I had a little bit of inspiration to work on this after several requests from readers. It might not exactly be what you wanted but it's a start. I have a couple of more chapters possibly stirring around but no promises on when I'll find time to update this again. This has always been an unintentional fic that started out as a one shot and became so much more than that. I love that you all love this one so much.

Thank you for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows for this fic. I hope I don't disappoint you too much with this one. But… it happens.

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Chapter 11 It Happens

It was happening today and I was going to miss it.

I smeared the wad of toilet paper across my watering eye; stinging from where I'd jabbed it with my mascara wand from my hands shaking. Hell, everything was shaking like I had the palsy today. "Calm down Pamela." I chided myself looking with my one eye at my reflection.

That was easier said than done. I was only going to get more nervous and more anxious. My stomach had been twisted into knots all morning long to the point of nausea. When the nausea would subside I was left with an acid burning in the back of my throat like I had now. Tums was fast becoming my best friend.

I threw the toilet paper down into the wastebasket grabbing the mascara wand again. I had to look perfect. I had to look like the Pam that Happy remembered outside of those concrete walls. I had to go make sure my shirt was done drying since I hadn't trusted myself to wear it while I put make up on without spilling anything on it which turned out to be a damn good idea.

"Mommy!" Hailey's too loud voice yelled from the living room. "Is it time yet?"

"Not yet baby. But soon." I promised her glancing at my watch for confirmation. "Try not to get wrinkled up and messy okay?"

No reply of course. My little girl was fast becoming a preteen that needed a firmer hand than I had with her. I couldn't bare to punish her but lately it seemed the fits and whining were getting worse with each day. It'd been this way with her ever since she'd been old enough to understand where her father was at and that he couldn't come with us.

I'd had a shaky morning that day too, with her asking the same exact question, waiting by the door scared I'd forget her. It broke my heart to remember this incident.

"Is it time yet?" She asked me innocently from her perch on top of the coffee table, swinging her sneaker covered feet and forth so that they banged against the leg with a small thump.

I gave her a stern look going to grab my keys from the kitchen counter. "We're about to leave. Trust me, I don't want to miss it either kiddo."

"But you told Auntie Gemma that you didn't care if you ever saw him again." Hailey pointed out a little too smugly for her age.

"Sometimes adults say things they don't mean." I explained motioning for her to get up as I headed for the door. "Lets not mention that to Daddy though alright?"

She shrugged skipping out onto the sidewalk as I held the door open for her, then we were off for Stan Joaquin. Visitation was in exactly 30 minutes and I had a 40 minute drive to make. Speeding ticket it was.

I put the poor Altima's speed to the rest, running red lights where I dared as the minutes on the car radio ticked away. I had to make it there, I just had to. There was no other option. I couldn't not see Happy. I had to see him. God, I had to. I missed him like crazy. I missed him more than anything.

I missed him enough to risk the flashing blue lights that were signaling for me pull over on the side of the 18, sirens wailing behind me. "Shit." I cursed under my breath pulling over onto the right shoulder off of the road.

I rolled the window down, poking my head out hoping to charm my way out of this. "I'm sorry, I know I was going a little fast." I apologized as Cane approached the maroon car shaking his head at me.

"A little fast? Try 15 over the limit Mrs… Ms. Hayes." He read off of the tablet in his hands that he had no doubt ran my tag with. "I need to see your license if you don't mind."

I bit my lip glancing over at Hailey who was peering from the backseat. "Don't worry sweetie, we'll still make it." I tried to reassure her.

But we didn't. Cane took his sweet ass time running my license, checking for warrants, lecturing me on running stop signs, speeding, and finally handed me my tickets that I couldn't afford to pay anyways. We had 30 minutes of visitation left if traffic wasn't too bad and I knew it was pointless to even try and make it there.

"We're not going to see Daddy?" Hailey asked in the expectant way only a child could.

I felt horrible when I shook my head forcing myself to give her a small smile. "Not today sweets. We ran out of time. But maybe next week we'll just leave early okay?"

"But you told me if I was good all week I could see Daddy."

Sighing, I pulled back onto the highway. "I know I did, but you can't now. Mommy ran a stop sign trying to hurry."

"Daddy ran a stop sign. That's why he's away right?" Hailey asked me with her arms crossed over her purple Barbie shirt.

Shit. I'd forgotten that was the lie we told her when she asked why Happy was in jail. "Umm.. Well Daddy did a few other things too. But listen we'll go see him next Saturday. Okay?"

