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Chapter 51

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By the time night had fallen, Savannah was sitting in her and Juice's room. She was a nervous wreck waiting for him, and she didn't know how much long she could take it. If being held up at gun point by Jimmy was bad enough, finding out that there was an explosion at the barn the boys had gone to made it worse. She knew that her boys were alright, that Juice was alright, but she just wanted them to come back so she could see it for herself. Her head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, Juice finally coming inside. He had a few new scratches, but he seemed to be in one piece. "It's alright, I'm . . ." he was cut off as she hurried to cross the room and threw herself into his ams. He caught her and held on as he breathed her in. "I'm okay." he whispered to her. He kissed the side of her head, tightening his grip around her waist. He never wanted to let her go again.

She didn't want to let him go either. He finally just settled for lifting her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, sitting her down on his lap. Her arms stayed wrapped around him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "We're okay too. Gemma took care of us." she told him as he pulled her closer to him. He had been just as worried about her and the baby when he found out that Jimmy had gone after the girls instead. He just felt better having her safe in his arms, where no one could hurt her or their baby. He could keep them safe here, just like he always could before.

He kissed her head, just needing to feel that this was real. She was really here. After all the pleading and trying to make it up to her, she was finally back to where she belonged. With him. He just wished it could stay that way, but he knew that it wouldn't They would be going back almost as soon as they got back to Charming. He would have to leave her again, and this time maybe for years. "I don't think I'm gonna make it in there. Being away from you, from our kid, for so long. I don't think I can do it." he confessed to her as he stared off at the floor below them. He knew that the others have had to do it, Opie most recently, but it wouldn't be just leaving them. He was going to miss the birth of his kid. Savannah was going to be alone and pregnant. He had to be the worst guy on the planet for doing that to her.

She sighed and shifted around on his lap so she was facing him, straddling him now. She rested her head against his, making sure that he was looking at her. She needed him to hear this, and to really hear her when she said it. "You're stronger than you think, Juice. It doesn't matter if you're right here in front of me, or locked up in prison, we're still yours. This baby is yours, and so am I. You're going to survive because we need you to come back to us. This baby needs their father, and I need you too. S-so you're coming back to us. There's no maybes about it, you are coming back. I don't care if it's in a year or in ten years, you're coming back no matter what." she told him, pausing as she bit her lip. It was like she was debating something over in her head. "I-I-I love you too much to let you go." she told him, putting all of her cards out on the table. She had said it, she had finally said it. She loved him, and there was no taking it back now.

He looked up at her then with wide eyes as his jaw slacked. She had said it. She had said that she loved him. Savannah Teller loved him. She was waiting for him to say it back, he knew that she was, but the words weren't coming. It was like they were stuck, and he couldn't get them free. So instead, he pulled her down into a kiss. She was stiff for a minute before relaxing and melting into the kiss. "I want . . . you." he said in between kisses to her. She felt her heart break a little, he couldn't say it back. She let him twist them around, laying her down on the bed as he hovered over her. His lips left a trail of kisses down her jaw line to her neck. She gasped, arching into him as her eyes widened. A silent tear ran down her cheek, a tear he didn't notice.

He couldn't say it back.

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Afterwards, Savannah was snuggled up in his side, her arm laid across him. He had a protective hold around her, not even caring that there wasn't any danger. He just needed to know that she was safe in his arms now. He was rubbing circles into the bare skin of her back, loving the feel of how soft she felt. His eyes lowered down her back, his fingers now tracing the faded tattoo on her lower back. He still remembered when she had gotten that tattoo, he had been there with her after all. "Stop staring at me." she said out as she looked up at him, letting her eyes flutter open to look at him. She could practically feel his eyes on her while she slept.

He chuckled and brushed her hair back from her face. She was so beautiful to him, probably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before. And she was all his, the baby she was caring was his. No one else could have her, ever. She wasn't just his girl anymore, she was his old lady and that meant something big. He never imagined himself getting an old lady, especially so early in his life, but he didn't regret it. Savannah was worth it, and he'd never give her up for a second. "You know, after everything, I completely forgot. You're gonna need to get a new tattoo." he told her as he traced a spot on her shoulder. Her juice box tattoo had already taken up the spot on her lower back, but her shoulder would do too.

She laid up on his chest then, surprise clear in her eyes now. She hadn't seen that coming out of his mouth. Ever. It was one thing for them to be together, but it was another thing for her to get that tattoo. There was no going back after that, not that they could really go back after getting her pregnant either. "You want me to get a crow?" she asked him, the surprise clear in her voice now. She didn't mean to sound so surprised, she knew that she would have to get one eventually, but she hadn't expected for him to ask her so soon. Technically they had just gotten back together, though, she figured that didn't really mean anything to him. They had technically been together for years, and now she was pregnant with his kid.

In his mind, he felt like he had taken too long to ask her. He should have done it years ago in his mind. They were sneaking around though, it wouldn't have worked. There would have been too many questions. It was risky enough for her to get the juice box tattoo. Now they were out in the open though, she could get the tattoo and no one would care. "Well, yeah, I'd like to see one on you. You're my old lady, you should have one." he told her as he kept his eyes on the spot on her shoulder he was tracing. That had been the first time he had called her his old lady before, out loud at least.

