Chapter Six
Juice woke up on Saturday morning in a great mood. They had gotten back into Charming late last night so he just crashed at the clubhouse instead of going to Ana's. Ana had worked late last night again and wasn't able to come and see him when he got in. But, he got to see Ana today. Not only that, but he got to work with Ana today. He always seemed to have fun, in the past, when she was working in the office and he was working in the garage. It didn't happen often, so he was looking forward to it today.
He hadn't seen her in ten days and that was getting to be a long time. He felt like he was going through withdrawal from not seeing her. Sure he talked to her on the phone and texted her numerous times throughout the day, but that wasn't the same. And as the ten days went on, he could tell something was wrong. Ana wasn't acting like herself. She wouldn't cop to something being wrong, she said it was because of work being busy and "manager problems", but her conversations with him got shorter and shorter. He was just anxious to see her, wrap her in his arms and kiss those sweet lips.
God he missed those lips, her body... just her... ten days was a long time for Juice to go without sex, but he was proud of himself that he kept his promise to Ana and was well behaved in Tacoma. No sweet butts for him, only his right hand, which could not compare to Ana.
So Juice hopped out of bed and into the shower to get ready for work.
"Yup! Today is gonna be a good day!" he thought to himself.
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She should have been ecstatic about today. Juice was back from his run. But she just could not find the positive attitude or the energy for it as she tried to fit into her last pair of jeans.
"Could this day get any fucking worse? Could this week get any fucking worse?" Ana thought to herself as she pulled her jeans off and put a pair of sweat pants on. Yeah, sweat pants. Sweat pants that were a bit too long for her short stature and pooled at her feet. Normally she would not be caught dead in sweat pants in public. But, today she had absolutely no choice. She had tried on every pair of her jeans and none of them fit. Not one of them. She felt like she gained ten pounds overnight. Mike was right, she was getting fat.
But that wasn't really the case. The fact was she had not worn her jeans for the last ten days because for the past week and a half she had been living in her scrubs. So what felt like an overnight gaining of weight really was just her body changing over the past ten days due to the pregnancy. She would have preferred to wear her scrub pants instead of the sweat pants, but those were all dirty.
But that wasn't the only thing making her mood horrible today. Her mother called her last night after her 3rd twelve hour shift in a row, her 10th day of working in a row, and told her that her and Clay were gonna head up to the cabin for the weekend and therefore Ana was needed at the garage on her first day off, a Saturday to top it all off. Ana never liked having to fill in for her mother at the garage because the guys never listened to her and even disliked it more because A) it was short notice, B) it was her Saturday off and all she wanted to do was sleep and watch Netflix and C) because on Saturday, it was the garages prime time for oil changes and that meant waiting customers that she would have to deal with.
This wasn't like Ana. Ana didn't point out the negative in situations, she tried to always be positive. But this whole week her ex-boyfriend, Mike, was making her life extremely difficult. He would say things to her like maybe she shouldn't take a lunch break or eat those extra yummy cookies from the cafeteria because he noticed she was getting a fat tummy. He wouldn't let her take a patient that was a victim of a beating because "her brother probably put him in there" and it would be a "conflict of interest". Ana knew that telling him she was pregnant would only entice him to make more comments and things would be worse.
So, Ana did her best to ignore him and to avoid him, but there were a couple times she had to leave the floor and go to the break room to wipe away tears. Especially when he mentioned her weight. Mike had gotten into Ana's head again. She had almost stopped eating altogether because of it. She had cut down on her drinking too because he was on her ass about how many bathroom breaks she took.
Her co-workers, who were close friends, encouraged her to report it, but she didn't want to make a big deal about it. One co-worker, who was also a croweater on the weekends, offered to tell Jax about it, but she was adamant that no one was to tell any member of the MC because she could handle it. But they could see a steady decline in her attitude and work performance due to it. She was not as energetic and fun to be around as she normally was. Her co-workers were worried that she might pass out at any minute. In all truthfulness, Ana felt like crap and was sure she looked it too.
Ana's head was so messed up with lack of sleep, working too much and not eating she had completely forgotten to take her vitamins for at least a week. The nurse is Ana's head was screaming at her that this was ridiculous and she needed to eat and take care of herself, but it was like a snowball effect... when she wouldn't eat because of something Mike had said, she lost her appetite too and not be hungry for the rest of the day. The lack of nourishment and lack of sleep made it all that much easier for Mike to get in her head. It didn't seem to make sense to anyone else, but that was just how Ana was.
Ana glanced at the clock. "Shit. She better get to the garage to open up," Ana thought seeing that it was almost 8:30am. She threw on a pink tank top to match her wonderful grey sweat pants, slipped into her favorite flip flops and ran into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up.
"What the fuck?" Ana exclaimed as she examined herself in the mirror. A pimple! Right in the middle of her chin. She hadn't gotten a pimple since she turned 18! Fucking hormones!
"What the fuck else could go wrong?!" she shouted to no one as she rummaged through her makeup to get her concealer out.
