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Overexposed

Chapter 24: Surprises

by Love Ink

"Owie," Evie's voice whispered, a little finger reaching out to poke at her father's face. "Daddy has an owie."

Angela gently grabbed her daughter's wrist before her finger could hit the dark purple bruise on Juice's cheek. She didn't know what it was about her daughter, but the little girl loved to poke at bruises. Often times, Angela didn't realize she had one until she felt the girl's little finger digging into one. "Don't touch, Evie-doll. It'll hurt him."

"How he get that?" she asked, settling between Angela's legs. Angela had been up reading on her iPad for awhile now, monitoring Juice's breathing, tempted not to wake him up. She knew he might have a concussion, and she'd driven him crazy during the night poking and prodding him every two hours to make sure he was still conscious. Now that she was awake, she let him sleep unbothered. That was until Evie came into the room wanting snuggles. Angela had picked her up and set her down in the bed happy to snuggle with her first born while she still could.

"Daddy fought a bad guy yesterday," she explained, cringing at her own explanation; she had to think of a better way to explain shit like this to Evie, or she was going to be in serious trouble when the girl was older and thought fighting with fists was acceptable.

Evie's dark eyes grew wide. "A bad guy?" she gasped. "He win?"

"Uh-huh, but we don't fight bad guys with fists, right?"

"No, we use our words unless they hit us first!" she stated matter-of-factly as she leaned her head back against her Mom's chest.

Angela smirked, kissing her daughter's cheek. "Damn straight."

"I play games?" she asked, nodding towards the big screen in beside her mother's leg.

She nodded, going to one of the educational games she'd downloaded for her daughter and giving the device to her. Evie eagerly got to work, playing the learning games with a serious expression on her face. Angela watched with pride as she blasted through the games, answering every question right. Her daughter was a genius, she was sure of it. Slowly she raked her hands through Evie's thick hair, gently weaving the strands over and under each other. Evie played on without a care in the world; she liked it when people played with her hair.

Juice stirred a bit rolling to his back, the sheet slipping down a bit to reveal some of his bare torso. Bruises were visible just underneath his pec, tainting his caramel skin. Dark purple and probably very painful. The sight alone made her stomach clench; she hated seeing him in any kind of pain. What had he been thinking getting into the ring with Chibs? Was this going to be a normal occurrence if they moved to closer to Charming? God, she hoped not. She'd gotten too use to their normal little life in Texas. She wasn't used to the fighting and violence any more. What were they thinking moving right back into it?

"We go see Nana Lena today?" Evie asked, leaning back to look up at her again.

"Sure, baby girl. I think she'd like that," she answered, knowing that was the answer to her thoughts. They were moving back, so she could be with her family again. So her daughter could know her Mom and her Aunt. Happy too. Despite the violence, she loved the idea of her kids growing up with her family nearby. Loved that it meant she got to keep working at the funeral home instead of the mundane work of an office assistant. Of course, it would be harder with the twins, but she'd find a way to make it work. Maybe her mother would be willing to babysit sometimes. She shook her head, letting out a long breath. One thing at a time, she told herself.

Juice shifted again on the bed, rolling towards them. She was aware of his eyes on them, a look of pure adoration on his bruised and battered face. Evie turned to look at him; giving him the smile she'd inherited from him. She set the iPad down, crawling closer to him, and pressing her little fingers against a particularly large bruise on his cheek. "Owie, Daddy," she said, a very concerned look on her face.

Angela marveled at Juice's self-control, his jaw clenching to hide any sudden reaction that would frighten Evie. Instead, he nodded quickly. "Yeah. Big owie."

"I kiss it better," Evie stated, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. Angela felt her heart do little flips as she watched the two interact. She loved them both so much, it made her heart ache. God, she was a lucky woman. Evie leaned back a bit, her dark eyes searching Juice's face for a moment. "Better Daddy?"

Juice nodded, smiling back at her. "So much better, Monk. Thanks."

She grinned in response, looking over at her mother. "I make Daddy better!"

"Of course you did! Good job, Eves," she praised with a smile. "C'mere, let me finish your hair."

