Hello my lovelies! Thank you all so much for keeping me alive to write this... please please don't kill me for this... it just has to be this way *cries and runs away*

Short update I know, but this is just a filler chapter, next one will be longer. Enjoy and Review!

Chapter Fourteen

Wendy was more than happy to watch Willow for the night. She had everything set up in the nursery, and even had her newest girlfriend, Olivia with her. Olivia was only three years older then Wendy. The two of them met at rehab, and had gone their separate ways for almost a year when they ran into each other, literally, both of their cars ended up at Teller Morrow where they were worked on and eventually fixed. Olivia and Wendy hadn't left each other's sides since that incident.

"Are you sure it won't be too much?" Nikki asked, placing the diaper bag on the corner of the couch. Abel was sitting on the floor coloring when he looked up and saw Nikki. He stood up and ran into her arm, "Aunt Nikki!" He cried out joyfully, and Nikki easily picked him up, although she pretended to falter, telling him, "Wow! You've gotten so big! You are growing so fast little man," and she ruffled his straight blonde hair. He smiled at her, and ran back to his coloring books. "How's he been doing?"

"He has his good days. He's getting better though." Wendy said. Olivia was standing next to Wendy with Thomas on her hip. He was just over a year old, and when Tomas and Willow were around each other, they played nicely together, in fact Wendy and Nikki would joke around hoping the two of them would eventually fall in love and marry. It was a dream that was far away, but they still enjoyed the thought of it.

"We'll if you're sure it's alright watching her, I better get going. Juice wasn't feeling very well when he came home. I think it was just a hard day."

"Yeah, yeah don't worry. Everything will be fine. I have your number in case something happens, which it won't." Wendy said, reassuring Nikki, and she scooped Willow into her arms with a smile on her face.

"Please don't hesitate to call if something is wrong, or if she gets too cranky."

"Honey, don't worry about it tonight. Get home to your man." Wendy said. Nikki smiled, and thanked the couple again, and let herself out.

The store had been crowded, and by the time Nikki finally loaded the groceries into her car she felt exhausted, and couldn't wait to go home so she could cuddle up with Juice and relax for a little while. She smiled to herself as she started the car. Thinking about the evening she would have alone with her soon to be husband made her that much more excited about getting home. She would make him the best most romantic dinner she knew to make, pasta with a salad, and for dessert, chocolate and strawberries and of course whip cream for the bedroom!

Nikki pulled into the driveway of her home, and felt a jolt of something through her stomach. All the lights were off, and it was starting to get dark, which was not like Juice. Usually he would at least turn the porch light on as soon as the sun was starting to set, but this time it was off along with the lights in the house.

She gathered the groceries from the trunk and hurried into her darkened house. It was quiet when she went inside, and the goosebumps raised on her arms and the back of her neck. She dropped the groceries off in the kitchen, and called out to Juice: "Carlos. Babe, you home?" She asked making her way slowly into the living room, turning on the hallway light as she did so. She noticed the light was on in her bedroom, and she smiled to herself. He must have set this up. She could bet anything right now that he was probably waiting for her on the bed at least half naked, or hiding behind the door half naked ready to scare the crap out of her before taking her into his arms and kissing her, then he would press her against the wall and take her right there. So she decided to play his game, and followed the light into the bedroom.

As soon as Nikki entered the room, her knee's buckled, and she stumbled backwards, almost falling. Her eyes instantly filled with tears, and she let out a scream, "CARLOS!" She cried out, "Wake up!" She found Juice in the middle of the bedroom floor face down, a pile of vomit laid next to him. She touched his back and shook him, yelling and pleading for him to wake up, but his body was cold, and his face was a pale blueish grey color, and she knew that wasn't good. She felt around for a pulse and couldn't find one, and she started hyperventilating. The love of her life lay next to her not breathing. She was so confused and didn't know what to do. She had been told so many times that if there was ever an emergency to never call 9-1-1.

Nikki ran into the kitchen and grabbed Juice's cell phone. Her hands shaking, making her press the wrong numbers into the phone, but eventually she got the number right, and pushed the "TALK" button, which dialed the number. The phone rang once, twice, three times, four times, finally on the fifth ring she heard Chib's voice, "Juicy boy!" Chibs called out just like he always did when Juice called or when he saw him. "Ch Ch Chibssss, Juice… He's…I need," Nikki tried, but couldn't form the words, her voice just as shaky as her hands were. However, Chibs could hear the terror in her voice, and knew instantly that something bad had happened. "What happened, Nikki?" Chibs asked, voice soft, but firm, instant even.

Nikki cried out, "He's not breathing."

"I'm on my way."