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"Ok, time to calm down," Ana thought to herself as she plopped in her SUV, granola bar and coffee in hand. Normally she would have a bit more for breakfast, but she just could not force herself to eat very much anymore. Especially now that none of her jeans fit.
Ana downed the coffee in no time as she cruised through the streets of Charming. She decided to stop really quick into the coffee shop/ bakery on the way and get a caramel latte with two, no three shots of espresso to wake her up a little more. Better make it a skinny latte with sugar free flavoring. While there she decided to get two dozen doughnuts for the guys. Usually, doing nice things for other people, like buying them doughnuts, would help put her in a better mood, but today she just didn't know if it would or not. Though she had to admit, the granola bar that was now being digested did make her feel a little stronger and not as weak and feeble as she had felt the past couple days.
So, latte with three shots of espresso in the cup holder and doughnuts on the passenger seat she made her way through the streets of Charming on her way to TM.
She smiled to herself when "Black In Black" by AC/DC came on the radio. This song always reminded her of one of her favorite movies, "Iron Man" and her favorite, sexy ass actor, Robert Downey Jr. God he was so damn sexy playing Iron Man.
"God damn, RDJ is sexy as fuck!" she thought to herself. What she would do if he were here in Charming and... GREAT! Now she was horny as hell AND in a horrible mood.
She had taken her eyes off the road for a split second to change the radio station and when she looked up the car in front of her had stopped for a yellow light.
"Fuck!" she yelled and slammed on the breaks causing her SUV to squeal and narrowly missed the stopped car. The doughnuts she had so nicely bought for the guys had toppled from the passenger seat onto the floor, some falling out of the box.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ana cried out to no one in particular, well maybe the car in front of her who stopped for a fucking yellow light.
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By the time Ana had reached TM she was at her whit's end. Ana was so angry and in a horrible mood that she sped into the lot like a crazy woman, narrowly missing the row of motorcycles and squealed her breaks while parking causing the guys that were sitting at the picnic tables to look up in her direction. She completely ignored their questioning looks as she got out of the car and went to the passenger side to pick up the doughnuts from the floor. She didn't care at this point if they had dirt on them or not, she just flung them back in the box and grabbed the boxes and her coffee. She stalked over to the guys and dropped the boxes of doughnuts on the table.
"Here are your fucking doughnuts," Ana said, not looking at anyone, turned and started to walk towards the office.
"Thanks Lil Bit!" Tig hollered as he dug into the doughnuts. "Hey, this one has one of your hairs on it!"
Ana just ignored him and continued her journey to the office. Once she unlocked the door she set her coffee down on the desk, plopped down in the chair and put her head on the desk. She closed her eyes and took a couple deep breathes trying to calm her nerves.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"What?" Ana said, not even bothering to lift her head to see who was at the door.
"Really?" Jax said, walking into the office. He was wearing a pair of jeans and his TM work shirt with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "That's how you greet people. I could have been a customer."
"Yeah," Ana agreed looking up to him, "But you are not a customer. You are my asshole brother. What do you want?"
Jax smiled a big smile at her. "Nice to see you too by the way. Our run was fine by the way. Why you are in such a shitty mood?"
"Fuck you, Jackson. I am not in a shitty mood. I'm fine," she glared at him. "Are you actually going to work today, Mister High and Mighty V.P.?"
"Sure you're not in a shitty mood," Jax nodded as he leaned his ass up against the desk and started to light the cigarette that was hanging from his lips.
"Jax!" Ana exclaimed. Jax turned his head toward her and lifted up his eye brows in a "What?" look as he inhaled the smoke. "You can't smoke in front of me! I'm pregnant!"
Jax turned toward her, placed his hands on the desk and leaned down to blow smoke in her face. "Jackson!" Ana coughed out. "Get out of here!"
"Is that why you are in a pissy mood? Because of hormones? Or is Juice not taking care of you?" he smiled a shit eating grin.
"I'm fine," Ana glared at him as she stood up, trying to make herself look much taller than she really was. "My hormones are fine. Juice is fine. Now get the fuck out!"
Jax stood up straight just as Ana used all her might to push him toward the door. Jax didn't budge.
"God damn it, GET OUT!" Ana tried to push him again. Jax just laughed. "You are like a God damn brick wall! Get out!"
Jax looked down at what his sister was wearing and laughed again. "Sweatpants? Really?" Jax knew just what nerves to hit with Ana.
"GET OUT ASSHOLE!" Ana screamed as she pushed Jax towards and out the door. Really Jax let her do it because there was no way she could push him out on her own.
"Don't forget to make some coffee, woman! We need some to go with our hairy doughnuts!" Ana slammed the door in his face and huffed back to the desk.
Jax just shook his head and smiled, taking another long drag off his cigarette. He walked over to the picnic table to where Dog, Half-Sack, Piney and Tig were.
"Careful guys," he warned just as Juice was coming out of the clubhouse. "Ana is in a pissy ass mood today. Just a warning to watch out."
"Did she say why she was in a pissy mood?" Juice questioned, slinging his TM work shirt on over his tight black tee shirt.
"Won't admit to anything, but I bet you are on her shit list too," Jax said pointing to Juice, taking another drag off of his smoke. Juice sighed and looked over toward the shut office door.
