Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or anything else associated with the franchise. All that beautiful goodness comes from its creators. Thank you
Note: Should have put this in the first chapter that this story spans from season 1 up to the beginning of season 4. Please pay close attention to the dates as they will jump around in time, I made them in bold in hopes they will be easier to notice. Story is rated M for mature themes, language and sexual content.
Note 2: I know that the time line doesn't add up well in the show, so I adhere to my own timeframe to make it work…hopefully
*2nd Disclaimer at bottom
September 24th 2008
It was just around eight am when Juice walked into Clary's house. He could already hear Josie fussing about something in the kitchen making him grin as he closed the door behind him. Walking into the kitchen he stopped, a perplexed look on his face. Happy was sitting at the table munching on a bowl of cereal watching Josie throw spoonsful of her own cereal on the floor.
"Jo," Juice laughed stepping forward, "What are you doing?"
Josie's head snapped to face him and the spoon she was holding went flying into the air, "Daddy!"
Juice moved forward quickly when Josie starting rocking side to side in her high chair trying to get out. His hands launched out pulling her out the chair just as it tumbled to its side. Holding her against him he looked down at the pile of cheerios on the floor.
He glanced up with his head cocked to the side to stare at Happy, "Couldn't stop her?"
Happy shrugged his shoulders as he continued eating his cereal. Juice sighed walking over the counter to grab a clean spoon before heading back to the table. He pulled out a chair; sitting down with Josie in his lap he pulled her bowl of cereal towards them. Holding the spoon in front of her, she held out her pudgy little hands trying to grab it.
"Can I trust you to actually eat?" Juice asked with the spoon just out of her reach.
"Yes," Josie screeched still reaching for it.
Juice stared at her for a second before handing the spoon to her. With one hand she gripped the spoon and with the other she pulled the bowl closer to them. He eyed her cautiously for a minute making sure she wasn't about to fling the cereal anywhere. After watching her eat a few bites without a problem he looked back up at Happy, "Where's Clary?"
"She got a call this morning for a job, she's packing for it." Happy responded.
"Did you sleep here?" Juice asked a jealous tone to his voice.
"Yep," Happy answered ignoring the glare Juice was giving him, "I stay in the guestroom sometimes when I'm passing through."
Juice's brows raised in surprise, "Really?"
"Is that a problem?" Happy deadpanned.
"No," Juice shook his head, "Of course not. Besides it's not really any of my business."
"Your right, it's not." Happy retorted going back to his cereal.
Juice continued to stare at him when Clary suddenly came walking into the kitchen carrying a duffle bag and her work briefcase. She smiled when she caught sight of him and sat her bags down on the ground, "Oh good you're here."
She strode across to the kitchen counter to pour herself some coffee in her travel mug as she continued to talk, "I packed Josie a bag, and it's in her room. I shouldn't be gone longer than three days."
"Three days…" he repeated holding onto Josie who was watching her mother.
"If something comes up and you have major business to attend to you can take her to Ope's and Donna will watch her. If you just need someone for a few hours just call Sam." Clary finished walking back over to them.
She sat her coffee down on the table before lifting Josie out of Juice's lap and snuggling the girl to her chest, "Be good for daddy sweetie."
"Yes Momma," Josie spoke patting her face.
Clary kissed her cheek before handing her back to Juice. She then leaned down pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back, "I'm taking a taxi to the airport so you can use the jeep."
Juice nodded, "Okay. Don't worry about her; I'll take care of everything."
"Thanks," Clary whispered leaning down giving him another kiss.
He returned the kiss and smiled as she stepped back picking up her coffee. Clary gave Josie one more kiss to her cheek before walking around the table and giving Happy a kiss to the top of his head.
Juice watched as Happy swatted his arm back making Clary laugh as she jumped out of the way of his swinging hand. Josie erupted into a fit of giggles at the display and Clary stuck her tongue out at the little girl as she grabbed her bags.
"Take care of my baby boys!" Clary shouted as she left the house.
At the sound of the door shutting Josie set back in her dad's arm and stared up at him with a blank expression. Juice smiled down at her, "Well Jo what do you want to do?"
Her expression suddenly turned serious, "Be a princess."
"Aright then," he nodded.
Clary sighed resting her forehead in her hand when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She glanced up to see the smiling face of the first-class flight attendant, "Are you alright Ma'am?"
"Yes, just feeling a little bit nauseous." Clary answered with a faint smile.
The flight attendant looked down at her with concern, "If there anything I can get you?"
"Perhaps a ginger ale, if you have any please?"
"Of course, Ma'am, I'll be right back." The flight attendant spoke before walking away.
Clary leaned back in her seat as she took a deep breath trying to relax wondering why her stomach was rolling. Yesterday she had also felt nauseous on her flight to Toronto, but it hadn't lasted long. Flying wasn't something new to her so she knew it wasn't nerves.