Evie crawled in her lap again, grabbing her iPad and starting her game up again. Angela's fingers found their place in her soft hair hair, her brows furrowing as she started braiding again. His fingers reached out, brushing the skin of her thigh left bare by her boxer shorts. "I'm okay, Angel," he assured her.

The corners of her mouth lifted in a smirk as she shook her head. "Still can't believe you did that."

He grunted, frowning a bit as if he couldn't believe it himself. "Not my smartest move."

"Definitely not," she agreed, though she had to admit she was proud of him. He'd faced his demons and beat the shit out of them. "I'm more worried about Kenny."

"You wake him up every two hours too?" he asked, smirking to himself.

Angela rolled her eyes. "God forbid I check on you to make sure you survive the night without slipping into a coma," she muttered, frowning. "I texted Jazzy. Pretty sure she made sure he stayed awake."

Juice chuckled, knowing his son's girlfriend probably did just that. "We're lucky to have two strong, smart ladies take care of us," he said, sitting up and leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Love you Angel."

"Goof." She tied off Evie's hair, turning her face to connect her lips with his in a sweet kiss. "Love you too."

"Ew! Kissy face!" Evie's little voice exclaimed as she looked back at her parents.

Juice laughed, kissing Angela once more before grabbing Evie under the arms, lifting her off of Angela's lap and pulling her into his arms, peppering her face with kisses as her giggles filled the room.

Angela watched in amusement, wondering what their life was going to be like with two more monsters sneaking into their bed asking for kisses and love. A part of her couldn't wait, while another part was worried Evie would feel a little left out. She was so used to being their center of attention since Kenny was so much older and much lower maintenance. Angela had a feeling being a big sister was going to be hard for her. They had to prepare her for that, or they were going to be in trouble.

"Hey Evie-doll, we have a surprise for you," she stated, catching Juice's eye and settling her hand on her belly.

Juice's smile faded a bit, and she knew he understood what she was getting at. A nervous look crossed his face, he didn't know how to tell Evie any more than she did. "Big surprise," he agreed, setting her on the bed between them.

Evie bounced excitedly, her dark eyes wide. She knew what surprises were. Knew they meant candy or a new toy. "What?"

"Remember how you asked for a little sister for Christmas last year?" Angela asked, twisting her rings around her finger a little nervously.

"Uh-huh," she answered, bobbing her head exaggeratedly. "Santa brought me a dolly instead. So I learn how to play with a baby."

Angela smiled; that'd been Juice's idea. Juice grinned broadly and nodded. "And you've been doing such a good job, Monk," he told her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "So good, that in a couple months, you're going to get two sisters or brothers."

"Two?" Evie's eyes grew large in shock. She shook her head as she whined, "But I don't want two! Want one!"

Angela caught Juice's panicked look; neither of them had been expecting this reaction from their daughter. They'd expected her to be thrilled! Not upset! "But two will be so much more fun, Eves! You'll have two people to play with!" she tried, seeing the tears in her daughter's eyes.

"No! I want one!" she insisted, her bottom lip quivering. "Send one back!"

Juice sighed softly. "We can't, Monk. Mama's making them right now, and...and they'll be here pretty soon. You're going to be an amazing big sister too. The best!"

"No!" Evie replied stubbornly. "Tha's too many!"

Angela grimaced. "Its not, Evie-doll. It's going to be so much fun."

Evie started to cry, shaking her head. "No, too many. You forget me!"

And there it was, the real reason for her tears. It was the same fear Kenny had when she'd first told him. He'd thought he was going to be replaced too. Angela pulled Evie into her lap again, enveloping her in the safe circle of her arms. "Oh, no, Evie. That's never going to happen," she promised, feeling teary-eyed herself when she felt her daughter's tears on her skin as Evie buried her face into her neck.

"We love you so much, Monk. You and Ken. And our hearts are so big, we have room to love like ten more babies," Juice murmured, scooting in closer and rubbing his hand over Evie's back. At Angela's look, he smirked. "But we're stickin' to just two more. That's it. It'll be me and you and Kendo and two new brothers or sisters."

"And I be the big sister?" Evie asked, pulling away as she sniffled. "Like Kendo?"

Angela smiled warmly at her, wiping away a tear from her cheek. "Yeah. The big big sister, and you can teach them all the fun games you know and read them stories. And they're going to love you so so much."

