A/N: Sorry everyone. I had some problems with my computer and work being busy so this is a little late getting up there. Also, I had some issues posting to the site. My choppy chapter posted, but this is the real chapter. So I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 12
Juice had been proud of Ana. Even though the club didn't go on lock down for the Mayan problem, Ana was still on lock down at the clubhouse and Juice's house because of Mike. Jax, Juice and Clay wouldn't let her stay at her apartment because Mike knew where it was and they claimed it would be too dangerous. But, she had handled it for the past week and a half like a trooper. She never asked questions. Never argued about going back to her apartment. Never said anything about having a constant babysitter. Never argued about going back to work.
Ana was trying her best to remain calm and relaxed about the situation. But Juice could see that panicked/worried look on her face and how she protectively put a hand on her baby bump when she asked him if anything on Mike had popped up on his daily searches. Yeah, daily searches. Sometimes more than daily. His answer was always the same 'No'. He checked for everything he could think of; car rentals, plane tickets, credit card searches, bank accounts, etc and still nothing. Mike had emptied his bank accounts so Juice was sure he was living off of cash which he couldn't trace. The asshole was in the wind.
The past week and a half of Ana living at his house had Juice thinking... "Ana should probably just move in. I mean, what are we gonna do once the baby gets here? Live in separate places and co-parent? Shit, I'm not doing that. Wouldn't be able to see Ana or the baby nearly enough. Things have been going well in our relationship, might as well take the next step. But, God what if she says 'No' or freaks out about it? Wait... just calm down, damn it. She won't freak out. But, I gotta ask her soon. I mean, Jesus Christ, she is almost half way through this pregnancy. We need to start getting ready for him... or her... Oh, fuck, please don't let it be a her... I mean, it wouldn't be a horrible thing for it to be a girl, I just don't know shit about them."
Juice's thoughts jumbled in his mind as he rode home from the clubhouse. Once parked in his driveway next to Ana's S.U.V., he took a deep breathe to calm himself. It wasn't that he was freaking out about asking Ana to move in, he was more excited about it. It was the first step of him having the family he always wanted. A real family... Not that his mom and sister weren't his real family, but still... he hadn't seen them in years and it had been months since he had talked to his mother. Longer for his sister. Hell, they didn't even know about the baby yet.
Juice shook his head clear of the random thoughts entering his mind as he dismounted his bike and headed toward the front door.
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"You're home early," Half Sack greeted Juice from his seat on the couch.
"Yeah," Juice replied as he shrugged out of his kutte. "Clay wanted the gun drop tonight to be low profile, so he only sent Chibs, Jax and Bobby. Which is good because I need to talk to Ana about some shit. Speaking of... where is she?"
"Oh, she's in the bathroom for the hundredth time today," Half Sack said getting up from his seat and walking over to Juice. "Have fun tonight," he smirked.
Juice hung up his kutte and holster on the coat rack on the wall. "Huh?"
"Oh, we went shopping with Gemma today," Half Sack rolled his eyes. "Those girls can fucking shop! Anyway, Ana bought a movie for you guys to watch tonight." The smirk returned to Sack's face.
"Jesus Christ," Juice said rubbing his mohawk. "Please tell me it isn't a chick flick," it almost came out as a whine.
"I really don't know," Half Sack shrugged. "I haven't seen it. And Ana told me not to tell you what it was so... She said it was her favorite book, if that gives you a hint..."
"Fuck!" Juice moaned and threw his head back. "Not that 'Fifty Shades' shit!"
Half Sack just shrugged and walked toward the front door. "If it is, then maybe you'll get laid tonight. I heard that movie is like Viagra for women."
Juice held the door open for Half Sack as he stepped out onto the small front porch. Juice just smiled at Sack and said, "I definitely don't have a problem in that department, man. Pregnancy hormones and all. I get it practically every night I'm home."
"Hey babe," Ana addressed Juice as she appeared in the living room. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Nothing," Juice said quickly as he glanced over his shoulder to Ana. "Just saying goodnight to Half Sack."
"Oh," Ana said. "Well goodnight Sack. Thanks for going with us today."
