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Chapter Three

"I'm sorry, Mr. Oswald cannot meet with you today sir. He has several pressing matters that he must see to immediately. Yes, I will be sure to tell him that. Have a lovely day." I spoke cheerfully into the phone and typed the information into my list of notes for the day. I had been so busy that I hadn't had time to eat and the baby was letting me know.

"Hello Milla, is my husband busy?" I looked up and gave a bright smile to Karen. She was a good woman and had gotten over her distaste for SAMCRO after the events in Funtown. I placed a finger up to give her a minute before I buzzed the intercom. "Karen's here to see you Elliot."

"Send her in Milla, thank you." I grinned and got up to take Karen's coat before she went in, that's when I noticed Tristen sitting in the reception area looking bored.

"Hey Tris." I greeted as I put Karen's coat in the special niche with Elliot's and mine.

"Hey Milla, I didn't know you were working today. Dad said someone hurt you. I wanted to visit you but he said you got out of the hospital." She got out of the chair and came up to me. She had a sad look on her face as she traced the yellowing bruise that still covered most of the right side of my face,

"I'm fine Tris, wanna come sit at my desk for a while? I'm still working but we could chat and Juice put some new stuff on my phone that you could figure out, then tell me how to use it." She grinned and nodded as she followed me into my work space. Oswald Construction had a receptionist and her desk was in the main area. As Mr. Oswald's personal assistant I had a partitioned area next to his office. It was convenient for private chats but Juice and I had learned that passionate trysts were not meant for the area.

After about 45 minutes Tristen was busy adding different applications to my IPhone, under the restriction that they must be free and useful, though I did hear the sound of bubble wrap being popped. Tristen had also kindly taught me how to use the application Juice had put on the phone that was a virtual phone tree, it would automatically call people in sequence or send out simultaneous texts to everyone on the list or "tree". She'd sent out a "test" text to everyone on the tree with Juice at the head and he'd sent a text almost immediately to make sure I was ok. It's how I learned that the texts were prefaced with "alert", I had Tris close the app after that, especially when my mother called and Jax was nearly frantic, he'd been especially protective after the Caruso situation.

"Hey baby." Tristen and I looked up to see Juice grinning as he leaned against the partition. Tristen smiled shyly while I got up and gave my husband a hug.

"What are you doing here?" I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"After the heart attack you gave me with the text I thought I'd come see what's up. Also, it was a direct order from Jax."He smiled and leaned against the wall. "Hey Tristen, how you doing?"

"I'm good Mr. Ortiz." She ducked her head, she was doing a lot better but she still was nervous around men.

Juice nodded and watched me work for a while before he grabbed a chair from the reception area and brought it in. The door opened and Karen came out, not looking happy.

"Tristen, we're going home." She said tersely before she saw Juice sitting in the other seat. "Oh, hello Mr. Ortiz. Here on club business?"

Juice and I shared a look at her tone. She'd gotten over her distaste of SAMCRO for the most part but it seemed like there were going to be occasional flare-ups. Juice simply shrugged before he flashed her his devastating smile.

"No Mrs. Oswald, I just came to check on Milla. There was a miscommunication with her phone." He was such a charmer.

"Of course, it's nice to see a man putting his family first for once. Tristen say goodbye to Milla, we're going home." Tristen stood up and gave me a hug before she handed me my phone and walked out with Karen. Juice gave me a wide eyed look and it was my turn to shrug. They hadn't fought a lot from what I could see when they did it was a blowout.

"Milla, I need your assistance with something." Elliot's voice came through the intercom sounding strained and I grabbed some incense from my desk drawer. He had high blood pressure and I did what I could to help calm him down.

"I'll be back babe." I whispered and Juice nodded.

"Milla, I have a favor to ask you. This is something that goes far beyond your duties as my personal assistant." Elliot looked heartbroken and my heart went out to him.

"What do you need Elliot?" I sat in his guest chair and looked expectantly at him.

"I need you to find a way to keep tabs on Karen. I think…I think she may be having an affair." He brought his fist to his mouth and I got up and went to him. I placed a comforting hand to his shoulder and he patted it.

"I'm gonna need to bring my husband in on this. He's the surveillance master." Elliot nodded and took a deep breath.

"I trust Ortiz, he's a good man. Better than even your father gives him credit for. Take the rest of the day off Milla, I will. Just bring me anything you get when you get it." I nodded as I squeezed his shoulder and got out of the room.

Later that night I lay in Juice's arms. He had spent the evening teaching me everything he knew about surveillance and doing some quick searches of Karen's credit cards and bank statements. There was some unusual activity but nothing concrete. Eventually I was just exhausted and Juice joined me in bed. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was barely eleven thirty and it made me laugh.

"What's so funny babe?" Juice asked as he kissed the unbruised temple and put a possessive hand over my steadily swelling abdomen.

"Did you ever think we'd be the ones living in boring domesticity?" I smiled and snuggled deeper into his arms. I could practically feel his smile as he answered.

"Domestic yes, baby. I always wanted this domestic thing with you but don't think for a second our lives will ever be boring." I saw the wisdom in his words and a yawn escaped. Soon enough I fell asleep with his hand running over my stomach.