Sorry it took me so long to update! Life has been crazy as of late, but it calmed down a bit so I figured I'd post! :)
Thank you to everyone for being patient with me! Thanks for all of your reviews! I got back to most of you but thanks also to: Sabria (I didn't forget! Just got too busy! Thanks so much for your patience and kind wishes!), Guest 1 (Thanks! I love their little family dynamic, and I'm so glad it comes across well too!), Guest 2(Lyla will be showing up eventually! I didn't want to bombard everyone with meet ups! Just taking it easy! ;)), and Guest 3.
The title comes from the Cole Swindell song of the same name. I just got to see him in concert and this song struck a chord. Check it out! :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Angela, Chloe, and Evie. The rest is all from the mind of the brilliant Kurt Sutter. :)
Overexposed
Chapter 5: You Should Be Here
By Love Ink
Angela was cursing whatever asshole had brought the stomach flu onto their plane as she knelt in front of the toilet, emptying he stomach into the bowl for what felt like the tenth time that night. She'd successfully avoided throwing up while tucking Evie into sleep with Tessa in her room, but once she sat down at the computer, ready to call Juice for some naughty Face Time, her stomach had turned on her. She'd sprinted across the hallway to the bathroom and had made it just in time.
Sitting back, she raked her fingers through her sweat soaked hair, sighing softly. "Fuck me," she muttered, staring up at the ceiling before closing her eyes as another wave of nausea hit. She'd been in this exact position before many times after long nights of partying with Esai. Dia would always hear her and open the door to give her some water and some painkillers.
"Angelita," Diana's soft voice prompted her to open her eyes.
She looked over at Dia with a small smile. "Right on time," she murmured weakly. "I swear, I'm not drunk, 's just some stomach bug."
Dia smiled warmly, kneeling beside her and rubbing her back. "Ay mi amor, ya lo se," she assured her. Leaning forward, she opened one of the cabinets underneath the sink and pulled out a little box. "I want you to try something." (Oh my love. I already know.)
Angela's brows furrowed in confusion as she stared at the box in Dia's hand. A pregnancy test. "No, its not. I'm not…I never got sick like this with Evie," she insisted, shaking her head. "Its just the flu or somethin'."
"Every pregnancy is different, mija. With Esai, I was sick every day, my feet swelled up. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong con ese loco pero con Tessa?" she trailed off, shrugging a shoulder. "Nada. Sometimes you just get lucky." (with that crazy, but with Tessa? Nothing)
She shook her head stubbornly. No way was she pregnant. Not now. They'd been trying for over a year with no results. There was no way her luck was bad enough that she was finally pregnant and in Charming. "But I can't…not now, not here. This is all wrong. I'm just…just sick. That's all."
"Por favor, just try it," Dia pleaded, holding the box out to her again. "If its positive, good, if not, better, you prove me wrong and that's not an easy feat. Ask Marcus."
Angela laughed lightly, taking the box from her. "Dia, this test is new. Why the hell do you have it?"
"Do you know how many pulgas come to me tellin' me a Mayan knocked them up? Always want Marcus to step in, make the boys take responsibility. I bring one of these out and they go runnin'. I buy Costco packs of these. Even keep one in my purse just in case," Diana explained with a smirk before leaning over to kiss Angela's temple. "This is different though. This is good. I'd love to have another grandbaby. So do it. Ahora." (fleas aka Maya sweetbutts...Now)
She sighed, pulling herself to her feet and opening the box. "You gonna watch me pee?"
Dia laughed softly, shaking her head. "Dime cuando 'stas lista." (Tell me when you're ready.)
Angela nodded, opening up the package and pulling the little white stick out. Her stomach churned, the directions blurring in front of her eyes. "Shit," she murmured to herself, raking her fingers through her messy hair. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she took the test, setting it down on the counter and sitting on the closed toilet lid when she was done. Setting a timer on her phone, she stared at the numbers as they started to count down. Clearing her throat, she called Dia's name, not at all surprised when the door flew open; she'd had a feeling the woman had been standing there keeping guard.
Dia stroked her hand over Angela's hair, kissing the crown of her head. "This is a good thing, mijita," she reminded her.