She laid up then, holding the sheet to her chest as she looked down at him in shock. He was just full of surprises today, wasn't he? First talk about the tattoo, and now he was calling her his old lady. She didn't know how to process all of that. He couldn't tell her that he loved her, but he could call her his old lady and ask her to get a crow tattoo? How did any of that make sense? She didn't know, but she wanted to. "Juice, I don't know. That's a big thing to you, and what if something happens?" she asked him as she brushed back her hair. She was scared. If he couldn't even say that he loved her, why should she even get a tattoo? What's to say that they even make it? She knew that he would be there for the baby, but that didn't mean that he had to stay with her.

He looked scared then, thinking she would have rejected him. It was one thing to let him come back, but it was another thing to move them forward. He knew that she never imagined herself as an old lady, she had told him as much when they first started seeing each other. He knew how she felt about the tattoo, but that was years ago. Things were different now. They were serious now. They were public now. They were starting a family, and that made everything more complicated. "Sav, I think we're ready for this. With us going back to Stockton, and the baby on the way, I want people to know you're taken. That you're mine and only mine." he told her as he pulled her closer. He wanted her to know that he wasn't letting her go that easily. She was his, and she and this baby were his family.

She hesitated another moment before nodding her head. He was going to miss so much, the least she could do was get a stupid tattoo for him. He seemed to light up when he saw her nod her head. She laughed out when he surprised her by flipping them around so he was hovering over her now. "You, Savannah Teller, are amazing." he told her as he brushed back her hair from her face. He leaned down to kiss her happily. "And . . . beautiful . . . and smart . . . and all . . . mine." he said in between kisses excitedly. He knew that she didn't need a tattoo to show that she was his, but it made it clear to the people who didn't know.

She giggled into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed for a few more minutes before pulling back for air. He stroked her cheek with his thumb before settling down beside her and pulling her into his arms. She snuggled into his arms again, resting her head on his chest. "So I've been thinking about the baby, like names and all of that." she said out, pausing to wait and see his reaction. When he didn't say anything, she took that as a sign to go on. "I think Kipp should be in the name. Maybe a middle name? I mean, he saved us and gave his life for us, Juice. I wasn't able to go to his funeral, I want to honor him in some way." she told him, telling him all she had been thinking about while she was here. She was just hoping that he agreed with it. This was his baby too, he got a say whether she liked it or not.

He stared off as he rubbed circles into her arm. He hadn't even really thought about the baby, not like that at least. Giving it a name, made it real. They would have a name, something he got to call them. They would be real. "Um, that sounds nice, for a middle name I mean. I'm sure Half Sack would love that." he told her. He didn't know how to do this. She didn't know either, but she was already handling this baby thing better than he was. "What, um, what if it's a girl?" he asked her. He knew that it was to early to tell, but he couldn't help but think about it. He wouldn't be able be there when they can. He wasn't even sure that she wanted to know the sex of the baby.

She took a deep breath as she laid up on his chest, her hair falling in her face as she looked up at him. She remembered having a feeling during the first pregnancy that it was a girl, but she didn't have that this time. "It's gonna be a boy. That's my bet, and he's going to have your goofy ass smile and big ears." she told him, managing to give him a sad smile. Tears were filling her eyes, knowing exactly what he did. He wasn't going to be able to be there to find out with her. He's going to have to miss it and wait for her to tell him. She was going to be alone, and a part of her wanted to blame him. She wanted to be upset with him, but then the bigger part of her just wanted to hold onto him and never let go.

He chuckled weakly at that and wiped her eyes, wiping away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. He always did love her eyes, they were what he fell in love with first. They always seemed to be able to show exactly how she was feeling. They would light up just at the sight up of him, and he loved that. It made him feel wanted, needed. "The baby's gonna have your eyes though. They have to have your eyes." he told her determinedly. He knew that if the baby was going to have anything of her's, that it was going to be her eyes. He wasn't going to change his mind, that was the end of the story. That baby was going to have her brown eyes, and that was final. He had decided.

She smiled at that, reaching out and stroking his cheek. He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. He never wanted to leave this bed with Savannah again. Or really, just any bed that they were sharing. He just wished that it was their bed that he had gotten them back in their house in Charming. He wasn't going to think about that now though. Right now, he just had to focus on getting her home safe and sound. "So, I was also thinking about living arrangements too. I don't want the baby sleeping in the dorm rooms with you." she told him, biting her lip as she looked away from him. She was trying to hide a smile, just waiting for the reaction she was hoping for.

He sat up, confusion and hurt in his expression. He must not have heard her right. She couldn't have just told him she didn't want him with the baby after he got out. She felt him tense up and knew then that he had taken it the way she knew he would. She laid up, holding the sheet to her chest. She couldn't hide the smile anymore. "So I guess you'll just have to move back into the house with us, if you want to, I mean." she told him nervously. She was just hoping that he still wanted to live with her. She missed him in the house. She missed knowing that she was safe at night and that she wasn't alone.

His confusion and hurt soon turned to shock. He hadn't even thought for a second about moving back in with her. Course, he would have eventually. He didn't want her and their kid to be alone, but he hadn't thought that she would ask him to come back. "Y-you want me to come back?" he asked her nervous, as if asking if he had heard her wrong. She bite back a smile as she nodded her head. A nervous smile broke out of his face then as he pulled her to him, holding her to him tightly. "You want me back. I'm coming home." he said out as he buried his head into the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply. This was real, and it wasn't a dream. He was going home, he was going back to where he belonged. He was going back to his home with Savannah.