Hello, Loves! After a long hiatus, I am back with the third installment of our Juice and Ally adventure. If you are new, be sure to check out Pretty Girl and then Strong Girl to reduce confusion within the story. To LoveInk . . . lookit! Lookit! I did it! And it wouldn't have happened without you! Enjoy!

Loud, animated voices woke Ally from a restless sleep. She quickly turned to her side to find the spot that her son Gabriel had been sleeping in empty. With a groan she rubbed her face and swung her legs out of the bed.

The volume on the TV was lowered, though not by much, as Ally pulled on her lilac silk robe around her.

"Gabe," she called out as she walked down the corridor, "turn it down!"

The volume continued to go down as she came into the living room and saw her three year old son Gabriel laying in front of the television with their German Shepard dog, Reaper, next to him.

"Sorry, mama," he said with wide, brown eyes and a mischievous grin. "Look! Mi'key!"

"I see Mickey, I just don't want to hear him so early," Ally replied as she ruffled his hair and motioned for Reaper to follow her. It was time for him to go out. "You know what today is," she asked as she let Reaper out into the fenced in back yard.

"Daddy!" Gabriel stood and jumped.

Ally grinned and scooped him up. "That's right! Daddy's coming home today!"

Today was the day her husband Juice was going to be released from the San Joaquin Correctional Facility. It has been three long years with him on the inside. Even though she and Juice had married before he went in in an effort to protect Gabriel and keep him with her, Ally adopted him with Juice's insistence and blessing.

"Are you excited?" At Gabriel's nod, Ally giggled. "Me too, baby. Let's get you some breakfast so we can get going."

Ally was giddy the entire time she and Gabriel got ready.

"Come on," she coaxed as she hurried him to the car and strapped him into his seat.

"I can do it," he whined, pushing her hands away from the clips as he kicked his feet.

Ally sighed and snapped the last one. "I know, Gabe, but we don't have all day. I gotta go by the shop before we go meet Daddy and Pops." Gabriel whined, but relented as Ally cranked the car and they left.

She had been waiting on this day for three long years. While the original sentence had only been for just over a year, the club's unfortunate involvement in a prison riot added extra time. Extra, precious time.

With Gabriel being extra squirmy, she carried him into her tattoo shop and greeted her employees quickly before dashing to the back to write checks. "Will you be quiet and color for Mommy so I can do this," she asked as she set Gabriel in the corner she had set up a coloring and toy station for him.

Gabriel paid her no mind as he immediately grabbed his favorite Mickey Mouse coloring book. The crayons exploded out of the plastic tub and rolled over the floor as he clumsily opened it. He wasn't bothered with it while picking up a broken red crayon to begin scribbling with.

Ally rolled her eyes and tried not to feel too agitated. Today was going to be a good day and those damn crayons would still be there all over her office floor when she came back.

Signing her name one last time with a flourish, Ally snapped the checkbook closed. "Okay, Gabe, put your coloring book and crayons up. It's almost time to go see Daddy."

Once the checks were secured in the safe, Ally scooped Gabriel up, who immediately squirmed to be let down. "Hold my hand," she told him as they walked out of her office. "Pike, checks are in the safe and if you need anything you have about thirty minutes before there's not chance in hell I'll answer."

Pike, her longest employee and right hand man, chuckled and kept sketching on his pad. "Aight boss lady. You'll be back Monday, right?"

"Right?"

"How bow legged you gonna be?"

"Very," Ally answered certainly, lowering her voice so the conversation was strictly between the two of them. "Juice is gonna have to clean out the cobwebs and stuff first, but once he does I'm riding him from sunup to sundown."

"Get it babygirl," he purred. "We got this. Get out of here and go see your man."

"Aight. See you guys later. Come on, Gabe."

Gabriel practically pulled her out of the shop and his hand broke away from hers before she was fully out the door. She called after him, but he was all ready stopped by his shoulder bumping into the leg of a tall, lanky man with a brown beard.

"Whoa, there little guy," the man chuckled as Ally rushed up. "I take it he's yours."

Ally nodded bashfully. "Yeah. Sorry about that. Sometimes he's a ball of energy that just likes to explode."

"That's all right," the mans said with a smooth cadence. "Boys will be boys after all. Tom Simpson." He held his hand out in introduction.

"Ally Ortiz," Ally replied politely, taking his hand.

"Lovely to meet you." His eyes never left her.

"Um," Ally pushed her hair behind her ears. She was becoming a little unnerved by his stare. "Thank you and, uh, sorry again. We gotta get going, right Gabe?"

Gabriel nodded eagerly. "I wanna see Daddy!"

"That's what we're going to do," she assured him. "Have a nice day, Tom."

