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Juice could only frown as his cousin walked past him and settled at the edge of his bed. As she buried her head in her hands and began to cry harder, several different thoughts were going through his mind- none of them good.

"Did you have a fight with your mom?" he finally asked.

Missy shook her head. "No, it has nothing to do with mom."

He then sat next to the brunette on the bed. "Did you have a fight with Jax?"

After a moment, she finally nodded. "Oh yeah."

"What happened Missy?"

She took a deep breath. "First of all…I'm pregnant," Missy stated, finally making eye contact with Juice. He smiled widely.

"Miss, that's great," he exclaimed, kissing the side of her head. "Was Jax upset? Is that why you guys fought?"

"No, he was…is happy about the baby. After we celebrated, I was starting dinner when there was someone at the door. It was some guy and he handed me a manila envelope. When I opened it, there were pictures."

"What kind of pictures?" Juice asked.

"One was of Jax and some blonde whore staring at each other. The other ones were of them in bed. In one, the blonde was riding Jax like some sick cowgirl," she said, starting to cry harder.

Saying nothing, Jax wrapped his arm around Missy's trembling shoulders. "I'm sorry sweetheart."

"Juicy, what's wrong with me?" Missy asked. "I thought I was enough for him, especially when he proposed. He kept apologizing and begged for forgiveness- more than once."

"Nothing is wrong with you Missy. In this situation, Jax is completely at fault. In fact, I'm going to kill him."

"No," Missy said, looking at her cousin. "Don't you dare touch him! As bad as it sounds…I still love him Juice. There was more than on time that I just wanted to hold him and say 'I forgive you.' But I couldn't. I didn't want Jax to think that if he got away with this once that he could get away with it again."

Juice happened to look down at her hands and noticed her right hand was completely red- maybe even a little swollen. "What happened to your hand?"

Missy smirked. "I bitch slapped that whore, and called her a home wrecker," she replied as the man to her left chuckled.

"Did you call of your engagement too?" he asked after a moment.

She shrugged again. "I called it off for now. I told Jax maybe after a while we can talk again, and maybe…just maybe get married. But right now, I can't marry someone I can't trust."

Several minutes past in silence as Missy just cried on Juice's shoulder. As he kept a hold of the woman, a conversation between him and Jax came to mind- the conversation where Jax asked Juice if he could ask out Missy.

1 year earlier

The clubhouse was packed with the club's latest party and as Jax took another swig of his beer, his eyes fixated on the tan beauty across the room. She was already introduced to him as Missy Hart, his fellow member Juice's cousin. From what he gathered, Missy was new in town- wanting to get away from Queens. Juice was having her stay with him till she got settled.

"Hey Juice," the SAMCRO President called. "What is Missy's story?"

He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Is she seeing anyone?" Jax finally blurted out. "I liked our conversation earlier…and I would like to ask her out myself."

Juice nodded. "As far as I know she isn't seeing anyone- especially considering she just moved here. And I know you're a good guy Jax, so I'm not going to stand in your way. But I am going to tell you one thing."

"What's that?" Jax smirked.

"If you hurt her, I will kill you," he responded, with all seriousness in his voice and face.

PRESENT TIME

"Why don't you go and lay down for a while," Juice finally said. "You crying and stuff isn't good for you and the baby. I'll be back in a little while."

Even though Missy wanted to argue because she knew where Juice was going, she didn't say a word. Instead, she crawled further up the bed and instantly crashed against the pillows. Once he knew she was asleep, the man snuck out of the dorm room with one destination in mind.

Back at the Teller house, Jax was slumped on the back porch- smoking cigarette after cigarette. The thoughts of the day kept playing in his mind- the initial mistake, finding out about the baby and Missy leaving him. When the doorbell rang, he instantly sprang toward the door. When he opened it and Juice was on the other side, his heart sank into his stomach. Deep down, Jax was hoping Missy was his visitor.

"Hey Juice," he said quietly toward the man in front of him. By the look on his face, Jax could tell he knew.

Saying nothing, the younger man simply took a swing- his fist connecting with Jax's eye. "You fucking bastard!"

After checking for blood, Jax simply shrugged. "You know what…I deserved that punch."

"Missy is like my baby sister you inconsiderate prick! And I trusted you with her, but you go and fuck some whore? Missy just found she was pregnant, and you guys just got engaged! Don't you care about that shit?"