"Shit," Juice muttered. "And I thought today would be a good day."
"Did you do something to piss her off?" Tig asked, almost accusatorily.
"Not that I can think of," Juice answered. "I mean I haven't seen her in ten days, but other than that..."
"DING! DING! DING" Tig exclaimed. "That's it! She needs a good fucking!"
All eyes landed on Juice. "What?"
"It's your kid that's going to make us all suffer!' Tig explained. "Those pregnancy hormones, man, they screw shit up."
"You want me to go in there, fling her over my shoulder caveman style, take her to my dorm, fuck her just to see if that puts her in a better mood?" Juice asked incredulously.
"It's gonna be a long day, brother, if we don't get her in a good mood..." Jax explained with a shrug of his shoulder. The other guys just raised their eye brows and nodded in agreement.
"You guys are unbelievable," Juice sighed and rubbed a hand over his mohawk. He was actually having a hard time believing Jax was O.K. with this conversation.
"PROSPECT!" Everyone turned to see Ana had opened the door to the office and was now looking at all of the with a piece of paper in her hand. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND START ON THESE REPO'S!"
Everyone's heads then turned to Half-Sack. Most of the guys had a sympathetic look on their face, except for Jax who was smiling and laughing at the Prospect. "You heard the woman. Get to it, grunt," he ordered.
" JUICE! THE WI-FI ISN'T WORKING! THE REST OF YOU GET YOUR ASSES IN THE GARAGE AND GET TO WORK!" Ana screamed and slammed the door.
"Go take one for the team, Juicy," Tig encouraged as he finished his doughnut.
Juice let out a long sigh as he and Half-Sack started walking toward the office.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
"What?" Ana yelled toward the door from her seat at the desk.
Half-Sack and Juice appeared in the office. Ana glanced up for a moment to see who it was but then turned her gaze to the list sitting on her desk. She knew if she were to look at Juice in his tight black tee shirt that showed off his pecs and abds and his work pants that hung so sexily low on his hips that she would not be able to control herself, even if she felt like crap.
"Repo's need done," she said to Half-Sack, but didn't even look at him or Juice. "Take Tig with you. He's not doing a damn thing besides sitting on his ass and it's pissing me off."
Half-Sack took the list, nodded to Ana and walked out the door, closing it on the way out.
"So," Juice exhaled and rubbed his mohawk slowly. "Ya wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" Ana asked, still not looking at him. She shuffled through papers.
"Why are you in a bad mood?" Juice questioned cautiously. "Thought you would be happy to see me."
"I'm in a fine mood. I am happy to see you. I just wish everyone would mind their own fucking business," she said through gritted teeth. "God Damn it! Where is that fucking order!" She threw the papers down on the desk and stood up to look through the top drawer of the filing cabinet.
Juice walked up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and started rubbing circles with his thumbs on her skin. These were not the curves he had grown accustom to feeling, her hips were more rigid and bony, not soft like normal. But, this probably wasn't the time to bring up her body. "Ana, baby," Juice whispered into her ear. "Talk to me."
And there it was. The familiar pooling of heat in her lower abdomen. She could feel herself getting wet for him already. God, she couldn't even let him touch her without getting horny.
"Juice, stop," Ana said as she pulled a file folder out of the filing cabinet. Juice grabbed the folder from her grasp, put it on the desk and turned Ana around to face him.
"What is going on?" Juice said in a more authoritative tone.
"I've had a shit week and I just want people to leave me alone," Ana finally admitted, looking into Juice's brown eyes. She bit her lower lip in an effort not to cry and moved out of his grasp.
"I'm sorry, baby. How can I make it better?" Juice asked, truly concerned.
"Just fix the damn wi-fi and leave me alone," Ana glared at him. She knew he was trying to be nice and supportive, but right now she couldn't tell if she wanted to cry in his arms, hit him or fuck him. These feelings drove her nuts and she knew it would be best for people to just leave her alone right now.
Juice was at a complete loss. He was seriously considering going all caveman on her and dragging her to his dorm to actually see if that would put her in a better mood. But, he thought better of it and sat down at the desk and went to work fixing the wi-fi, which only took him two minutes.
"Done," Juice announced as he stood up to let Ana sit down and continue her work.
"Thanks," Ana said flatly.
Juice sighed and walked out of the office to let Ana brood in silence.
Ana sighed to herself. She needed to get these emotions under control and stop being so mean to everyone. It wasn't their fault she had a shitty week. She needed to go apologize to the guys and Juice for her shitty attitude. She gave herself a minute to take nice calming deep breathes. She stood up to open the door to the garage and when she did she heard the tail end of Juice's and Jax's conversation...
"Fix the problem?" Jax asked.
"Nope... well, I fixed the wi-fi, but Ana's still being a bitch..."
Jax's eye went wide when he saw Ana step into the garage behind Juice with an enraged facial expression.
"YOUR A BITCH, JUAN CARLOS!" Ana shouted and slammed the door.
"Shit," Juice muttered and slumped his shoulders.