"And we didn't forget about Kendo when you were born, did we?" Juice pointed out, even though the situation was very different. At almost three years old, Evie had no idea her big brother was adopted, that was something they'd tell her when she was a lot older and even then, they hadn't really worked out how they would tell her.

"No. Kendo still here," Evie replied, calming down a bit. "We love him."

"Yes, we do," Angela agreed, fighting against a laugh. She kissed Evie's forehead, deciding then and there she and Evie were going to have regular mother-daughter dates, just the two of them as the twins grew older. She never wanted Evie to feel like they didn't love her just as much as they loved the others. "And we're always, always going to love you."

Juice nodded, kissing the top of Evie's head. "That's never gonna change."

"Never ever?" Evie asked, her brown eyes wide.

Angela kissed her nose. "Never ever, Eves. You're stuck with us."

Evie looked over at Juice for confirmation. He nodded, smiling when she crawled over to his lap, seeking out some cuddles from him. He held her close, the sweetest expression of love on his face. "Forever and ever, Monk," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Love you so much."

Angela felt tears begin to prick at her own eyes as they so often did when she witnessed moments like this between Evie and Juice. The love Juice had for his little girl was palpable. Evie smiled widely, all of her worries soothed. "Where the babies now?"

Juice reached over and set a hand on Angela's belly. "Growin' big and strong inside your Mama."

Evie set her hand next to her dad's and giggled. "How they get in there?"

Angela laughed as she watched Juice's eyes widen in surprise. "I um...I put them...in...there," he stammered out awkwardly. "And that's all you really need to know right now."

The little girl paused for a moment, considering her dad's words before she nodded. "Okay. How they come out?" she asked, her little finger poking Juice's bruised cheek again.

"At the hospital," Angela explained, biting back a laugh at the pained expression on Juice's face. He kept quiet though, biting the inside of his cheek. "But that's not for a couple months still."

"Okay," Evie said, still looking a little unsure about the whole thing as she stood on the bed between them. "I be a big sister cause I a big girl?"

"Yeah, Monk. You're a big girl, who's going to be the best big sister ever," Juice confirmed, dodging her fingers as they came at his face again.

She beamed in response, her smile an almost exact match to her father's. "Cool," she said, nodding her head. "I gotta tell Tessa!"

With that she jumped off the bed and ran away, yelling for the older girl. Angela laughed in disbelief as she watched her daughter go. Juice shook his head slowly. "Did you braid a heart into our daughter's hair?"

"Yup," she said on a sigh. Evie's hair was long and thick like hers had been when she was younger, and Angela absolutely loved braiding it in all sorts of fancy styles. Evie seemed to love it too. The little girl had a patience Angela definitely did not have when she was her age. Elena had never been able to get her to sit still long enough for her to style her hair. Not without some threats or treats. "I dunno where she got the patience to sit like that. Must be your side."

Juice chuckled and shrugged. He lay back with a long exhale, rolling his head to the side to look at her. "That did not go the way I thought it would," he admitted to her with a sigh. "I thought she was gonna be happy."

"Yeah," Angela agreed on a nod. "It's a huge change, though. I get where she's comin' from; she's used to only sharin' the spotlight with Ken, and his spotlight's a little different from hers. He doesn't need the same attention she does...that the twins will."

Juice sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "Yup. But she'll be fine, right? We...we got this. We can handle this."

"I hope so," she said on a long exhale. She stood from the bed, frowning when her tank top rode up a bit exposing her swollen belly, stretch marks barely visible along the side. Gross, she thought, reaching out for the "belly butter" her mother had given her. Her belly was slightly bigger than it had been at this time when she'd been pregnant with Evie, and despite the way Juice couldn't keep his hands off of it, it made her feel a little self-conscious. The memory of Juice cheating on her with Carla while she was pregnant kept flashing through her mind, driving her crazy. She kept telling herself things were different now, but she couldn't help going back to it. Frowning, she grabbed some of the cream, slowly rubbing it onto the taut skin. Her mother and Dia had been insistent on her doing it from the very start to prevent stretch marks. It'd worked fairly well with Evie, but there was no avoiding them with the twins. She was about to get huge.

