The club would leave for Ireland this evening. That afternoon was a party of sorts, but a lot smaller and more like Abel's coming home party where we all hung out. I walked outside to where Clay and Bobby were grilling burgers and hot dogs.

A wave of nausea hit me with full force the second I breathed in the scent of the burgers and hot dogs. I didn't bother excusing myself from the others and I sped walked all the way to the bathroom. I hurried and locked the door before kneeling by the toilet and throwing up. I finished and used some toilet paper to wipe my mouth off. I flushed the toilet but didn't bother getting up, instead I reached into my purse and pulled out the pregnancy test I had taken just this morning.

The little blue plus sign stared back at me.

I put the test back inside my purse and buried my face in my hands. I tried to remember the last time I had my period and I struggled to think of ways to tell Juice that he was going to be a dad in less than nine months.

There was a soft knock on the door. I came out from behind my hands as Tig's voice came through the door. "Moody?" I didn't answer, which was probably a stupid thing to do. "How far along are you?"

I leapt to my feet and whipped open the door and dragged Tig in before he could say anything else. Tig stared at me with understanding in his pale eyes and I stared up at him trying to figure out how he knew.

"Before you ask," Tig said. "I just figured it out when you practically ran away from the smell of the grill. Back when my ex got pregnant, she couldn't stand the smell of cooking meat. And I know that you're a meat-loving woman, so I put it together. And don't worry, I don't think anyone else figured it out. If they did, I think there'd be a line of people outside of this bathroom."

I felt tears burn the back of my eyes and Tig saw. "C'here, hon." He pulled me tightly into a hug and I allowed myself to cry. Tig made shushing noises and began moving back and forth in a rocking motion. "It's okay, hon."

"No it's not," I said, pushing myself away from Tig. I looked up at him. "I'm guessing that I'm almost two months pregnant, I'm twenty-two, I'm still paying off college dues, oh, and my baby daddy's going to prison in a few weeks!"

Tig stared at me. "Yeah it sounds like it sucks when you put it like that." He snorted at his own joke but he got serious when he saw my expression. "Listen to me, Miss Moody; you've got steady income from that restaurant of yours, you've got a baby daddy that adores you and a whole family out there to take care of you. Compared to some girls that got pregnant out of wedlock, you've got it made."

I stared at him, still feeling slightly frantic about it. "Don't tell Juice yet, please. Don't tell Juice or Chibs or Clay or any of them while you're all in Ireland. Don't get drunk and blab it for the whole Sons of Anarchy Ireland charter to hear."

"I can't promise the drunk part but I can promise that I won't tell anyone else about little Ortiz-Moody in there until you want me to." Tig said, poking my belly. I stared at him with an exasperated expression when he said Ortiz-Moody and he tilted his head a bit. "Would you prefer little Juidy, 'cause that'll work just fine too."

I shoved Tig out of the bathroom and leaned against the door once he was gone. I tired to think of how to tell Juice, which is why I brought the test with me to the club. Maybe I could leave it for him in the bathroom? I shook my head, my head pounding with pain as I left the bathroom. I walked up to the bar and sat down, instantly thinking about each time I had alcohol in the last two months. A crow-eater saw me and instantly began to bring me a beer.

"Oh, no thanks," I said, holding my hand out to stop her. She shrugged and put the beer back into the fridge. "Could you get me a water instead, please?" I asked. The crow-eater nodded and brought me a water bottle. I opened it and took a sip as the rest of the club came back inside, the meat from the grill finally finished. I casually covered my nose with my mouth as Bobby carried it past me.

Juice's eyes found me and walked right towards me. He took the seat right beside me and rubbed my back a little. "Are you okay?" Juice asked. "You kinda rushed away from everyone back there."

Tig, who had been standing on the other side of the bar, glanced up at me. I met Juice's eyes and smiled at him. "Yeah, just felt a little sick." Tig rolled his eyes and walked over to the crow-eater to get a beer. Juice didn't see Tig though, and he gave me a small smile.

"Okay, well hopefully you get better by the time I get back." Juice said. He kissed my neck and I couldn't help but chuckle. Just the mere presence of Juice was able to make my stomach twist and do backflips. But now the reaction was double due to the idea that I was carrying his kid.

I don't know why whenever people talked about love, they talk about the heart. Everything that happened with Juice happened in my stomach.

We all finished our lunch and the club packed up all of their stuff to go to the air port lot. Clay, Jax, and Tig left early to go say goodbye to Gemma at the hospital. Bobby started up the van and Happy got into the van's passenger seat. Bobby looked outside the window and shouted, "C'mon let's head out!" Lizzy the crow-eater rushed forward to give Bobby a goodbye kiss.

Chibs hugged me tightly and kissed that spot right between my eyes. "We'll see ya when we get home, Moody. Hold down the fort for us, lass."

"I will, don't worry," I said. Chibs released me and put his sunglasses on his face before heading towards the van.

"Love ya, Moody." He yelled at me over his shoulder. I waved goodbye to Chibs and turned to face Juice, who had put his backpack around his shoulders and was waiting for me to give him attention. I laughed at him as he started bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking like an oversized kid going to school.

"You ready to go?" I asked Juice.

"Just about," He said right before planting a kiss on my mouth. He straightened up and looked down at me with that big smile on his face. "Now I think I'm ready. Wait for me?"

"I always do," I said. Juice smiled widely at me and squeezed my arm before kissing me again. I held onto him tightly, not really ready to let him go yet. Bobby honked the horn at us and Juice held up his hand and gave Bobby the finger, causing a giant uproar of laughing from the van. I released Juice and locked eyes with him. "I love you, Juice."

"I love you too, Moody," He said before kissing my forehead. "I'll see you in a week." Juice walked away from me and to the van. I watched it drive away, my heart feeling heavy and pressed my hand against my stomach.