Not long after getting back to Charming, I moved in with Juice at his house. He wanted to always keep me in his sight now that I was pregnant with his baby. Every night, he'd hop onto the bed we shared and rub my stomach, whispering sweet things to our baby. It made me so happy to have him there. I knew that he was going to be a good dad like he promised. And at the end of the night, Juice would kiss my stomach as I ran my fingers through his hair.
Eventually, the two of us came to the realization that we had to tell someone about the baby. Only Maureen knew, and she was in Belfast. The one person I absolutely trusted to know was already picked out and Juice agreed.
So, while Tara was out with the boys and Juice was moving the remainder of my things to our house, I got Jax alone in the kitchen. He seemed generally confused by my behavior, but sat down to listen anyway.
The plan was to tell him as bluntly as I had Juice. "So, how are things here, Uncle Jax?" I asked, dragging out 'uncle'.
Jax didn't notice at first, but he quickly caught on. "Fine. Abel-" Jax stopped mid sentence, looking up at me. I couldn't really keep the smile off of my face at his look.
Jax pointed at my stomach, not quite sure if what I was saying was true. "You're pregnant?" he asked, standing up.
I nodded, studying him for any possible angry outbursts. However, there was none of that. A grin spread across Jax's face and he hugged me to him, chuckling.
"I was wondering why you didn't seem so upset about moving in with Juice. Wow. Uncle Jax," he repeated, making me laugh. The title did sound a little weird at first, but I liked it. Jax was happy for us.
Just then, the front door opened and Abel came running in, followed by Tara carrying Thomas and Juice in the back. The two of us looked up as Tara stopped in the doorway, assessing the situation. She put Thomas in his highchair, looking between us.
"What's going on?" she asked.
From the smile on Jax's face, I knew that Juice could tell exactly what was going on. He grinned and walked over, standing behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. "You tell him?" Juice asked, kissing my temple. I nodded, smiling and leaning back into Juice's chest.
Tara continued to look at the three of us, confused and wanting to know. "Tell him what? Jax, what's going on?" Tara asked.
Jax simply smiled at his wife and looked over at Juice and I. Clearly, he wanted one of us to drop the bomb. I felt Juice's hands move from my hips to my stomach to make a gentle rubbing motion over it without saying a word.
Tara watched Juice's hands and her eyes widened in surprise. A happy grin quickly followed. "Oh, you guys! Congratulations!" she exclaimed, coming over to hug both of us.
After that, all of us agreed to keep the baby news on the down low. When the time was right, we'd tell everyone else.
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Almost a week later, I was in the clubhouse with the rest of our SAMCRO family. Lyla and I were talking about different things while she braided Ellie's hair.
Just then, Chucky walked in with Juice, both carrying boxes of papers. Chucky lost his footing and tripped, papers scattering everywhere and his fake hands popping off. Ellie giggled a little and Juice quickly got down on his knees, helping out Chucky.
Juice looked up at me, handing me Chucky's fake hands. "Hey, babe, can you help Chucky out?" he asked, his eyes moving to the papers.
I nodded, quickly getting off my bar stool to help Chucky. I managed to get one of his hands on before I noticed something glimmering on one of the fingers of the other hand. Looking closer, I realized that it was a ring. But, not just any ring. A diamond ring.
A small gasp from Lyla told me that she'd seen it and knew what was happening right now. Quietly, I pulled the ring off of Chucky's fake hand and held it in my own. My heart was pounding at the realization that Juice had put it there.
Looking over at Juice, he was pretending to busy himself with the papers on the floor. The sly dog. He'd planned this whole thing out.
"Juice?" I asked, getting his attention.
I could hear the smile in his voice before he turned around to look at me. "Yeah?" he said.
Holding up the ring in hand, I looked at him. I'd never expected him to want to marry me. But, looking at Juice now, I knew he did. And I also knew that I loved him.
"Yes, Juice. Yes," I said simply.
The grin that spread across Juice's face was his signature goofy grin that I absolutely loved. He slid over on his knees and took the ring from me, slipping it on my finger himself. "I love you," he said.
I smiled through happy tears as everyone in the clubhouse began to clap and cheer. "I love you, too," I told him, letting him kiss me.