"Just wish Juice was here," she murmured, feeling tears sting her eyes. They'd taken a few pregnancy tests during their two years in Texas. Each time, she'd take the test late at night after the kids were asleep. Juice would pace outside the bathroom door since she couldn't pee with him watching. After she was done, she'd sit between his legs on their big bed, watching the minutes tick by on his phone while the test results developed. He'd dot kisses across her shoulders, his hands roaming all over her body while he whispered how much he loved her in her ear as they waited. The negative results never fazed him, usually he would just laugh, playfully turn them over and then make love to her while he swore this time his 'magic penis' would do the trick. Angela yearned for him to be there now because, for the first time, she had a feeling this test would be positive. "This sucks."
Dia laughed, playing with her hair in a motherly fashion. "I know. I'm sorry, mija, pero you got a big family here to support you. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I do," she said miserably, feeling like a whiny teenager. "But its not the same."
"I know," she murmured, kissing her head again. Angela went back to focusing on the timer, holding her breath. Dia quickly flipped the phone over so she couldn't see the numbers anymore. "Don't look at it! Me 'stas poniendo nerviosa." (You're making me nervous)
"You're nervous?" Angela repeated on a laugh. "Dia, what am I going to do if its positive? I can't tell Juice! He'll be on the next plane out here, and he can't..."
Diana cut her off quickly. "Callate. We'll cross that bridge when we get there, okay? No reason to worry now." (Shut up.)
She bit her lip, twisting violently at her rings as he stomach churned. She needed a game plan, or she was going to go insane. Reaching out, she grabbed her phone just as the alarm went off. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Covering her eyes, she pushed the test toward Dia. "I can't look. You look."
The older woman laughed softly, taking the test. "A ver. Do you want me to tell you?"
"Yes. No. Wait. What is it?" she asked, peeking at Dia through her fingers. The older woman was looking back at her with an amused glint in her hazel eyes. "It's positive, isn't it?"
Dia chuckled, handing it to her and kissing her forehead again. "Congratulations, Angelita," she murmured, squeezing her shoulder before heading towards the door. "Call your husband. He should know."
She nodded absentmindedly, her eyes focused on the little oval on the white stick that read, 'Pregnant' in bold letters. Grabbing her phone, she checked the time and was a little relieved to see how late it was. It was late in the night for her and even later for Juice. She had no doubt he'd answer if she called, but it was a great excuse not to call him. Eventually, she'd get around to it. She just had to figure out a way to make him stay in Texas first.
Angela smiled as she walked with Evie through the cemetery enjoying the early morning peaceful breeze. Evie had been inquisitive on the drive from Oakland to Charming, asking all about which of her famed 'uncles' she was going to meet, wondering if she was going to see Thomas again. Angela answered the questions with a smile, her daughter's excitement contagious. She was excited to show her daughter around the cemetery, though. Evie understood the concept of a cemetery as well as an almost three year old could. She knew all about her deceased relatives. Her grandfather, her great Uncle Chico, Aunt Tara, and Kozik. Angela made sure Evie knew them all and knew that they were watching out for her from heaven. She pointed out Tara's grave, smiling as Evie toddled toward it, running her finger over the engraved headstone. "Pretty flower, Mama," she said, looking back at her.
"She was a pretty person," Angela replied, running a hand over Evie's soft hair before squatting down next to her. "And smart too. She worked hard in school and became a Doctor. That's what matters most, Evie-doll. Brains over beauty. You're lucky, though, 'cause you got both."
Evie turned and smiled at her Mom, wrapping her arms around her neck. "Daddy says I'm smart 'n' pretty like you."
She laughed, picking her up as she stood. "Does he?" she asked in mock shock. Juice never stopped complimenting her; it didn't surprise her at all that he'd tell their daughter that. "Daddy is a smart man. Pretty too."
The little girl giggled, wrinkling her nose as she did so. "Mama, you silly! Daddy ham-some not pretty!"
"You're right. Daddy's very handsome," she said, feeling a pang in her heart as she thought of her husband's handsome face.
"We call him?"
Angela smiled; Evie was a Daddy's girl through and through. After the way they'd said goodbye last time they'd talked, she was shocked her daughter didn't fight to call him as soon as she woke up. "Tonight, baby girl. We'll call, and you can tell him all about today," she assured her as they approached Kozik's headstone. "But first, there's someone I want you to meet. Remember when I told you about your Uncle Kozi?"
"Uh-huh. He my guardian angel," Evie replied, nodding exaggeratedly. "He gave me Bully."