"Yeah," Juice agreed when he turned back to Sack. "Thanks for watching them today."
"Next shopping day, it's your turn," Sack said as he walked off to his bike.
Juice closed and locked the door behind Half-Sack and placed his K bar down in the table next to the door. "There is spaghetti with meat sauce in the fridge for you. And some garlic bread on the stove," Ana informed him.
"That sounds great!" Juice said as he punched in the code to alarm the high tech security system.
"How much do you want," Ana whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his middle when she walked up behind him. "I'll make you a plate."
Juice turned around in Ana's arms and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll get it. You sit down and put your feet up. Heard you had a busy day."
"Yeah, kinda. Mom took me for a pedicure and manicure, lunch and shopping. Had some girl time. I think Sack was really wishing he didn't have babysitting duty today," Ana laughed. "Since he is gone, I'm gonna go get changed into something more comfy and then I'll sit with you while you eat." Ana gave Juice a quick kiss on the lips and ran off to the bedroom to change.
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Juice was in the kitchen microwaving a plate of spaghetti for himself when Ana walked back into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Juice turned to gaze upon his girlfriend while his food was getting nuked. She was up on her tip toes reaching for something in the freezer. Her pale, toned legs and her perfect curvy hips and ass were accentuated by the small pair of black yoga shorts she was in. When she turned around with her find from the freezer he noticed she was wearing one of his old reaper shirts. He smirked when he noticed that his shirt was getting a little tight around her prominent belly. You would never know she was pregnant by just looking at her from behind. She carried it all up front. He continued to watch her as she opened the new Ben and Jerry's carton of Phish Food and put a big spoonful in her mouth.
"What?" she said with a full mouth when she found Juice smirking at her.
"You are barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen and eating ice cream. All you need are pickles and you will be a typical pregnant cliché."
Ana shrugged. "I asked her if she wanted something sweet or salty and she told me sweet. So little girl gets what little girl wants. She'll probably want something salty later. I'll break out the pickles then. Wait..." Ana's expression turned to panic. "Do we have pickles?" Ana quickly turned and put the carton of ice cream on the counter and threw the fridge door open to check for a jar of pickles. "Oh, thank God! We have some!" She shut the door. "You're lucky babe. You almost had to run to the store to get pickles!" Ana took another bite of ice cream.
Juice sighed and rubbed his hand over his mohawk. "Just for the record, I would have totally gone to get you pickles."
Ana smiled. "More like told the prospect to go..."
Juice smirked. "Yeah, you're right. Speaking of prospects," The microwave dinged, signaling Juice's food was ready. He opened the microwave door and removed his food and set it on the table. "We got one more hang around to prospect today so Sack might not be on babysitting duty anymore," he informed as he sat down at the table.
"Oh, really?" Ana raised her eye brows as she grabbed Juice a beer and herself a water from the fridge and set the beer down in front of him. "Who did you get?"
"Pauley," Juice said slowly as he watched Ana's face change from curious to slightly more confused.
"Pauley? Do I know him?" Ana said as she sat down at the table next to Juice.
Juice just shrugged. "I don't know if you know him or not. He is pretty new around here." Juice took a bite of spaghetti. "This is really good. I could get used to this," he said through a huge mouthful referring to home cooked meals on a daily basis. She made him tacos last night and meatloaf the night before. He then proceeded to open his beer up a take a drink.
"Thanks. Sack and I made the spaghetti sauce ourselves. Old family recipe, just like the chili. And don't get too used to it, I have to go back to my apartment and work in a couple days," Ana eyed him carefully, taking a sip of her water and eating her ice cream.
"Yeah," Juice sighed. "We need to talk about that..."
"Who is sponsoring him?" Ana questioned. She knew she and Juice needed to talk about her going back to her normal life, but she also knew it would end up in a huge argument and she didn't want to fight right now. So she took full advantage of his ADHD and changed the subject.
"What? Oh, Bobby is," he told her, taking another bite of spaghetti.
Ana just nodded. "When are you ever gonna sponsor a prospect?" She crunched down on a chocolate fish.
