Hey guys, Happy July Fourth!

First I just want to apologize if this chapter feels a bit rushed, I literally just finished it and I wanted something out for July fourth. Also this whole Juice/Tully thing is really interested to me, I'm thinking about doing a prequel, basically Juice as a little boy with his sister, and Tully and their mom, and showing what really happened. What do you guys think of that? Should I do this? Let me know. Also, next chapter will be better, I promise. :)

Love you guys, you really are the best!

Chapter Ten

Juice couldn't concentrate; his mind was on overdrive as he sped through the streets of Charming, currently on a not so busy highway, as fast as he could. The conversation with Tully on repeat in his mind, mainly, just the last part. "You know that feeling too, don't you Juice?" What did he mean by that? Did he think because he's killed people he felt some sort of rush? Like he got off on killing like Tully did? No, he wasn't like that, he'd never be like that. He hated killing, he hated the blood, he hated the feeling of taking a life, a life that belonged to a mother and father, a son or daughter, a wife or girlfriend or husband or boyfriend. It was just something that came with being in an MC, you killed to protect the club and your brothers. He never wanted to do any of it, not the killing that was more Tig and Happy's thing. So why did Tully's words bother him so much if he knew how he felt inside? All that mattered was that he himself knew his heart, and Nikki knew too.

Not even an hour later, Juice pulled into his driveway, the outside porch light on awaiting his return. When he walked into the house it was chaos. The smell of spoiled milk and vomit filled his lungs, and he gaged. Soon, a horrible cry pierced his ears, and he followed that cry into the bathroom, where he found Nikki and Willow. Nikki hadn't even noticed Juice come home, she was too busy taking care of a clearly sick Willow.

"What happened?" Juice asked, taking over Nikki's position over the tub where she held Willow in the bathtub water.

"It started a little after lunch time, she didn't want to eat anything, and she was real clingy and cranky. She wanted her bottle, then shortly after that she threw up, it was so much. She spiked a fever and I've been forcing liquids down her throat, and medicine hoping to break the fever, but it keeps going up and down. I thought maybe giving her a bath would settle her down, she hasn't slept the entire day, and she's so tired." Nikki said. Juice wasn't sure who was more warn out, Nikki or their daughter.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you." Juice said, taking the soft pink baby wash cloth and dragging it gently over his daughters head. The water rolled down the back of her head, and down her shoulders and arms, and she shivered slightly, although the water was warm.

"I know you're busy, and you're here now." Nikki said, leaning down, and placing a kiss on the back of Juices neck.

"Go shower or relax or something. I'll take care of Willow."

Nikki thanked Juice, and decided to go shower, because she too was covered in baby puke, and she was exhausted. She just needed a small break, then she would clean the kitchen and living room up.

Juice finished bathing his daughter, and wrapped her up in a large soft purple towel and dressed her. He then laid her over his heart and softly hummed in her ear. She was completely relaxed, and soon enough her little exhausted eyes drifted shut, and she was sleeping. Juice put her in her crib, and shut the door half way, so she wouldn't be disturbed by any noise throughout the house.

Juice found Nikki doing the dishes, her hair wrapped up in a towel, and she wore a pair of his boxers and one of his tee's.

"I think I'm going to have to start buying more clothes." He joked, lacing his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him. "You smell so good."

"Thank's babe." She said, but pulled away, "I just need to finish this real quick."

"Leave it."

"What?"

"Just leave it for tonight. I'll take care of it." But when Nikki still protested, Juice picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and ran down the hallway into their bedroom.

"C'mon," Juice said, landing a playful smack to Nikki's behind, "Lay on your stomach, I'll rub your back." Before Juice finished his sentence, Nikki was flat on her stomach, arms stretched over her head, arms dangling off the bed. Juice laughed at the sight, placing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade, as his thumbs started working the knots out in her neck.

"So how did it go with Tully?" Nikki asked.

"Weird, I guess. I don't know. I feel like he's in my head, and I can't really get him out."

"Is that good or bad?"

"He killed my mom."

"He also loved you, and took care of you and your sister." Nikki argued. "Don't you think maybe between those two things you're bound to have a little tug of war going in your head."

"You're right." Juice said. "It's weird though, he isn't even my real dad, but he still took care of me, why? It's just crazy, I feel like I have so many questions to ask him, but at the same time I feel bad for wanting to ask him. Does that make sense?"

Nikki rolled over, Juice straddling her hips. "I think it's perfectly normal for that kind of situation. I mean, it's not like he wanted you dead, he was protecting you in his mind. He played a hand in raising you, and protecting you. He killed your mom, yes, but at the same time, he did the right thing. He made it right. He did his time."

"I feel like I have these still images in my mind, that's all I have left of her. I don't know if she was a good mom or not. I don't remember the sound of her voice, or the way she used to smell, or the things she used to do for me, but I remember Tully. I remember him tucking me into bed, and I remember him holding me when I was afraid. I remember him killing my mom, and then he looked at me, and he told me it was ok. He washed his hands in the sink, and picked me up. He told me we had to go get my sister, and he took us…."

"Shhh, baby. It's ok." Nikki said, sitting up, cupping Juices face. "It's ok." She said, wiping the tears away with her thumbs.

After Juice calmed down, they laid in bed together, cuddled up next to each other. They didn't need to make love every night, they didn't even need to talk. Just holding one another like this was more than enough for both of them, and together, like this, they fell asleep.