A tan pair of hands covered hers, calloused fingers taking over for her softer ones, pulling her from her sour thoughts. She leaned back into Juice, letting him rub the cream into her skin. "I'm going to look like a fuckin' tiger after these bugs get out," she murmured, closing her eyes and just enjoying the feel of his hands on her skin. "You're never gonna wanna touch me again."

"Stop sayin' shit like that," he said, dropping a kiss to her shoulder. "That's the second time you said somethin' about me not wantin' you. What's going on?

Angela bit her lip, opening her eyes and meeting Juice's gaze in the mirror. "Nothin'...just feelin'...off, I guess."

He gave her a doubtful look, shaking his head. "C'mon, Angel. Tell me."

She let out a long breath knowing telling him what had been bothering her was sure to make him anxious. He hated being reminded of the past, and it was a sure way to send his mind spinning. "It's nothin'. I'm just pregnant and big."

"You're beautiful," he told her, his eyes earnest. "You always have been, and there's absolutely nothing that would make me not want to touch you unless you don't want me to."

Angela smiled, rolling her eyes at him. "Stop, mush-head."

"No," he replied, his lips on her shoulder. "I love you."

"Mmm," she hummed, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin. "Feeling's mutual, bud."

"Then stop telling me that I don't want you. I always want you. All the time. Every day. It's a real problem," he teased, sinking his teeth into the part of her shoulder left bare by her tank top in a little love bite. " 's why Dino started knockin' before walking into the storage closet at the office, remember?"

Angela laughed; Dino had caught them in the midst of a quickie several times in their small office closet. She was surprised they hadn't been fired for it yet. It was one of the few perks of being family with the boss. "Yeah, yeah, I remember."

"So don't doubt yourself. It's unattractive," he told her.

Kozik's words. Her breath caught in her throat as he winked at her reflection in the mirror. He knew the weight of that simple phrase. What it meant to her. She couldn't help but smile at him. God, she loved this man. So much. How could she ever doubt him? She turned around in his arms, reaching up her hands to cup his cheeks. Standing on her toes, she kissed him softly. "I really needed that."

He smiled in triumph as he nodded. "I know," he replied, pressing his lips to her forehead and holding them there as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She loved when he kissed her forehead; it always made her feel so safe and loved. She could stay in the circle of his arms for forever. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him, and he held her even tighter. "Wish I could read your mind," he murmured, his lips moving against her skin.

"No, you don't. It's crazy in here," she stated around a laugh.

He kissed her nose. "I like crazy," he told her, smirking a bit. She moved her hands down his back before smoothing them over his ribs, enjoying the feel of his soft skin beneath her palms while simultaneously testing to see if he'd cracked or broken any ribs. He hissed in pain, grabbing at her wrists. "What is it with you and Eves and pushin' on a bruise?"

Angela laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm checking to see if you have any bruised ribs."

"Ribs are fine, Angel. 'm okay," he assured her, kissing her quickly. "What my sore muscles could use is a very hot shower. And maybe a massage while in the shower...with my beautiful wife."

"I just put cream on," she protested half-heartedly, more because she wanted to tease him a bit than because she actually cared.

Juice slanted his lips across hers in a hot kiss, pulling her hips into his. "Promise to lotion you all up after," he said, moving his lips down her neck as his hands found her ass. "Rub it into every inch of your skin."

She shivered against him, her mouth going slightly dry as she nodded slowly. "Sounds like a fair trade," she managed to say on a breath.

He bit her neck gently, chuckling roughly at her soft gasp. Then he was lifting her off her feet, his arms underneath her ass as she moved her legs around him. He carried her towards the door, checking to make sure the hallway was clear before carrying her into the bathroom. She giggled against his lips, enjoying the feel of his hands all over her body as he undressed her.

Once she was naked in front of him, he took a step back, a look of animalistic hunger mixed with pure adoration in his eyes as they roamed over her body. How could she ever doubt his love for her? How could she ever think he'd cheat on her again? Their relationship was solid, strong. Things were different now. She framed his battered face in her hands, laying a lazy kiss to his lips. "Love you, Juice," she murmured, her thumbs moving of his bruised cheeks.

He grinned her at her, moving back the curtain in the shower. "How 'bout you show me, Mama?" he said, waggling his eyebrows at her as he leaned in to turn on the shower.