Juice shrugged. "Have to work my way up the ranks first. I'm still low man on the totem pole. Still get all the shit jobs if the prospect is busy," Juice shook his head. "I'd like to at least make it to 'Road Captain' before I take one on." He then took a huge bite of garlic bread.
"Awe babe," Ana cooed with a smirk. "Just keep reminding Clay you need to grow ranks and soon you won't be the low man on the totem pole. Besides, I can think of one job you enjoy doing when the prospect isn't around," Ana wiggled her eyebrows at her boyfriend.
"I do enjoy doing that," Juice said through a mouthful of food.
Ana threw her head back and laughed at Juice. "Real sexy babe. Talking with your mouth full."
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After dinner, Juice went to his bedroom, stripped down and changed into a pair of sweatpants, leaving his shirt off. He walked out into the living room to find Ana had taken up residence on his black leather couch. She was sitting cross legged with her back leaning against the arm of the couch and her ice cream sitting on her baby bump. She continued to spoon it into her mouth as she searched for something to watch on Hulu.
"What do you want to watch?" Ana asked Juice as he sat down next to her on the couch.
"Arrow? The Flash? Daredevil? Something super hero," Juice listed off.
"We can watch an episode of this and then I bought a movie for us to watch," Ana informed.
"What movie?" Juice asked, like he had no idea.
"Guess you will have to wait and see." Ana started "Arrow" and stretched her legs out and placed her feet in Juice's lap. "Look at how cute my feet and toes look, babe," she wiggled her feet in Juice's lap, brushing his cock through his sweat pants. Juice couldn't tell if she did that on purpose or on accident, but he was pretty sure she knew exactly what she was doing. "They are so cute! And ready to be ru-ubbed!"
Ana was taking this nightly foot rubs and back rubs thing seriously. And as long as it kept her happy and healthy, Juice was more than happy to accommodate her. He took her right foot in both his hands and began to rub firmly but gently.
"Oh my God," Ana moaned. "That feels soooo goooood! This is the life! Comfy couch, ice cream, 'Arrow', feet being rubbed, hot ass... actor on the show," Ana joked.
"You mean 'hot ass boyfriend'," Juice cut his eyes over to her, smirking.
Ana shrugged her shoulders. "Mmehh. You're cute... But, you are no 'Oliver Queen'... Plus, he is rich... Has a nice house... And he's dangerous... Mmmmm," Ana moaned. "And wears a mask... Oh! And his voice gets so deep when he is disguised as The Arrow. I love it when things get deep..." Ana brushed her foot against Juice's cock again. Now he knew she was doing it on purpose.
"I'm so much better than 'Oliver Queen'," Juice scoffed and started to rub Ana's other foot. "I'm not rich, per se, but I have a nice house, I'm dangerous. I don't have a mask, but I have a kutte, which is way cooler. Oh, and my bike. How kick ass is that? And my voice might not be deep, but I can get really deep with other things..."
Ana giggled and rubbed her foot against his cock one more time. "Keep rubbing me with your foot like that and I'll show you just how deep I can get," Juice remarked.
"Promises, promises," Ana laughed out loud.
Ana shrieked as Juice turned suddenly towards her and pulled her so she was lying under him on the couch. He reached for her ice cream and placed it on the coffee table right next to them.
"My ice cream!" Ana protested and threw her lower lip out in a pout, which Juice immediately took between his teeth and then licked and sucked on it. "Babe," Ana whispered after she pulled away from his kiss, "It's gonna melt."
"You would rather eat ice cream than have sex?" Juice laughed, looking down at Ana.
Ana thought about it for a second then replied, "Can I do both?"
Juice laughed again and sat back on the couch and Ana scooted up to a reclined position. "Go ahead and eat your ice cream first. We can have sex later."
"Promise?" Ana asked as she reached for the ice cream and spooned some in her mouth. "Cause baby girl likes her ice cream, but she also likes sex too."
"What?!" Juice raised his eye brows at what she just said. "How can a baby like sex? How could you possibly know that a baby likes sex?"
Ana hitched a shoulder up and looked down at her ice cream, "After we have sex, she moves around... like, a lot. I'll let you feel next time..."