Angela smiled; Bully was the ugly bulldog dressed as a Marine that Kozik had won for her before she was even born. Evie loved the ugly thing, took it everywhere with her. "Yup, and he's buried right here," she explained, setting her down on the lush grass. "You can say 'hi' if you want."
Evie stared at it curiously before looking up at her mother. "He hears me, right?"
She swallowed down the lump in her throat. This was not how she wanted Evie to meet Kozik. He should've been there. He'd have been such an amazing Uncle; sweeping her off her feet and tickling her mercilessly while she screamed and laughed. She'd have absolutely adored him. "Yeah," she breathed, wiping at her eyes. "He hears you, he just can't talk back."
"Cause he in heaven?"
"Yeah, baby girl," she said before kissing her fingers and pressing them to the stone. She plopped down on to the ground in front of the stone and patting the grass next to her. Evie sat down in her lap instead; she was sought out cuddles and skin to skin contact just like her father. "Hey Koz."
"Hi Uncle Kozi," Evie greeted, waving at the stone. "Look, Mama! E-V!" she said pointing at the letters in Kozik's middle name. "My name!"
She chuckled, nodding her head slowly. "You're named after him. His middle name was Evan like yours is Evangeline."
"That's so cool, Mama!" she exclaimed, crawling towards the stone "Kozi, I have name like yours and I went on an airplane!"
Angela listened to her chatter, all the while keenly aware of a set of eyes on her back. After a moment, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the crazy haired man behind her. He nodded to her, closing the distance between them and sitting down on the grass next to her. "Little chatterbox you got there. She know he's dead?" Tig asked her, bumping his shoulder against hers.
"He's in heaven. A captive audience," Angela replied with a warm smile. She leaned her head against his shoulder, sighing softly. "How you doin', Tiggy?"
He put his arm around her, squeezing slightly. "Can't complain," he answered, shrugging. "How you doin'?"
"Been better," she answered around a heavy sigh. The weight of her secret was wearing on her, but she knew telling Tig before her cousin would seriously hurt Hap. He'd been irked when she'd told Kozik first, and Koz had been family for a hell of a lot longer than Tig. "Crazy to be back here without him. Doesn't feel right."
Tig bobbed his head a bit, dropping his arm from her shoulders. "I get it. 's good you're here though. Know it'll do Elena some good to spend time with you and the little one. Can't believe how big she's gotten. Feels like just yesterday your preggo ass was waddling around TM."
She laughed, the sound of it catching her daughter's attention. The little girl turned, her dark eyes lighting up when they landed on Tig. "Uncle Tigger!" she exclaimed, scrambling off the ground to run to him.
Tig gave Angela a confused look for a moment as he caught the little girl who'd launched herself at him. He squeezed her tightly, looking over her head at her mother. Angela smirked in response before explaining, "Uncle Tigger and Auntie Venus send the best presents. Evie loves them, huh, baby girl?"
Evie pulled away to grin at Tig. "Yeah! Mama showed me pictures of you 'n' Auntie V and you sended me a princess dress and princess shoes and necklaces and bracelets and rings like the Little Mermaid!"
"You guys just shower her in sparkles," Angela commented, feeling her heart warm at the loving look in Tig's eyes as he let Evie play with his crazy hair.
"Pretty girls gotta sparkle, and you are the prettiest little princess in the whole world," he said, tickling Evie's side. Evie shrieked with laughter, squirming in his grasp.
Angela's eyes drifted back towards Kozik's headstone; his actions were so like how she imagined Kozik would be with her daughter that tears filled her eyes. She blinked them away, cursing the traitorous tear that slipped down her face. He heard Tig mutter something to Evie before she went running off. He knocked his shoulder against hers, and she let out a rough laugh, wiping at her cheek. "Sorry. Its just…he should be here."
"I know," Tig murmured, leaning over to kiss her temple. "But cryin' about it ain't gonna bring him back."
She sniffled, thankful for his tough love. That she could handle. If he'd tried to comfort or baby her, she'd end up a blubbering mess. "Yeah." Sighing, she decided to change the subject. "Where's your cut?"
"Hap said no cuts around the kid," he explained on a shrug, his eyes never leaving Evie as she wandered around the gravestones in search of flowers to pick. "I wanted to see her, so I left my cut behind. I get it. I wouldn't want cuts around my kid either if I was in Juicy's shoes."