She had all ready turned with her hand tightly wrapped around Gabriel's before he could answer and hurried to her SUV. The drive to TM was short, but felt so long. There was a crowd gathered at the garage, but no familiar motorcycles lined up yet.

"Where Pops?"

"Not here yet, Gabe," she told him as she unbuckled him from his carseat and helped him out. "But he'll be here soon. Come on. I see Grandma over there." She pointed to the picnic tables were Gemma Teller-Morrow was waiting. She smiled when she saw Gabriel running towards her and scooped him up.

"How you doing," she asked Ally walked to them.

"Anxious," Ally murmured in return. "Nervous. Excited. Can't wait for them to get here."

Gemma nodded in understanding. "You did good," she told Ally as she leaned against the picnic table. Gabriel pulled out a coloring book from Ally's bag. "S'not always easy making things work when they're inside."

Ally shrugged. "What can I say? I learned from the best."

Gemma chuckled while putting an arm around Ally's shoulders. "Wasn't just me, sweetheart. It was the whole club."

Ally grinned. "Yeah. You're right."

"Proud of you." Gemma pressed a kiss against Ally's cheek. Ally reciprocated and heard the distinct roar of motorcycles coming. "Daddy's home," Gemma cooed with a wink as Ally grinned and blushed like a schoolgirl.

"Gabe," she held her hand out for Gabriel to take and stand. "Daddy's here!"

Her heart fluttered like an iron hammer as she watched each bike enter one by one before her eyes latched on to a particular one that had been dormant in her garage for three years. One that was now purring loudly with a man who made her weak in the knees atop it.

She couldn't contain her smile as the finally free members of the Sons of Anarchy parked their bikes and got off. Juice's smile was like a lighthouse as soon as his eyes met hers. Ally stepped forward with Gabriel's hand in hers. She squatted as Juice took his helmet off. "Go say hi to Daddy," she murmured into Gabriel's ear before giving him a gentle push towards the bikes.

Gabriel grinned and ran towards him. "Daddy!"

With a playful growl Juice scooped him up and kissed his temple. "Hey little man. Missed you." Gabriel giggled and rested his head on Juice's shoulder as he quickly made his way to Ally.

She was barely able to murmur a shy 'hi' before he crashed his lips against her. Ally melted and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She had missed being this close to him this intimately. When she visited him at prison, they could only embrace momentarily and kisses were kept to chaste pecks only.

"Hey, Pretty Girl," Juice breathed when they broke apart. He rested his forehead against hers.

"Hey, Juan Carlos," she murmured back, her lips nuzzling his jawline.

"Pops!"

They jerked apart with their ears ringing. Gabriel was practically bouncing in Juice's arm and reaching out to Tig, who was hurrying towards them. He deftly scooped Gabriel out of Juice's arms and growled playfully into his grandson's neck. Gabriel shrieked and giggled.

"I'm deaf," Ally said, still rubbing her ear. Juice was doing the same. "I'm officially deaf."

"What?"

She narrowed her eyes at Juice, who grinned in response.

"Hey, baby girl," Tig greeted, kissing Ally's temple. She pecked his cheek and hugged him hard.

"Hey, Daddy," she replied as he walked away with Gabriel chatting his ear off. She shook her head and allowed herself to be pulled back into Juice's embrace. "Are you ready to come home?"

He nodded. "Oh, yeah, baby. But, the real question is," he leaned towards her ear, "are you ready for me to come home?" He smirked when he felt Ally shiver under his touch.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed. "I'm ready." She stealthily slid her hand between them and cupped him with a wink.

"Chapel! Ten minutes," Clay called out as members began moving towards the doors of the clubhouse.

Ally sighed and gripped Juice's kutte. "How long you gonna be?"

He shrugged and pulled her long hair over her shoulder so it cascaded down her chest. "Got some stuff to do today, but probably shouldn't be more than a coupla hours. What time you gotta leave to get ready?"

Tonight was Opie and Lyla's wedding. As tradition with Sons weddings, the wedding party had to consist of Sons and Old Ladies. Jax was Opie's best man while Ally was Lyla's maid of honor.

"Bout five," she murmured back, brushing her lips against his. She couldn't get enough of him and didn't want to take her hands off him. He was finally home.

One of his brothers tugged on his shoulders and Juice let them lead him away. He walked backwards and winked at her as Gabriel ran past his legs to Ally, his arms raised to be picked up. Tig was chasing him.

"Oh, you getting heavy," she exclaimed as she pulled him up. Tig, without stopping or missing a beat, crushed them both in a tight hug and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll see you tonight," he called over his shoulder as he headed towards the clubhouse. "Love ya, kid."

"Love you too, old man."