Juice threw his arm over his eyes. "Ana, I don't want to think about my baby being a girl let alone think about her and sex! I'm gonna have a fucking stroke!"
"Sorry," Ana said quietly as she scraped the last of the ice cream out of the container. "But it's the truth. I also am starting to get Braxton-Hicks, those fake contractions, when I orgasm too," she shrugged her shoulder again. "Oh, and my orgasms are intense!"
"Do they hurt?" Juice asked, more curious than concerned.
Ana furrowed her brow and scrunched her nose as she placed the ice cream container back on the coffee table. "My orgasms?"
"No, the whatever they are called, the fake contractions..."
"Oh," Ana shook her head. "Naw, my belly just gets really hard. They aren't comfortable, but they don't hurt..." Ana paused and looked at Juice thoughtfully as he turned his head to watch the T.V. "What about you? Is sex different for you now that I'm pregnant?"
"Not gonna lie," Juice sighed as he continued to watch 'Arrow'. "It's pretty fucking fantastic!"
Ana waited a moment for Juice to elaborate, but when he stayed quiet she urged him on. "What is so fantastic about it?" Ana turned on the couch so she was now cuddled up against Juice's side. She could not help but notice that, due to the height difference between them, she fit perfectly tucked up next to him.
Juice stared at the T.V. for another moment, then turned his gaze toward her. "Well," he rubbed a hand over his mohawk, "For one thing... no condoms needed. That's fucking fantastic! I hate those fucking things. And did you know that you were the first girl in years that I didn't use a condom with? Forgot how fucking good it felt without one on."
"Oh, Juice, I'm so flattered you chose not to use a condom with me," Ana said sarcastically. "I don't like them either. But look where it got us," Ana pulled Juice's hand around her and held it to her baby bump.
"If I remember correctly," Juice absent mindedly rubbed her belly, "You were the one that didn't want to use condoms..."
"No," Ana interrupted. "That's not what I said. You didn't have the right kind of condoms the first night we had sex. You only had latex... not non-latex. I break out to latex condoms. And I was so drunk that I didn't care that you didn't have the right kind, I just wanted to have sex with you. Plus, I was on birth control so, I didn't push the subject."
Juice's eyebrows shot up, a shocked look coming over his features. His hand stopped it's rubbing of her belly. "You said you weren't drunk!"
Ana quickly turned and straddled Juice's lap. "Ops," she thought. "Cat's outta the bag now!" She began to rub up and down his bare chest with her hands. "I was totally drunk... drunk in love with you."
Juice threw his head back in a genuine laugh. "You are such a liar!"
Ana leaned down and began to kiss his jaw line and neck while Juice's hands found their way to Ana's ass. "From what I remember, you didn't care too much. You had other things on your mind at the time. And I'm pretty sure you were drunk too."
"I wasn't drunk," Juice scoffed, trying to ignore Ana's soft lips on his neck. "I didn't drink at all at the bar-ah. I was on babysittin' duty fo-ah the SAMCRO Princess and her-ah wild, chatty, annoyin' friends. I only started drinkin' aft-ah I got ya home an' I got back to my place. An' by the time ya came ov-ah I was only buzzed, not drunk."
"Oh my God," Ana removed her mouth from Juice's neck and smiled at him. "That's right. You were on babysitting duty for me, Betsy and Leah. God, we had fun that night. But, you and I were mad at each other. What were we even fighting about? I don't remember. Oh my God. Remember how jealous you were? Of that guy I was dancing with?" Ana ground her hips in a slight dancing motion into Juice's lap.
Juice remembered clear as day what they were fighting about, but he wasn't about to bring up that debacle. "I wasn't jealous," Juice glared at her. "Just protective. That guy was all ov-ah you. He was an asshole."
"Sure you were just 'protective'," Ana smirked and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You were so cute being protective. But, just think," Ana resumed her licking and kissing of Juice's neck, "It wasn't his bed I ended up in that night was it?"
