lennon9091: Juice is a real sweetie, it's what drew me to him in the first place :):) thanks for reviewing, hope you enjoy this part as much as the last one!

docsangel: Thanks for the review! I'm really glad you enjoyed the last instalment :):)

maggiescousin: I can't tell if you're review was angry or frustrated... so Imma just say that no, that's not the end... I'm planning on writing for every season and then possibly an added instalment afterwards :):)

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Hey guys, so this is the first chapter of a mini series that's set between parts 3 & 4 of The Princess. I wanted to give a little insight to Scarlett's life while Juice is away, and his life while he's in prison. It'll be a four part series, and I'm going to tray and post each one on the next few Sundays :):)

Bamby

SPOV

Two and a half months.

I sat on the lounge in my house, Santana the Saint Bernard lying on the floor by my feet. I had gotten her about a month ago, two weeks after the guys were locked up. The house was just too quiet, and a puppy seemed like the perfect solution.

"Hey, you ready?" Jordan asked as he walked out of the kitchen.

He had been staying with me most night, crashing on the couch. If it wasn't him it was Ope, Kozik or Chibs. They were all worried, with everything that had happened with the Russians before. How Jax had been attacked in prison mere weeks ago.

I nodded, reaching out for him to take my hand so he could help me up. My stomach had grown more, not so big it was ridiculous, but enough that I now stuck to wearing over sized shirts and jumpers.

He helped me up, Santana on her feet in an instant. Jordan reached for her, picking her up before handing her to me, her tail wagging crazily.

"Chibs said it's still okay for her to be at the clubhouse, right?" I asked, laughing as Santana wriggled in my arms.

Walking us to the door, Jordan nodded. "He said she can stay as long as you need her to," he told me for the millionth time.

We exited the house, Jordan staying back to lock it up as I moved to my car, his bike parked next to it. Originally it was going to be Ope or Chibs himself that would be taking me, but they had a job to do today, which left me with my favourite prospect.

I waited by the car, Jordan rushing over to open the back door and taking Santana from me. He placed her on the seat, making sure her dog seat belt was on before closing the door and opening mine.

I nodded my thanks, slipping into the car. He made sure I could get the seat belt on before he closed the door and rushed over to the driver's side, getting in himself.

Starting the car, he turned to me. "Ready?"

I nodded, feel nerves bubble inside me. "Ready."

With that, he drove off, heading for Stockton State Prison.

JPOV

I sat at the table, placing my tray down in front of Jax. The boys all smiled and patted my back, the grin never leaving my face.

Clay looked to me seeing the excitement on my face. "Get to see your girl today!"

I nodded. "Yeah. I can't wait." I was so nervous and excited. I hadn't seen her since we got here a two and a half months ago. It was killing me. But today was the day.

At first, when I found out she was visiting me, I felt bad. I knew Jax and Clay would probably want to see her too, they're family. But when I offered the visit to both of them, they slapped me across the head, claiming I was an idiot for even asking. They were right. I needed to see her. I just couldn't wait.

"Too bad you can't get conjugal visits unless your married," Tig laughed, earning a punch to the shoulder from Jax.

SPOV

I sat at the table in the open room, Jordan next to me. We hadn't brought anything with us, so the check in was pretty fast. We just sat there talking as we waited.

I'd wanted to visit sooner. Being away from Juice and the others just didn't feel right. But I hadn't been feeling well, and was dealing with a lot of crap. The garage needed constant attention too, and with a lack of helping hands, I'd found myself too busy to do much but work and sleep.

Also, moving into Tara's dad's place had taking up some time. Chibs, Ope and the guys helped me of course. We'd moved all of Juice's and my stuff from our room at the club to our new house. But then I'd shooed them off so I could settle in myself.

It hadn't taken long for me to feel lonely, hence the puppy.

There was a buzz, signalling that a door was opening. I looked up, seeing Juice heading our way, a guard close behind him. I stood, moving around the table before throwing my arms around Juice. His lips found mine, kissing me eagerly, lovingly.

Stepping back, before we got in trouble, I looked up at him, seeing his eyes fall to my stomach. "Wow." His smile beamed as he got to his knees, hand placed softly on my belly. I laughed as one of the babies kicked, Juice looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. "They kicked!"

I nodded, hand resting on his. "They know who their daddy is."

He stood, grabbing my hand before taking a seat. He nodded to Jordan. "I thought Chibs was coming?"

The prospect shook his head. "They had a job to do. I offered to take her instead seeing as Gemma's still under house arrest."

Juice didn't respond, I had a feeling he didn't really like Jordan. Instead he turned back to me. "Tell me everything."

Smiling, I did as he asked, "Well, Tara's doing good with the pregnancy. Abel's getting bigger. Chibs misses you almost as much as I do. I think Kozik might patch over. Ope and Lyla are planning their wedding, but they won't have it until you guys are out. I bought a dog-"

"What's it's name?" he asked as his face lit up even more.

"Santana, she's a Saint Bernard," I answered, seeing Jordan shake his head.

"I told her to get something a little tougher looking, but it just made her want the pup even more."

Juice, once again ignoring Jordan, smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the side. "It's perfect. You're perfect." He leaned over to give me a quick kiss. "God, I miss you so much."

"So." I leaned back. "Tell me about the guys. They're all doing okay?"

He just laughed. "Yeah, we're okay. Nothing much to tell really. I haven't had to do anything like last time with Dion." I chuckled, remembering what Tig had told me about what happened last time they were locked up. "Clay told me everyone thinks I'm his." He shuddered. "But at least I'm left alone then."

"Good... but I don't think I like the idea of my dad and boyfriend dating..." I joked, grinning cheekily at him.

He just shook his head. "It's not funny."

"Sure it is." I leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Tell Clay I said thanks for taking care of you," I told him, more serious.

He nodded, squeezing my hand. We sat there talking a bit more until it was time for me to go. I hated it, having to leave him. I could tell he didn't like it either as he held on to my hand as long as he could before the guard came to escort him back.

I watched, hugging myself. Jordan stood behind me, a hand on my back for support. Giving him one last sad smile I watched as Juice disappeared...

Bamby