"Thanks." She shifted nervously, staring at the 'J' tattoo on her finger, chewing at her lip. "Marcus is having someone sit on his family, triple locking his front and back door. I can't seem to go anywhere in Charming without a Son randomly popping up. Marc and Hap won't say anythin', but…are we in some kind of danger?"
Tig hesitated a bit, shrugging a shoulder. "Honestly? I dunno," he answered on a frown. "We're balancin' a lot of plates here, kid. Chinese and Black want revenge. Chibs' got to tread carefully or he's gonna start a war 'n' that means danger for everyone."
"Shit," she cursed under her breath.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, doll. You ain't been here for years. The assholes that'd come after us don't know who the hell you or your Old Man are. You ain't a target, doll. Not anymore."
"They see me with you lot, they 'n' I will be," she stated on a frown. "If Juice even gets a hint that we're in danger, he'll come back. He won't care about Chibs or being dead, he'll just come right back. And then what happens?"
Tig shrugged again, his eyes traveling down the row of SAMCRO graves. "I dunno. Think there'd be another couple a votes. First we gotta vote him outta the club and then…"
"Mayhem," she finished, hating the way her voice cracked. "It's been two years. Obviously, nothing he did hurt the club since the club is still alive like a damn cockroach."
He picked at the grass by his leg, contemplating Kozik's headstone and the little girl sitting in front of it for a long moment. "Ain't just that, doll. Him bein' alive…could blow back on me 'n' Hap. We let him go, remember? Disobeyed the President's orders. That shit's treason. We'd get a Mayhem vote too."
Angela felt her stomach churn at the idea of losing Juice, Hap, and Tig all in one foul swoop. "Fuck. I didn't even think…"
He smirked a bit, shrugging a shoulder. " 's okay. I woulda loved to see Juicy again, make him grovel at my feet for saving his life," he joked with a wry grin. "And if it was just him and it was just gonna be a Mayhem vote for him, then hell yeah, I'd tell him to come. Ain't no way a Mayhem vote would pass. Me 'n' Hap 'n' Quinn wouldn't vote for that shit. But, like I said…shit's bigger than you."
She sighed heavily, shaking her head. "This is bullshit."
"Don't I know it," he said on a chuckle. "C'mon, doll, let's go see Elena. Know she's been waiting on the little one to stop by."
"Hmm," she hummed, watching Evie as she played in front of the headstone. She stretched out her hand to him, a silent request for him to help her up.
He chuckled, grabbing her hand and helping her to her feet. "Last time I was helping you off your ass, you were pregnant with the little princess."
She laughed nervously as he pulled her up. There was no way he could suspect; he wasn't that intuitive…was he? "Yeah. Funny," she said raking her hand through her hair. "Evie-doll! Let's go see Nana Lena!"
Evie dumped the wildflowers at the foot of Kozik's grave, putting her hands on his hips. "There Uncle Kozi, now you're pretty."
That had Tig laughing. "Nice one, princess," he told Evie, crouching down so he was level with her. "How's about a ride on Uncle Tig's shoulders?"
The little girl looked at her mother for permission. Angela smirked and nodded, grinning herself as he lifted Evie onto his shoulders. "Yay!" she shouted as Tig stood, one of her hands already playing with his hair. "Tiggy, you got more hair than Daddy!"
"Yeah, baby doll. Thicker too." Tig chuckled, looking over at Angela as they walked. "She know not to talk to her about him in front of others?"
She scowled a little, shrugging her shoulder. "No. How do I tell her that?"
"Dunno, but you should tell her soon. Don't want her to slip around Chibs."
Angela clenched her teeth, sneering at the mere mention of the Scot. "He's not getting anywhere near her. Ever. I swear to God, Tig, if he even tries…"
"He wants to. Asks about her every now and then. We don't tell him shit, but he wants to know. Wants to be a part of her life, Ang. The shit that went down with Juice still bothers him. Wants some kind of closure for it."
"Fuck him," she ground out, grateful Evie was up on Tig's shoulders, oblivious to their conversation. "He really think I'd be okay with that? Do you really think Juice would be okay with that? The man who wanted him dead talking to his little girl? He'd have an aneurysm. Plus, I don't think I could be in the same room with him without my fist connecting with his face."
Tig chuckled softly, nodding his head in agreement. "Fair enough," he said, setting Evie down on the ground as they neared Angela's rent-a-car. He opened the door and helped buckled the little girl in her car seat, booping her nose when he was done. "I'll see you two over at the hospital."