"No, but... I can't believe it... our-ah first time havin' sex an' ya wer-ah drunk... I woulda nev-ah... Jesus!" Juice gasped. Somehow, Ana's hand had managed to migrate it's way south, past the waist line of Juice's boxer brief's and sweatpants and grabbed a hold of his hard cock. Juice threw his head back into the cushions of the couch and squeezed his eyes shut in order to gain control over his body. His hands involuntarily squeezed what they had a hold of already, which was Ana's ass. Ana released a loud moan in response sending vibrations down Juice's neck. God, with Ana kissing and licking his neck for the past five minutes and the memories of their first time together, his cock was hypersensitive to her touch. So much so that when she grabbed it he almost came right in his pants like a fucking teenager.
Ana continued to kiss along his neck and rub her hand up and down his hard shaft slowly for a minute. "You know what's incredibly sexy babe?" Ana asked in between kisses.
"Hhh," Juice tried to form a word, but he was still trying to concentrate on controlling his reaction to Ana's touch, so only a heavy breath came out.
"Your accent comes out when you are turned on..." Ana smirked when Juice let out a guttural sound that could have been taken as a reply to her comment or a verbal response to her rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb spreading his pre-cum all over the tip. She wasn't sure.
Juice could hardly stand it anymore. If Ana didn't stop what she was doing, he would be reacting like a teenager, so he quickly pulled her hand off his cock and flipped them over on the couch so he was lying on top of her, of course, being careful of her pregnant belly. He needed to get Ana's hands off his body for one moment so he could calm his fiery nerve endings, so he pinned them above her head with one hand as the other held the majority of his weight off her.
Ana lifted her head up slightly and caught his lips in a passionate kiss. She rocked her hips up and ground them into his hard cock at the same time, making him moan in response.
After another moment, he released her hands from above her head and moved his hand down her side and up her shirt to rest on her breast. He began to squeeze and kneed it through her bra. Ana's response was to moan into the kiss and rock her hips against him again, noting the tip of his cock was placed at her entrance, but a few thin pieces of fabric were between them. So close, yet so far.
Juice pulled the cup of her bra down and began to massage her nipple just as his pre-pay began to ring from it's position on the coffee table. Both Juice and Ana groaned in frustration when Juice released her from his kiss.
"Fuck me!" Ana muttered in response to the damn phone ringing and interrupting them.
"I was trying to," Juice smirked as he was pulling his hand back out from under Ana's shirt to reach for his phone, Ana's hand shot out and grabbed it before he could get there.
"Ana!" Juice exclaimed.
She gave Juice a mischievous grin and she answered it simply saying, "He's busy." and hung it back up. She went to throw it across the room, but Juice pinned her hand above her head again.
"You're gonna get me in trouble," he laughed.
Ana smirked at him and lifted her head again to give him a soft kiss as his pre-pay and her iPhone started ringing simultaneously.
She laid her head back down on the couch, breaking the kiss and looking Juice in the eye. All playfulness had vanished and was replaced by worry.
"Something's wrong," she said.
"Yeah," Juice agreed.
Ana handed Juice his phone as he sat up. Ana sat up on the couch and reached out to her phone, seeing that it was Jax that was calling.
"Yeah," Juice answered his phone as he stood up and headed toward the bedroom.
"Jax? What's wrong?" Ana answered her phone, not moving from her spot on the couch.
"Ana, we need you at the clubhouse, now!" Jax said, worry in his voice.
"Jax, what is going on?" Ana asked her voice shaking.
"You know I can't tell you that over your phone, Ana. Just get to the clubhouse now!" And Jax hung up.
Not a minute later Juice came back out from the bedroom completely dressed in the clothes he had discarded earlier.
"Ana, babe, you gotta get dressed. We have to go," Juice said as he walked over to the coat hanger on the wall and reach for his holster and kutte.
"Juice," Ana stood up from the couch. "What is going on?"
Juice looked over to his girlfriend and saw the fear and worry in her eyes. Of course, he knew, Jax would not have told her anything over her phone. It wasn't a burner. So she must have no idea what is going on. So, Juice sighed and walked over to her. He placed his hands on her upper arms and began to rub them lightly.
"Chibs was shot."