"I want to see him now!"

"We can't go now Hailey, you know that." I grabbed for my cigarettes, nerves on the fritz and it wasn't even noon yet.

"I want my Daddy!" She shrieked making me jump from the volume her voice reached. "Now!"

I'd barely driven a mile down the road before I was pulling over again, my heart breaking to turn around and see the tears rolling down her tanned cheeks. "I'm sorry baby, I want to see Daddy too."

"Why can't Daddy come home with us? Doesn't he miss me?" She cried into her hands as I climbed into the backseat to try and hug her.

"Hailey, you know he loves you so much. But he has to stay there just a while longer okay?" I stroked her dark hair, my heart breaking into a million pieces for this tormented little girl.

"But why?" She cried into my shirt her back shaking with her sobs. "Kira said if Daddy's love you they don't leave you. He left me."

Tears were starting to run my cheeks now. "Listen to me baby, don't you ever question that again. Daddy would be with you every day if he could, but he can't come home for a while longer okay? Be a big girl and try to understand."

But she couldn't understand. As grown up as she tried to be, she was still a child that wanted her daddy.

I threw the mascara down as the alarm on my phone went signaling me that I needed to be leaving soon. I'd set three reminders so that I'd be at the clubhouse early before the guys got back. "Lets go baby!" I called down the hallway going to pull my shirt from the dryer.

I yanked it over my head, pausing to give myself a once over. I'd straightened my blonde hair our with a flat iron, applied make up three times before I got it right, and worn my tightest jeans and a clingy red shirt that hung just right over my small frame. I was getting along in age, but I still looked good. Or in my mind I did.

The drive over to the clubhouse only took us ten minutes, with my butterflies spreading their wings again inside of my stomach. One pump clad foot kept bouncing up and down on the floorboard as I waited for Hailey to get unbuckled before climbing out. This was it. It was about to happen. Just minutes away.

Hailey was just as excited as I was jumping up and down with her bright yellow and glittery sign as she chased around with a couple of the other club kids. There weren't many of them; but there was a small pack of rugrats hanging around now that a couple of the guys had taken old ladies. Poor sweet Juice had been head over heels with one of the newer crow eaters before learning she had a two month old baby.

"You look good." Wendy said coming up beside me, pushing her sunglasses up with a smile. "All glowing and shit."

I flashed her a grin, adjusting the top of my shirt nervously. "I hope someone else thinks so too. You're looking better too."

Wendy was freshly out of rehab; going on two months now that she was out. She was a different version of herself having completely kicked the habit once and for all she claimed. She'd been nothing but the model wife and Old Lady since getting back to Charming. I could tell the change in her was here to stay, and I was happy for her.

"Thanks. Listen, I was thinking I could keep Hailey tonight if you wanted some alone time." Wendy offered with a wink that made me flush despite being way too old for games and shit.

"I don't know. I think she's going to pitch a screaming fit if I even suggest it." I laughed knowing for a fact that she would. "I'll be lucky if I'm not the one sleeping over with you and Jax."

Gemma came closer, her hands on her thin waist nodding at me as the roaring of bikes got closer to the lot. "You remember what we talked about?"

I nodded back remembering that conversation all too vividly. It'd been a refresher so to speak; on the etiquette of keeping croweaters off of your territory. And my territory was a legend around here for the newer girls that were milling around in their Daisy Dukes and fishnets.

The bikes were pulling in, parking in a tight, neat little row one by one. My heart was pounding against my chest so hard I thought I'd explode when I spotted him on the bike I hadn't saw in so long. He stood up, tall and lean pulling his helmet off glancing around. And then he was looking at me, I could tell even with those sunglasses on that his eyes were glued to me.

Happy was home.

I wanted to run forwards and embrace him but I knew better. I stayed put unable to stop the grin from tugging across my face as he neared me on his long legs with quick strides. I waited until he 2 feet away from me before I lurched forward and threw my arms around him hugging him just as tightly as he was hugging me. "God, this feels so good." I whispered into his chest, my hands feeling the strong back underneath his kutte that I'd missed the smell off.

I felt a smaller body pushing between us, getting her own hug in and Happy laughed against my hair, tilting my chin back to look me in the eyes. "I missed both of my girls."

He kissed me almost gently, then the hunger behind it came just enough to make it clear what he wanted the second we were alone. And then he was letting go of my chin to lean down and grab Hailey into his arms hugging her just as tightly as he'd hugged me. "I made you a sign!"

