

"Did you have fun, wherever you've been? Doing whoever you were doing?" She continued to clean the kitchen, with her back to him. She was spun around, and pushed against the counter.

"I wasn't with anyone else! I haven't been since I started being with you! I drove around last night, clearing my head, then this morning I went to see my Ma. I wanted to talk to her."

She just stared up at him. "Did you clear your head? Get your answers?" He pulled her to him kissing her. "Stop, I'm sweaty, dirty, and smelly." She tried to push away from him.

"We both need a shower!" He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Carrying her upstairs to the bathroom, pulling her clothes off then his, reaching in to turn the shower on. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her hungrily. "I love you."

"I love you too." Picking her up, he stepped into the shower.

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The call came at two am, the one that no one wants, to come to the hospital, because your loved one has taken a turn for the worse. It took some convincing, but she got Happy to agree to ride in her car, instead of taking his bike. She drove to the hospital, trying to stay calm for him, he didn't utter a word, just stared straight ahead. She pulled into the parking garage, he was out of the car, and walking towards the hospital.

She locked up the car, grabbing her bag, following behind him, moving as quickly as she could. They got off the elevator, getting to Marcela's room, the woman that looked lively the other day, now looked fragile. Happy collapsed in the chair next to the bed, holding her hand, gently stroking it. Devon went out to the nurses station to find out what happened.

"She had a small stroke, her body is still weakened from the fall and the pneumonia, then you add the cancer, she just isn't strong enough." She thanked the nurses for calling them, stepping back into the room, her heart broke at Happy crying at his Ma's bedside. She walked over, wrapping her arms around him, kissing the tip of his head.

At seven, she stepped out in the hall calling Jax, giving him a heads up, she then called her own Ma, asking her to get some things together for her and Happy. She also gave her an update. Going back into the room, she curled up on the couch, he pulled her into his arms.

"Where did you go?" He whispered against her ear.

"I called Jax and ma, giving them an update." She kissed him gently on the lips. "Do you want something to eat?"

"I don't want you going out by yourself..."

She cupped his face, looking into his eyes. "I'm going to run back to the house, and grab you a change of clothes. Then I"m getting us some food, no argument Lowman, don't make me go Gemma on you."

"I love you..." She could see him tearing up.

"I love you too. I'll be back soon." She left the hospital, getting back as fast as she could. From talking with Marcela earlier in the week, she knew the woman had her funeral pre-planned and paid for. She didn't want Happy to be burdened with anything, she also had instructions on what was to be done with the house. Devon knew where to find everything, Marcela had made sure to tell her.

She walked back into the room, Happy was leaning against the wall, watching his mom. Devon walked in, wrapping her arms around his waist. "The nurses said, her kidneys are shutting down. That she might not make it through the night."

"I'm sorry baby." She leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. His arms came around her, pulling her close.

"I'm not ready to let her go..." She looked up at him, reaching up, she touched his face.

"You have to be ready, she's to weak to come out of this Hap."

"She's a fighter, you only just met her you don't know shit!" His words were angry, he pushed her away, going over to the couch. Devon closed her eyes, exhaling slowly, knowing she'd have to be strong for the three of them. Sitting down, next to him on the couch, she touched his hand, he shook it off, staring straight ahead.

"Hap?" She looked at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, whatever you need, I'm right here beside you." Looking over at her, he fell against her crying, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, she just held him, not saying anything.

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Marcela held on for two more days, both Happy and Devon were at her side when she took her last breath. When they got back to the house, Happy locked himself in his mother's bedroom with a bottle of whiskey. She called Jax and her mom, letting them know, telling them she'd call later with more details. She called the funeral home, to go in and make arrangements for the day of Marcela's funeral.

Going to the bedroom door, she knocked on the door, there was no answer, the door was still locked. "Hap?"

The door was jerked open, he was standing there, glaring at her. "Get the fuck away from me! I don't want to see you or talk to you. I don't fucking need you!"

She slowly exhaled. "There's a garment bag in her closet, you need to take that to Julian's Funeral Home tomorrow at ten. She already pre-planned and paid for her funeral, you just need to decide on day and time. I will go stay at a hotel." She heard the door slam shut, she walked up stairs, going into the bedroom, Sinking onto the bed, she sobbed. Grabbing her bag, she shoved her clothes inside, walking into the hall, she ran down the stairs, out to her car.

Sitting in her car, she leaned her head against her steering wheel, she knew he was hurting, letting him have his space was for the best, that's what she was telling herself at least.

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"Hello." She answered the phone, still groggy.

"Where the hell are you Dev?" Jax's voice was full of concern.

"I'm staying at a Bed and Breakfast in town. Where the hell are you?" She was rolling over to her side, trying to wake herself up. It was bright and early the next morning, she yawned.

"I'm with Hap, where you should be."

"Don't you fucking judge me Jackson! You have no idea what the hell went on yesterday."

"I know your fiancee is out of his mind worrying about you because he woke up and you were gone!"

"Maybe he shouldn't have drank a whole bottle of whiskey, and locked himself in his mom's room for hours. When I went to tell him about the meeting this morning at ten, he told me to get the fuck away from him. I know he's hurting, so I gave him space, since it's only seven and I haven't gotten much sleep in the last few days, I'm going back to bed." She tossed her phone down, rolled over and went back to sleep.

She'd deal with all this shit later, when she was well rested, thinking about it, she grabbed her phone and turned it off. She didn't want a bunch of bikers beating on her door and waking her up. She curled up in a ball, pulling the blankets up around her, she fell back asleep.

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Happy sat in the waiting room of the funeral home by himself, it was nine forty-five he had hoped Devon would show up, but after the things he had said to her last night, he'd be lucky if she showed up to marry him. He held his head in his hands, the door opened, he looked up hoping it was Devon. He was let down, when it was an employee of the home.

"Mr. Lowman?" Happy stood up, carrying the garment back with him. "I'm Roger Julian, I talked to Devon yesterday. Will she be joining us today?"

"No, it's just me."

"If you'll follow me into my office, we can get the days and times set up." Happy followed him into the office, wishing Devon was with him.

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She was running late, she pulled into the parking lot at ten exactly, running inside, she scanned the waiting room. There was no sign of Happy, he either forgot the meeting or he was already in the office.

"Can I help you?" A female approached her.

"I have a meeting with Roger at ten, about arrangements for Marcela Lowman." The woman looked at her, giving her a dirty look.

"Mrs. Lowman's son is in with Roger. And you are?"

"I'm the future Mrs. Lowman, so I suggest your snooty ass show me to Roger's office, or you'll be riding bitch in Marcela's coffin!" The woman gasped, muttering under her breath. "Never mind, I'll find it myself." She found it, opening the first door. "Sorry I'm late." She went to sit down by Happy, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

The funeral would be in three days, everything was planned. There wasn't too much for them to do, Marcela had taken care of everything. They walked out together, he pulled her into his arms, burring his face into her neck.

"I'm so sorry Dev..."

She pulled back, cupping his face. "Look at me!" He raised his eyes, looking into her light colored eyes. "There's nothing to forgive, you were hurting."

"I don't deserve you. Please tell me you're coming back to the house?" She pulled his face down to hers, kissing him.

"Yes, baby I'm coming back to the house. I only left last night to give you some space." He picked her up, holding her close.

"We're okay? You still want to marry me?"

"You can't get rid of me Lowman."

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