"Of course I do," Jax screamed back. "I wish I could give a reason why I did it. I just…can't. It shouldn't have happened and it will not happen again."

After a minute, Juice nodded as he flexed his hand. "For Missy's sake, I hope you're telling the truth. Because for whatever reason, she told me tonight she still loves you."

The next morning, Jax sat at the kitchen table with an ice pack to his eye as he heard the front door open. "Hey we are back," Gemma called.

"I'm in the kitchen," Jax responded.

When Gemma caught glance of her son's now swelled shut eye, her mouth gaped open. "Did you have a run that went bad last night?" she asked, taking a closer look.

"Daddy, where is Missy?"

Shit. How was Jax supposed to explain the situation to Abel? He was only four and loved Missy to pieces. "Umm…she had to leave for a little while. I'll call her later so you can talk to her, ok?" he asked as the toddler nodded. "How about you go play for a while- Aleta will be here soon because daddy has to go to work."

When the little boy ran off, Gemma raised an eyebrow. "Missy had to leave for a little while? Jax, what is going on?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life and I lost the most important person in my life because of it. Juice found out…and that is how I got the black eye."

Without warning, Gemma slapped Jax upside the head. "Jackson Teller, I swear your dick has been getting you into trouble since you were 16. You just don't think!"

Jax rubbed the sore spot on his head. "Believe me, I'm not proud of myself. She even gave me her engagement ring back."

Sighing, Gemma plopped down in the next chair. "Jax, you are my son and I love you no matter what you do. But Missy is good for you- I've never seen you so happy than when you're with her. And now you're going to have a baby with her. Now, I don't want to know what happened because if I did know, I'd probably want to sock you in your other eye. You just need to fix this. I don't want to see you lose her, or my grandchild. Fix it Jax!" she commanded, leaving the house.

Later on that morning, Jax was at the clubhouse and talking about a few things that was supposed to happen that day. When he heard noise on the stairs, he turned toward it but didn't expect to see the person he saw. It was Missy- her beautiful brown eyes were red, a little puffy and tired looking. As she talked with Juice for a second, it looked like either Missy barely slept or didn't sleep at all. She glanced toward him and headed toward the other direction. It literally broke his heart.

"I'll be right back guys," Jax said as he began to run after Missy.

When she heard her name being called, both Missy and Juice turned around. "Can we talk for a second? Please?" he asked when he caught up to the cousins.

Missy then turned toward Juice. "I'll meet you in the car Juicy."

The thinner man glared toward Jax before walking away. "What is it, Jax? And what happened to your eye?"

"Your cousin has one hell of a right hook," he said, lightly touching his eye. "But umm…I was up half the night wondering and worrying where you were. I'm glad to see you were somewhere safe."

She nodded. "I hope I didn't bother anything. But I'm going to be staying at Juice's house from now on."

"I'm glad to hear you're staying in Charming," Jax shrugged. "I was worried that you were going to be going back to Queens."

"No, Charming is my home now and before you ask, my mom doesn't know what is going on. I don't want to hear her lectures yet. But I need to get going, I'm going back to work and Juice is going to drop me off."

Jax frowned as Missy referred to her job as the manager of a downtown boutique. "You're going back to work already?"

"It's been a few weeks and my back is doing pretty good, and my head doesn't even hurt. Sasha will be there and I've already been told I'll be on light duty for a while," she explained as she referred to the owner.

He nodded. "Have a good back to work day then."

"Thanks," Missy responded as she attempted to walk away.

Jax watched her walk away for a second and then called her name again. "Baby, what can I do to prove to you how sorry I am? That you can still trust me?"

Missy shrugged. "I don't know. You have to earn my trust back. I really have to go."

Another hour later, Missy was standing at the register going through a shipment of blouses and pricing them. She barely noticed the door open and a man walk up to her.

"Are you Missy Hart?"

She looked up, almost afraid to answer. The last time she said yes, her whole world shattered. "Y-Yes I am," she stuttered.

The man then handed her a bouquet of white and pink roses, her favorites. "These are for you."

"Wow, thank you," she smiled as the man walked away.

"What pretty flowers," Sasha smiled walking up to her employee. "Who are they from?"

Missy smirked as she read the card. I hope this is a good start to you trusting me again. I love you.

"They are from Jax," Missy responded with a small smile upon her face.