"I saw that kiddo. Come show me again." He kept her in his hold despite her size, carrying her into the clubhouse in one arm, the other around my shoulders.

He waited until we were safely inside his old dorm room, it'd been cleaned and vacated once we were sure he was really coming home, and then he was all hugs and kisses again. He kept grinning at Hailey as she wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let go. "I didn't think you were really coming." she confessed.

"Hey, I said I was didn't I?" Happy challenged her prying her off just enough to sit beside him on the bed motioning for me to climb onto his lap.

I was timid, like I hadn't been this close to him before but I slid down on his knees still not believing this was happening. Happy was out; he'd met his parole requirements. He was here to stay as long as he had no violations. And I was fighting back the tears that were threatening to escape and ruin my make up for the fourth time of the day.

"But mommy said she didn't want to see you." Hailey blurted out looking straight at me.

Happy's grin didn't falter a moment. He just nodded at her. "She didn't mean it kiddo. Mom's been through a lot while I've been gone. But I'm back and I'm going to handle things again."

Hailey nodded like she understood giving him another tight hug before he said "Why don't you go play with Aunt Wendy or maybe Uncle Bobby's kids for a bit and let me talk to Mom for a while?"

Hailey didn't seem too thrilled on the idea of leaving Happy alone now that he was home but she slowly went to the door. "I'll be out in just a few minutes to see you again okay?" Happy promised her.

"Okay." she said before slipping out, leaving us alone.

Happy's mouth pushed down on mine, the fire spreading through my body to the tips of my fingers and the pads of my toes. "I want you. I want to fuck you, I've been thinking about this for years. Fuck, too goddamn long." He said huskily untangling me off of his lap to push me down onto the freshly made bed.

I'd be a liar if I said I'd never thought about it. I'd especially missed moments like this; Happy's mouth on my neck pushing my hands to his jeans where I could already feel the hard on pressing into my thighs. I was so wet, I wanted him so bad. I wanted him inside of me…. I wanted him to stop.

"Stop! Happy, stop!" I grabbed his hands as he started to grab my wrists to pull them above my head like he always had when we'd had sex.

Happy froze, staring down at me with his inky eyes. "Its me, don't be scared." He whispered regret showing as he let my wrists go.

But I was. I was shivering now from fear; not want. "I-I-.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I let the tears drop down unable to stop them from flowing over the dam I'd tried to build up.

"Nah. Its my fault. I knew better. I wasn't thinking." Happy reached up swiping his rough skinned fingers across my face. "You gonna be okay?"

I didn't know if I would be, but I nodded wrapping my arms around him again. "Just no.. don't hold me down."

I couldn't be held down again. Ever.

Because of what had happened while he was gone, and I'd never forgive him for it. It had been his fault I'd been working at that dive strip club to put food on the table. He'd promised me I would never have to do those things again; yet there I was shaking my ass for cash and whistles. I was getting older, I didn't have the same body as the younger girls. I wasn't an old hag; but I was getting curvier. My worry was starting to show.

I shut my eyes tightly thinking about on exactly what had happened as Happy tugged my second skin jeans down my thighs. Let him have his fun while I tried not to panic. I would remember why I was feeling this way. Why it had happened.

It happened because I was working on a Thursday which I tried not to do. I preferred busier nights Fridays and Saturday. Nights with a lot of customers and plenty of eyes around. Two of the girls had been snatched in the past couple of weeks putting us all on high alert. But I didn't worry. I never worried.

"Break Something" was booming from the speakers as I did my thing; shaking my tits at the guy who was getting married tomorrow morning. He was sloppy ass drunk practically falling off of his stool as he tried to shove the dollars into my panties. Smiling, I took them from him with a wink. "Thanks tiger." I purred cupping his cheek for a split second before cat crawling over to the next group of guys who were yelling for me.

The hard metal sounds of the bridge were pounding in my head as I spread my knees, doing a little 'ride em' motion on the stage before twirling my way back up to my feet. "Show us the goods!" Someone yelled to my left making me smirk a little bit.

I never showed everything. There was one part of my body that was for Happy's eyes only now. I would bare myself down to just a g string with my ass cheeks hanging out but I kept the V covered via my own personal rules. Tits were out with no hesitation. But the 'goods' were off limits.

"Maybe later sexy." I told the guy with one of my saccharine smiles leaning forwards for him to slide the twenty between my boobs.

His hand reached out daring to grab one before I shook my head and one of T.O's guys appeared instantly shoving him back. "Don't touch the girls!" he yelled over the music as I backed away going back to the pole for the last few seconds of the song.