When the flight attendant returned, Clary thanked her for the beverage as she pulled her phone from her pocket. Sipping the drink, she brought her calendar up scanning all the little notes she had listed. One particular note jumped out at her and she tapped her fist on the tray table as she slipped her phone back in her pocket.
It was raining when her flight landed in New York, making traffic terrible as the town car carrying her inched along. The rain hadn't lessened any when the car pulled up to the hotel just before noon. Clary waited for the driver to open the door for her before she climbed out, standing under an umbrella the driver quickly handed it to her to hold.
She waited next to the door as he grabbed her bags out of the trunk and quickly returned to hand them to her. She handed the umbrella back before grabbing her bags from him and started to walk forward with him following trying to keep the umbrella over her. Clary paused turning to him with a smile, "It's just rain. Thanks for the ride Frankie."
"You're Welcome Ms. Melody. I'll pick you up on Saturday." the driver smiled staying rooted to his spot as Clary walked forward into the rain.
The doors to the hotel were swung open as she approached them, and she walked through giving the doormen a smile. The lobby was full of people, but there wasn't much noise as Clary made her way to the check in podium. When she made eye contact with the concierge she smiled brightly, "How are you Charon?"
"Ah Ms. Duval, It's very nice to see you again. I am well and thank you for asking," the man smiled before glancing at his computer screen, "I see we have you staying only two nights."
"Yes, unfortunately I have only one client to attend too."
"How is Miss Josephine doing?" Charon questioned as he checked her into the computer.
"Getting big, getting bossy." Clary smiled.
Charon chuckled as handed her the room key, "Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Duval?"
"Actually, can you send the Doctor to my room?" she asked taking the key.
"Of course," he nodded, "and welcome again to the Continental."
"Thank you," Clary smiled again turning away from the concierge and heading for the elevator.
She wasn't in her room for very long when there was a knock at the door. Moving across the room she pulled the door open to see an older gentleman carrying a large black bag, "Doctor, come in."
Clary stepped aside to let the Doctor into the room. He made his way into setting his bag down onto the little table nestled in the corner.
"Good to see you again Ms. Duval," he smiled turning towards her, "What is it that I can do for you?"
Clary smiled looking him in the eye. "Well Doc…..."
September 27th 2008
Donna glanced down at the children on her way to answer the front door. All three kids were laying on the floor watching a movie too wrapped up in it to pay attention to the ringing door bell. She sighed walking into the foyer pulling the front door open.
"Clary," Donna breathed her shoulders relaxing as she pulled the door further open, "Your home."
"Morning Donna, Juice texted me yesterday saying he had to drop Josie off over here last night." she smiled stepping into the house.
"She's still in her pajamas; the kids are watching a movie. Have you had breakfast?" Donna muttered walking into the house.
Clary pushed the door shut before following her, "I could nibble again."
"We're having pancakes." Donna announced heading into the kitchen.
Clary stepped over Ellie and bent down to give Josie a kiss on the top of her head, "Hi baby."
Josie didn't move or flinch just completely ignored her staring at the TV screen that was playing Ice Age. Clary sighed stepping over Kenny to head for the kitchen where the smell of pancakes was making her stomach growl.
She set down at the table where Donna placed a plate of heavenly looking pancakes before her, "You're the best Donna."
Throwing some butter on them she grabbed the syrupy drenching her food in lovely gooeyness. Grabbing a fork, she cut up the pancakes before stabbing a piece and shoving it in her mouth. A small moan escaped her throat and she sat there enjoying the savory goodness.
Swallowing her last bite Clary opened her eyes to grab another when she noticed Donna staring at her with an arched eyebrow.
"What?" Clary asked looking up at Donna.
Donna set down the spatula and stepped forward bending down to look Clary in the eyes. She continued to stare at her and Clary sat frozen unblinking, "What?"
"Do you have something you need to tell me?" Donna questioned suddenly still looking her in the eyes.
A sly smile crept onto Clary's face as she popped another piece of pancake into her mouth, "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Donna repeated with a glare.
"I might have a doctor's appointment on Monday."
Donna's eyes lit up as she clasped her hands together, "Really?"
Clary nodded making Donna pull her up from the seat and into her arms squeezing her tightly, "Oh my god."
"Yeah yeah yeah, let me back to the pancakes."
Gemma turned her head away from the window at the sound of approaching heels clicking on the linoleum. Her eyes landed on Clary walking towards her carrying her purse and a small white paper bag. Gemma eyed her for a second, "Where's Josie?"
"Sam is watching her," Clary answered stopping next to her and looking through the window at Abel lying in the incubator, "How's he doing?"
"Doc says he could be in there another two months." Gemma sighed.
Clary grabbed her hand giving it a gentle squeeze, "As long as he gets better, he can take all the time he needs."