Angela couldn't help but laugh when she looked in the rearview mirror to see Evie doing her best to look over the back of her car seat in an attempt to see Tig who was following behind them on his Dyna. She lifted her hand to wave at him from over her seat and giggled when he waved back. "Tiggy's bike is louder than Daddy's!" she exclaimed with a big smile. "But Daddy and Kendo's is prettier."
She smirked and nodded in agreement. Juice had bought himself a bigger, sturdier Harley Electra Glide with sparkling gunmetal grey paint, similar to the color of Angela's old Mazda, with intricate black wings painted on the gas tank. Evie loved the bike, loved sitting on it while he worked on it and was eagerly awaiting the day he let her ride on it with him. Even better than her Dad's bike was her brother's. Tig had surprised Kenny on his eighteenth birthday by having Opie's old bike shipped straight to their house. Kenny had it painted black with 'Ortiz' pained in beautiful silver lettering on one side of the gas tank and 'Winston' in dark blue on the other. He had a Latin phrase on both sides of his back fender. They were a tribute to both of his father's. The first was the same phrase Juice had tattooed on the inside of his arm: "Luctor et emergo", "I struggle and emerge". The other read "Tantum deus", the same words Opie had inked on his forearm meaning, "Only God" to signify that only God could judge him. Kenny had explained how both phrases gave him strength, how the new mixed with the old made him grateful for everything he'd had. Juice had been at a loss for words upon hearing it. He'd just pulled his adopted son into a tight hug and both of them laughed through their tears. Angela smiled at the memory, feeling a little choked up herself; her two boys were total saps.
"Mama, we going to visit Nana Lena at the hospital?" Evie asked, kicking her Little Mermaid shoes in the air as she sat back down in the seat.
"Yeah, baby girl. What are the rules?" she asked, turning into the St. Thomas parking lot.
"No touching the buttons!" she exclaimed, already wriggling in her seat excitedly. She'd never been to a hospital before, and she wanted to see if it was like the ones she'd seen on TV. "And inside voice only!"
"Exactly," Angela confirmed, getting out of the car to help unbuckle her. "You know, you were born in this hospital."
Evie's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" she asked as Angela set her on her hip.
"Yup. Best day ever," she said, peppering her daughter's face with kisses while the little girl giggled. "Love you, Evie-doll."
She wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, squeezing hard and kissing her cheek. "Love you too, Mama." Tig walked around the car and Evie cried out with joy as she reached out for him. He took her from Angela and settled her on his hip, chuckling when she tugged at his hair, "Uncle Tiggy! I like your bike! Kendo's is prettier, but yours is loud! Can I ride?"
Tig looked to Angela who shook her head quickly. "Sorry princess. Your first Harley ride should be with your Daddy."
Angela fought the urge to laugh at the crestfallen look on Evie's face. "You don't want to ride on Tiggy's bike anyway. He's stinky," she told her daughter as they made their way towards the elevator.
"Hey! I heard that," Tig said, setting Evie on her feet and telling her which button to push. "Quinn and TO will be around later to visit Lena."
She appreciated the out he was giving her. If she wanted to keep Evie away from the club, she had her chance to leave St. Thomas before they arrived. Honestly, she had no problem with Quinn. Though Quinn didn't keep in contact as much as Tig and Venus, he never forgot Evie's birthday and always sent her something Harley related. She didn't know TO, though. That was a name she'd never heard. "TO?"
"New member. Wants to pay his respects to your Old Man. Was 'cause a him Jax decided to nix the old race rule. SAMCRO absorbed the Grim Bastards. TO was their president."
Angela cringed at Jax's name but nodded anyway. She could handle TO paying his respects if it meant he was carrying on Juice's memory in a positive manner instead negative way she was sure Chibs and the rest of the old crew remembered him. She nodded slowly, raking her hand through her hair. "No cuts."
"No cuts, no butts, no coconuts," Evie sang, grabbing mother's hand and playing with her big ring.
Angela laughed, squeezing her little fingers. "You tell him, Eves," she encouraged, twirling Evie around as the elevator doors opened.
Tig chuckled, tugging on Evie's ponytail lovingly. "I'ma grab some coffee. I'll meet you guys over there, yeah?"
"Bye Uncle Tigger!" Evie said, waving at him as he walked away.
Angela waved to him too, picking Evie up to keep her from running ahead as they approached the room. "Remember, inside voice, Eves. There's people sleeping on this floor."
