Here we go my faithful readers, the third installment of my Nikki and Juice series. I am soooooo beyond excited for you guys to read this, and for me to write it for you to read :) Let's see how you like the first chapter?! R&R

Chapter One

Nikki let out a frustrated groan, and sulked in her chair at Scoops, which was their ice cream shop, officially up and running. Chucky stood by her side, that cheesy grin plastered to his face, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know. I like them both!" Nikki groaned out, as she bounced a six month old Willow on her knee. The baby girl was teething, and drooling all over his little balled up fists, and a pink rattle that her daddy bought her with a built in teething ring. Currently Willow held the teething ring part in her mouth with a grip so fierce, slobber dribbling down her cheeks and chin, but she was still a dark brown curly haired mess of cuteness regardless.

It had been six months since Juice proposed to Nikki. She had been shocked, and asked him again, her mind on overdrive. She had asked him to let her think about it, and two days later, after a beautiful dinner, she had told him, "yes." They celebrated with wine, and he had massaged her aching shoulders, back and feet. In return she gave him a blow job, and spent the rest of the day in their pajamas, watching movies, diaper changes and breast feeding.

There was only a month two months left before the wedding. The couple had decided on a mid-November wedding. Everything was pretty much set, except for the food and the wedding cake.

Juice had been more than generous with Nikki, telling her, "This wedding is just for you babe, get whatever you want." He had failed to mention a price to her, so she had gone a little overboard in some areas, but what the hell, it was their day, and she wanted it to be special.

At the moment, Nikki was attempting to taste test two cakes Chucky had made and presented. One was a Strawberry and Cream cake with a hint of ginger. The second cake was a double fudge cake, with hazel nuts on the side, and a layer of vanilla cream on the inside.

Just as Nikki was getting frustrated with her decision of cake choices, because she wanted them both, a slew of bikers pulled up in front of Scoops. With a skip to his step, Chucky headed to the door, happily holding it open for the guys to walk in, Chibs, Bobby, Tig, Happy and Juice.

Juice headed over to his fiancé, slouched in the chair, and he picked Willow up, holding her above his head, as he blew raspberries into her belly, she giggled, and wiggled her arms and kicked her legs, before he rested her against his chest. He placed his hand on Nikki's shoulder, and she looked up at him, and he leaned down to kiss her. They lingered against each other a bit longer than they should have, but the guys didn't mind, chose to turn a blind eye to it instead.

"Mmm, you taste good baby." Juice whispered into her ear, after they broke apart. Nikki blushed, and she playfully smacked him, causing him to laugh, and take a seat next to her. Nikki picked up the spoon she previously used to taste the cakes, and spoon fed Juice the strawberry one first, then the chocolate one.

"Those are good, I like them both." Juice said, nodding. He picked Willow up, stood her up on his knees, rattle still in her fist. She smiled the biggest smile she could muster, and started baby jumping, bending her knees then popping them straight up again, rattle shaking in her hand as she let out a high pitched squeal ,catching everyone's attention.

"But which one do you like the best?" Nikki asked.

"I don't know. Which do you like?" Juice asked in returned.

"Both." They smiled at each other, like some secret, unspoken agreement. "Chucky!" Nikki called out, and within a split second, Chucky emerged from behind the counter.

"Can you keep the chocolate fudge cake, but mix the strawberry cake with it?" Juice asked, trying his best to explain the cake mixing with a bouncing, giggling baby on your lap is not so easy.

"Just mix the two together." Nikki offered simply.

"I accept that." Chucky said, smiling from ear to ear, nodding like an obedient dog. He reached out with those fake plastic hands of his, and managed to pull the plates onto them before skipping off behind the counter.

A group of teenage girls walk in, huddled together and giggling. By the looks of it they looked to be around fifteen maybe sixteen, and they looked nervous. Happy probably wasn't helping that in anyway, he was staring at them as if they all shared one body with all their own heads on top of one shoulder. Way, the girls walked in, giggling like mad, and Chucky greeted them happily. It took a few minutes, some of the girls already knowing what their favorite flavors were, and other wanted to taste test every single one of those damn flavors. Chucky was more than happy to help with that.