"Right," Gemma stared at the baby before looking back at Clary, "Why did you leave the baby with Sam?"
"I didn't want to bring her to my doctor's appointment." Clary answered with a coy smile.
"A doctor's appointment for what?" there was a worried tone to Gemma's voice.
Clary didn't say anything she only held out the white paper bag. Gemma snatched it from her hand ripping it open and shifting through its contents. She pulled one box out of the bag looking down at it before her head snapped up, "Are these pre-natal's?"
"Three weeks," Clary smiled.
"Oh my god baby," Gemma shoved the box back in the bag and grabbed a hold of Clary pulling her into a hug.
She laughed as Gemma squeezed her tightly before releasing her, but keeping a hand on Clary's stomach. Gemma looked her in the eyes, "You going to tell me who the father is?"
Clary's eyes lit up with devilish humor, "That would just take all the fun away."
"Pulling the same move like last time?" Gemma chuckled.
Clary smirked, "Well it was extremely amusing watching them fumble around."
July 4th 2005
She could already hear loud music playing when she arrived at the Morrow house. Parking her jeep at the curb Clary slipped down to the ground before walking around to the back. She opened the back door and pulled out the dessert she had baked for the holiday party. Slinking her hands through the loops of the plastic bags in the back seat she yanked them out of vehicle and elbowed the door closed.
Walking into the house she was greeted by the several smiling faces of those that made up the Morrow Teller automotive family and Sam Crow. Dropping the bags on the counter she smiled when Gemma approached her holding out her hands for the dessert box.
"Baby you shouldn't be carrying all that," Gemma huffed taking the box.
Clary almost rolled her eyes at Gemma's overprotective mother instinct, but instead she just smiled. Standing at the counter, a short black-haired girl around her age approached her, "Can I get you a drink Clary?"
"Thanks Sam, but I got it covered." Clary smiled pulling open a cabinet door to grab Gemma's tea kettle.
Filling up the kettle she sat in on the stove to heat up some water as Gemma made her way back over to her.
"You hungry baby?" Gemma asked squeezing her arm.
She shook her head, "Not right now my stomach is just now settling from this morning."
"Do you need me to get you a sprite? That's been helping lately," Gemma inquired moving her hand up to Clary's shoulder.
"No thanks, I'm just going to make some tea that I brought." she responded holding up a box of decaffeinated English breakfast.
"Alright baby, you let me know if you need anything." Gemma kissed the side of her head before walking away.
A few minutes later Clary made her way outside onto the back porch to see the majority of Sam Crow sitting under the covered section of the porch. Clay and Jax were both standing at the grill in the open part of the porch, but were still close enough to hear anything going on.
"Afternoon gentlemen," Clary smiled walking forward holding a mug of tea.
There were a dozen excited shouts of Clary as she hugged Jax and Clay before walking to the rest of the biker gang. Chibs stood up holding out his chair for her to sit in and Clary smiled brightly at him as she sat down in the chair next to Tig. Once she was settled Chibs grabbed another chair and pulled it up next to her.
Tig eyed her as she raised her mug up to take a sip from it, "What the hell you drinking?"
"Tea," she smirked, "which I know might be an unfamiliar beverage to you."
Laughs filled the air as Tig grinned at her, "Why are you drinking tea? You pregnant or something?"
"Yep," Clary answered sipping her tea.
There were several what's shouted, while Juice who had been taking a sip of his beer spit it out all over the table. Tig stared at her horrified for a second before he started shouting shit over and over again. Piney stood up with a growl walking towards the house, "Gonna go get my shotgun."
Everyone continued to stare at Clary without speaking and she looked around at each of them with a smirk. She glanced behind her shoulder to see Piney disappear into the house to probably fulfill on his threat. Clary rose from the chair, "I better go stopped Piney before he starts mowing people down."
"Yeah good idea," Clay responded as Clary was passing him, "Congratulations be the way."
"Thanks Clay."
It was two hours later when Chibs exited the bathroom walking past Clay and Gemma's bedroom when he heard the angry voices of Tig and Juice, "Well it has to be one of us."
Chibs stopped next to the cracked door when he heard Clary answer, "That doesn't matter."
"Like hell it doesn't matter Clary, we deserve to know which one of us it is," Juice's voice growled.
Tig's voice came next, "Speak for your-self. I just want to make sure it's not mine."
Chibs rolled his eyes, of course Tig would respond that way. He leaned more towards the crack when Clary started to talk, "The only reason both of you are freaking out right now is because you're worried that you're going to have to be financially responsible."
The men remained silent as Clary continued, "It doesn't matter which one of you is the father, because this is my baby. I don't need any money or any help when it comes to my child."
"But Clary," Juice started but Clary must have done something because he stopped talking.