She chuckled, pushing him towards the shower. "Oh yes I will."

Happy sat in his seat to Chibs' right at the large Redwood table. His brothers were talking around him, but he wasn't really listening. Their only threat had been pretty much neutralized, and he didn't much care for anything else that was going on. At the moment, they had a decent alliance with the Mayans, which was expanding and going into new territories every day. This meeting was nothing more than a tradition. The monthly meeting where Chibs updated the rest of them on the shit he'd been doing, and they voted on shit. He glanced over at their club president, fighting the urge to smirk at the large gash across his cheek from where Juice's wedding ring had lacerated his skin. Happy couldn't deny that he was proud of the idiot. Of the way he was standing up for his family. Putting them first. It was a welcome departure from the man who'd left Angela high and dry when she was pregnant because he'd gotten too into his head. Happy liked this family-man version of Juice a hell of a lot better than the tattooed, Mohawked idiot he'd been before.

"Any updates on your Ma, Hap?" Quinn asked casually.

"Still stable," he replied, his voice rougher than usual. His Ma had been stable for too long now. At any moment, she could take a turn for the worse. He wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

"And Chloe?" Tig asked, his blue eyes concerned. He didn't know when Tig had grown so close to Chloe, but he had a feeling it was because of Venus. V and Chlo had become shopping buddies over the years, something he appreciated when Chloe came back with porn-star like outfits she wore just for him.

Happy clenched his jaw as he shook away those memories; he hadn't had a normal conversation with her in what felt like years. She'd pushed him away, and she wasn't ready to let him back in. He was starting to think she might never be ready for that. He shrugged a shoulder. "Dunno."

Tig looked down at his hands, frowning slightly before he cleared his throat. "Redwoody is still goin' strong. Venus is helpin' fill Lyla's seat. Said there's lots of good shit that hasn't been released yet."

The conversation started up again, and Happy was thankful Tig took the spotlight away from him; he didn't want to talk about his personal shit at the table. Not everyone cared about his family as much as Tig and Quinn. The meeting was over fairly quickly after that. Chibs dismissed them with a bang of the gavel, and they all flooded into the clubhouse where the Croweaters were waiting for them.

He ignored them, heading straight for his bike; he wasn't in the mood. He hadn't really indulged in them since Chloe. Something that had not gone unnoticed by the sweetbutts. They were constantly trying. Throwing themselves at him and trying to entice him with all kinds of dirty talk. None of them interested him anymore. They were too easy. Chloe had been a challenge which had initially frustrated him, but he found he kind of liked the chase. Liked working for it. It made the reward that much sweeter.

There was a familiar ache in his heart. One he hadn't felt since he was in prison and isolated from his family. He missed her the same way he'd missed Angela, his Ma, and even his Aunt when he'd been locked up. He missed her because he loved her. He was an idiot not to acknowledge that. He'd fallen for the little nurse without even realizing it. Had fallen for her and lost her because he hadn't been able to protect her. What the hell kind of man was he?

He rode towards St. Thomas without thinking twice about it. He seemed to be ending up there a lot lately, trying to spend as much time with his Mom as possible before the inevitable happened. He followed his usual path, a path he knew by heart. Hell, he was surprised he hadn't worn a path in the shitty linoleum yet. He paused at the window of his mother's room, looking inside to see Chloe sitting at his her bedside, her arm crutches propped up against a nearby wall. The two of them were laughing about something or other, thick as thieves. He hadn't seen his mother laugh so much with anyone other than Angela. He'd thought Chloe would avoid visiting his Ma. That she'd stop caring. But he'd heard she was there just as often as he was. She just waited until he left or went before he got there. He had a feeling, the nurses were texting her his schedule because this was the first time it had overlapped in weeks.

He stood there watching them for a moment before he opened the door. Chloe tensed the second he walked in, the smile fading from her face. She stood, the movement stiff and awkward. She teetered a bit, and he approached her without thinking, offering his arm to steady her. To his surprise, she took it. Warmth spread through him at the place where her soft hands touched his bare arm. He missed that feeling. Missed feeling it all over his body as her hands traced his tattoos when they laid together in bed. Leaning over, he grabbed the crutches for her, offering them to her with his free hand.