Finally when all eight orders had been made, the girls tucked themselves in a booth in the corner, talking quietly amongst themselves and giggling. A few minutes later Rat came in, pulling his gloves of as he took a seat at the bar stools, which Happy was standing, leaning against the side of the counter. The quiet banter between the teens got even quieter, and it made Happy that much more curious. Happy didn't trust anyone, except for his own, other people, no way, there was a while when Chucky first came along that he didn't like him either. The man was probably thinking something along the lines that one of the girls had an AK stashed in her back pocket and once she was done with her ice cream, would pull it out and use it on every single one of them, on behalf of a rival club. He knew the thought sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't help it, something was fishy with those girls, just like something was fishy with every single person that walked into their shop. None of those girls had anything in their pockets or even down their pants, they were all wearing tiny shorts, and tank tops, dressed like little hookers, Happy thought.

Rat wiped his forehead of sweat, and asked Chucky for a scoop of ice cream. The boy was skinny as hell, but could out eat anyone anytime.

About five minutes later, a brown haired girl with big brown eyes got up from the table, shyly walked over to Rat, ignoring the confused glare happy was giving her, she leaned in, eyes staring into his when she finally got his attention. She grabbed his face in hers, and smashed her lips to his. When she finally pulled away, they stared into each other's eyes. Rat had been completely taken off guard, head spinning, and his stomach was doing this weird swirling thing like a tornado or something. She let go of his face, smiled, and skipped out of the ice cream shop, her friends following her.

The rest of the guys just stared at him, speechless. It was Nikki who stood up, cradling her now sleeping infant in her arms, patted Rat on the shoulder, and said: "Don't get too giddy now." Before walking out of Scoops and over to her brand new black Jetta. It wasn't anything fancy, she had always wanted a new car, never had one, and about a month after Willow was born, Juice had surprised her with it, saying that she would need something reliable to get their daughter to and from doctor's appointments, or just in case of an emergency, because he wasn't going to take their baby on their bike, at least not for a good long time.

Juice followed her out, taking the baby carrier, and clicking it into the basket it sat in, in the back seat. Juice then pushed Nikki against the car door, his hands resting on her now curvy hips. Pregnancy had changed her body, where she thought she was curvy before, she was even more curvy, her breasts were bigger, her stomach a little more fluffy, thighs a little bigger, and for a long time she had been depressed about her new looks, but Juice had assured her that she looked beautiful, and he loved her and he wouldn't have her any other way. It had taken her two months before she let him see her naked again, feeling completely embarrassed with her body image. Juice had enough, after two more than two months of no sex, since the last month of pregnancy Nikki was bloated like a large balloon and was simply too tired and too uncomfortable to have sex. Juice had been more than understanding and attentive to all her needs, but he finally couldn't take it anymore, and pushed her down to that mattress and fucked her long and hard, whispering dirty things into her ear, and when they both came, he held her close, peppering kisses along her jaw and neck, and telling her how much he loved her and how beautiful she looked laying in his arms.

Nikki wrapped her arms around him, looking up at him through her large sunglasses, a smile on her face, playful as ever as she pushed her hips forward against Juices. He smiled down at her, she wiggled her eyebrows playfully. They shared another loving kiss, but Juice broke it off. "I have a few things I need to take care of at the garage, but I'll be home soon. Alright?"

"Sure babe." Nikki said, "But you are going to make this up to me later." She said grinning.

"Who? Me?" Juice asked, exaggerating, "Of course baby, just wait and see what I have planned for you tonight." He said into her ear. She giggled, and squealed just a little when she felt him nibble at her neck, before placing a soft kiss there.

"I better go before this one wakes up." Nikki said. Juice stepped away, and watched Nikki turn to get in the car. He had to take advantage, so he stepped up, pulled his hand back, and smacked her ass. Nikki quickly got in the car, turning her head out the window, and playfully glaring at him, she couldn't keep a straight face though, and soon broke out in a wide smile. "I love you." Juice said. "I love you too," Nikki replied, and she drove away.