Fred Durst would be proud to see me working it to his jams I decided as I whirled around the pole crazily dropping it down low every so often. The last few chords chimed out as I gathered my clothes from the glass bottomed stage, snatching up the few stray bills that I'd missed. Every dollar counted lately.

I crumpled them up into my stomach with my clothes, jogging into the dressing room to stuff them into my bag with the rest. I nodded at Monica who had more or less snubbed since the Toni incident, and pulled the gym bag towards myself shoving it all in. As always, I'd count my money at home. I paid my fees to the club up front so that whatever I got on stage was mine free and clear.

I didn't want to owe anyone anything once I was up there degrading myself. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and touched my cheeks. I was starting to look hollow faced from lack of eating. I was either too stressed for food or trying to save on groceries by not making myself anything lately. It was showing. "I'm out ladies!" I called out over their chatter as I pulled on my usual track pants and hoodie instead of doing a full change down.

I waved bye to a couple of them going to stand by the back door until one of the guys could walk me out. I tightened the hood around my face to avoid being propositioned by anyone. It was slam packed in here with people wall to wall. I tapped my toes impatiently seeing T.O and Jerry breaking up a fight while Lewis pushed someone back from Teri who was on stage dancing. Things were getting way too wild for my taste.

I waited another two minutes before slipping out of the door alone. I'd went out after work unescorted before with no problems, I could do it again tonight. I was a big girl. I could walk the 20 feet to my Altima without anything happening to me. I didn't need them to baby sit me.

It happened when I was unlocking my door. The clicker didn't work anymore so I couldn't just hit the button and do it. I was turning the key while I tried to kept my bag from my sliding down my arm when the blinding pain of being hit over the head with something happened. I screamed hitting the asphalt of the parking lot sliding to my knees.

"Listen bitch, you scream like that one more fucking time and it'll be the last time." A male's voice warned me.

I blinked trying to focus through the pain and fuzziness in my head. "I..I…" I stuttered and tried to talk as my gym bag was ripped from my hold.

Reaching up to touch my head to see if I was bleeding when I realized I felt wet, I noticed there were two of them. One was rummaging through my things throwing everything out of the bag except the cash I'd just worked a double for. "Don't take it. Please."

"Why not?" The second one asked grabbing me by my blonde curls roughly, jerking my head towards him. "Doesn't mean shit to us if you need it."

The first guy threw the bag down kicking it. "Where's the rest of it? There's gotta be more. I saw you up there."

"I don't have more." I mumbled feeling woozy as I slumped back against the tire. "That's everything."

He shoved his friend aside thrusting his hands into the kangaroo pouch of the hoodie checking for more money. "Where is it bitch?"

"Fuck you." I managed to muster up the words to say earning myself a hard back hand to the face that made my head spin like a roulette wheel.

"Tell you what, since you seem to be a broke ass slut, I'll take the rest out in trade." His awful hot stinking breath was on my neck leering at me.

I spat a mouthful of blood at him trying to keep up my brave front praying like hell that someone would come out. Anyone. "I'm gonna make you pay for that." He warned me dragging me up by the roots of my hair. "Keep watch." He snapped to the other one throwing my body around like a rag doll. "Then you can have the next go."

It happened. And I would never forgive Happy. Because I was stripping because he was thrown in jail leaving me on my own yet again. I'd trusted him. And in his words that I should have remembered from our first true emotional moment "It happens."

I opened my eyes back up noticing that Happy wasn't moving anymore. He was beside me holding me close. "I'm sorry Pamela." He whispered kissing my cheeks. "I'd gut those bitches if they weren't already dead."

"I know you would." I whispered back leaning into him pressing my palm onto his stomach to feel him again. "And I love you for it, I really do."

"But you hate me." He stated the obvious with a nod. "We've been there before babe."

"I don't hate you. I hate that you were gone. I hate that I had to be so strong for so long. I hate that we've spent more time fighting than loving each other." I was calming down kissing on his tattooed neck while my hand dipped lower fighting with the button of his jeans. "I hate that I'm scared to do this with you because even though you try to be so hard; I know you're not them."

Happy stared back with his deep dark eyes boring into me. "I'm not. And I feel like a pussy for this but I swear it ain't happenin again. Ever. I never meant for you to be on your own again. I broke a promise."

I nodded rolling back over onto my back tugging on him to roll with me so that he was on top again. "It happens."