"You okay?" he asked before he could stop himself. He wanted to talk to her. Needed to talk to her. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were. Wanted her to walk again. To be there in scrubs, watching over his Ma, not in crutches.

Chloe's hazel eyes stared up at him as if she was shocked he was asking. They'd hovered around each other for some time now, but this was the first time he'd talked to her directly outside of the night before when she'd taken care of Juice and Ken. Her mouth hung open for a brief moment before she closed it quickly. Her hand was still on his arm, connecting him to her warmth. He was surprised she hadn't pulled away yet. "Y-yeah. Yeah. Fine," she said, before lifting her hand and grabbing for the crutches.

He nodded his head slowly, watching her steady herself on the arm crutches. "Good. You look good."

A pink blush rose to her cheeks as she stared up at him. He heard his mother's rough chuckle from behind him and knew she was enjoying every minute of it. "She's going to come back and work with Graci in records," Elena put in, seizing the opportunity to force them to have some type of conversation.

Happy raised his eyebrows in silent question. Chloe nodded slowly. "Yeah. I um...I won't be helping patients or anything. I'll be behind the desk answering phones and stuff, but its better than nothing."

"Good," he said, feeling like an idiot. There had to be something better he could say before repeating the same thing over and over again.

"Yeah," she agreed, bobbing her head awkwardly. She shifted a little on her crutches. "H-how are you?"

He blinked at her, caught off guard by the question. "Fine."

"He hasn't been sleeping well. Look how tired he looks! And skinny too!" Elena commented, clucking her tongue at him. "Do you see?"

Chloe's hazel eyes swept over him, and he could practically feel her gaze setting fire to his skin. He wanted to grab her right then and there, sweep her off her feet and carry her home. Make sure she was safe. Make sure no one but him ever touched her again. A blush rose to her cheeks when her eyes met his. He held her stare for a moment, trying to convey what he couldn't say through it. She swallowed hard before she looked away. "No, he looks good," she said softly. She looked up at him again. "I should go. See you around, Hap. Take care of yourself."

Happy watched her go, stunned by the soft, warmth in her words. She thought he looked good. She wouldn't say that if she didn't still want him, would she? He swallowed hard, wishing he could tuck the stray hair hanging in her face behind her ear. It was torture being near her and not being able to touch her. Not being able to make sure she was taking care of herself. "Yeah. You too, Braun."

Dipping her head, she hobbled out of the room without even saying goodbye to Elena. Once the door was closed behind her, he leaned over the side of his mother's bed, kissing her cheek. "Hey Ma," he greeted before sitting in the chair Chloe had vacated with a heavy sigh. "How you feelin'?"

"I'm fine, mijo," she replied with a warm smile. "Chloe was keeping me entertained. I dunno what's the matter with the two of you. You're dancing around each other like you both don't want the same thing."

Happy grimaced; they'd had this conversation before, and it never helped. "She doesn't want to talk."

"She does. She just doesn't know it."

"Not gonna push her, Ma. I put her in crutches. I get why she doesn't want anythin' more to do with me."

Elena made a show of rolling her eyes. "Mira, I'm going to die soon, and I want to die knowing my son is being taken care of." (Look)

"Don't talk like that," he said on a scowl. "You ain't goin' anywhere. Not any time soon."

"Happy, mi vida," she murmured, her voice warm and sad. "I am an old lady. I have seen my son and my daughter grow up and old. Angelita has her family. She's happy. I want that for you too. Chloe makes you happy." (my life)

" 'm fine."

"No. No you're not. And she's not fine and she misses you. I know she does. She just doesn't want to say it. And you miss her too."

Happy rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed again. "Dunno what to do about her, Ma. If she don't want me, ain't shit I can do about it."

"She wants you. She's just scared now. She'll come back to you. You'll see."

He made a sound of disagreement as he leaned back in his chair. With a sigh, he nodded towards the TV. "What's on?"

"The noticiero. Stop distractin' me," she chastised with a scowl. "Swallow your pride and go after what you want, mijo. Before its too late." (The news)

Again, thank you all for your patience! I appreciate it so much! This has been a crazy time, and its been hard to find time to write!

Please let me know what you think! I always look forward to reading your reviews!

~ Love Ink