"Ssshhhh," Evie said, her little finger pressed to her lips. With Evie in her arms, she stepped into Elena's hospital room. Despite being warned over and over again about using her inside voice, Evie shouted, "Nana!"
Elena sat up straighter, a huge smile spreading across her face. "Oh my goodness! Who is this big girl?" she asked, patting the bed for Angela to put her down. "I remember a little baby pero I don't know who this is."
"I'm big now, Nana!" Evie stated with a grin as she crawled over to give Elena a kiss. She wasn't at all daunted or afraid of how sick Elena looked or the many machines that surrounded them. "What's that in your nose, Nana?"
Elena touched the cannula giving her oxygen and smiled. "Helps me breathe, mi amor. Now, tell me, do you like mermaids?"
Angela cringed; she'd forgotten to buy the damn doll. Elena was going to kill her. "Tia…"
"Because look what Nana got you," she continued, grabbing a big, wrapped box off the bedside table.
Evie stared at the shiny turquoise wrapping paper with the purple bow for a minute before tearing into it to reveal a very cute Little Mermaid doll. "Mama! Look! Ariel! She's so pretty! Nana, can I open her?"
She felt a hip bump against hers and looked over to see Chloe standing next to her. "You're welcome," the nurse told her with a secretive grin. "We've had that one ready to send to you guys for awhile. Was too cute not to buy."
Angela smirked as she watched Happy hang his head in embarrassment. She wondered if he'd been along for that trip to the Disney store. She wished she'd been there to see that one. "Thank you, fairy godmother," she said on a relieved sigh.
She snapped a few pictures of Evie opening up her doll, laughing when Hap stepped in with his bowie knife to help her out. The little girl stared at him in abject horror. "No! Tio! You're gonna hurt her!"
Happy chuckled, shaking his head at the little girl. "Relax, brat. I got this."
"You chop off her hair, 'n' you owe me twenty bucks," Chloe called out to him, smirking when he glared at her, mumbling to himself as he cut the doll out of the box.
Evie waited patiently for Happy to be done, clapping in excitement once the doll was finally out and in her arms. "Nana, she's so pretty!" she exclaimed, playing with the doll's shiny red hair. "I have her movie and Daddy says I swim like her! But I has to breathe."
"I know! I saw you swimming, preciosa! You're a sirenita," Elena said, kissing her cheek as she climbed into her lap with the little doll with no qualms whatsoever. (precious...little mermaid)
Angela caught Elena's surprised glance at Evie's actions. She knew the older woman was worried the little girl would shy away from her because of the hospital setting and the different machines hooked up to her, but Evie wasn't afraid of much; she didn't have to be. She lived in a perfect little bubble of safety back in Texas where nothing bad ever happened. She'd never seen serious sickness or death, never had any reason to be afraid of hospitals, didn't know the sound of a gunshot, or live in fear that her Dad wouldn't come home. Angela was proud of the life she and Juice had built for Evie which was why she hated taking her out of the bubble and bringing her into the chaotic world of Charming. "Evie, did you know that Nana is the best at braiding hair?"
Evie turned to look back at Elena with wide eyes. "Really?"
Elena shrugged nonchalantly. "I do my best."
"Can you braid my hair, Nana?"
"A ver," she said, gently taking out her pigtails and stroking her hands through Evie's hair. (Let's see)
An unexpected wave of emotion came over Angela as she watched her Aunt's fingers comb through her daughter's hair. Turning away quickly, she quietly excused herself from the room, closing the door behind her and letting out a long breath.
"You okay, mijita?"
The voice made her look up, swiping at her eyes quickly when she found her mother staring back at her. "Yeah. Fine," she told her on a sniffle.
"You don't look fine. Can I get you some water or something?" she offered, pressing a hand to her forehead to check her temperature.
Angela bit her lip; there was something she could do for her. Rubbing a hand over her stomach, she decided it was time to let her mother in for once. She'd taken the at home pregnancy tests, now was time for a real one, and who better than her mother to help her with it? "Actually, I need a favor."
A few of you guessed it, so I didn't feel the need to draw it out! Baby Ortiz #2 is on the way! ;) This is definitely going to complicate things for the rest of the Ortiz family, though!
As always, please leave a review! Let me know what you think, any theories or predictions! I always love your guys' inputs!
Have a great weekend y'all!
~Love Ink