"I mean it, consider your-selves free and clear."
"I can roll with that," Tig's relived voice filled the air.
Chibs shook his head walking down the hall to rejoin the party. He wanted to make sure he was far enough away from that trio of chaos before they left the room.
March 12th 2006
"Should be any minute now," Bobby's voice filtered over the group as they lounged over the chairs in the waiting room.
Tig and Juice were both sitting down looking nauseous, a look that had been on both their faces since Gemma had calling saying Clary was about to deliver her baby. That had been 20 minutes ago and all the guys had immediately ridden for the hospital to be there for her.
"You two look like you're about to be sick," Jax laughed leaning back in his chair with his feet on the coffee table.
"Not right now man," Tig grumbled glaring at Jax.
The rest of the guys laughed loudly at their misfortune until the sound of heels coming down the hallway made them go silent. Juice and Tig leapt to their feet staring at entrance to the waiting room when Gemma appeared. She looked around the room at each of the men making the expectant father's more nervous.
A sly smile crossed her lips, "Juice, Clary would like to see you."
"YES!" Tig shouted throwing his fist in the air and turning back to the other guys in the club.
Juice stood in place stunned staring at Gemma with his mouth hanging open in shock. She held her hand out, "Come on sweetheart. There's someone you got to meet."
He stumbled forward taking Gemma's hand who in turn guided him down the hallway towards the delivery rooms. It felt like his feet were becoming lead as they approached the door. Gemma smiled pushing the it open and stepping through the threshold. Juice followed her stepping into the room with wide eyes.
The first thing he noticed was Donna standing next to the hospital bed that Clary was laying in. Clary was holding a small bundle in her arms smiling up at the dark-haired woman. Donna's eyes flickered up to look at Juice before looking back down at Clary as she leaned forward. She whispered something to her as she squeezed Clary's arm before walking around the bed heading towards them.
Donna stopped next to him but had her eyes on Gemma, "She would like a minute."
At that Donna exited the room and Gemma patted him on the shoulder before following Donna. The sound of the door closing echoed around the room making his heart leap as he faced Clary's direction again.
"Come here Juan," Clary's humored voice filled his ears.
Juice walked forward slowly, his heart hammered in his chest. He stared at the small bundle in her arms when he reached the side of the bed. Clary was leaning against the raised mattress, her hair stuck to her forehead while her face displayed a mixture of happiness and exhaustion.
She smiled up at him, "There is someone I would like you to meet."
He remained still as Clary held the bundle up to him and he very carefully took it from her arms. He used his left arm to hold the baby's head and body as he softly pushed the blanket out of the baby's face. Warm brown eyes that matched his perfectly were staring up at him and there were a few strands of black hair donning her head. He eyed the baby a bit more noticing that even though her skin was bit red from birthing she was going to have his olive skin tone. A wide smile crossed his face as he looked down at those adorable features.
"Her name is Josephine Carleigha," Clary breathed watching Juice give the baby a goofy grin before finishing, "Ortiz."
Juice looked up at her in surprise, "Really?"
A small laugh escaped her as she gave him an adoring look, "Just because I plan on taking care of her by my-self doesn't mean you're not her father."
"I want to help," he replied looking at the baby girl in his arms.
Clary smiled reaching out to place her hand on his arm, "We'll just take it slow, okay?"
"Okay," he held her closer to him as he looked back up at Clary, "Is it alright if I go introduce her to the guys?"
"Go ahead Papi," she smiled.
He could already hear the guys talking as he turned the corner towards the waiting room. Moving slowly, he smiled as he entered, "Hey guys."
The brothers of SAMCRO turned towards him, Gemma standing by Clay smiled as Donna stood squeezing Piney's arm. Juice glanced down at the baby for a brief second before looking back at his brothers with a triumph look, "I would like all of you to meet Josephine."
Taking a few more steps forward he was surrounded by the other men as they looked down at the tiny bundle his arms. Chibs clamped a hand on his back, "Congratulations Juicy."
"Let us have a hold," Bobby grinned holding out his arms.
Juice held the baby closer to his chest, "Sorry man, not ready to let go."
The guys laughed as Bobby nodded his head smirking, "Not a problem we get it."
"Hope she looks like her mom," Tig chuckled.
Juice glared at him, "Don't start with that shit."
"Seriously Tig?" Jax laughed.
Tig laughed at them, "I'm just saying Juice would make an ugly woman."
"What the fuck is wrong with you. Sit down," Clay growled shoving Tig towards a chair before turning to Juice, "Congratulations Juice."
Gemma pushed through the guys to wrap her arm around Juice's shoulder, "Just enjoy this moment baby."
"Thanks Gem," Juice grinned looking back down at his little girl his heart bursting with pride.
Disclaimer: I don't intend this to be a crossover, but I am incorporating the world of the John Wick franchise into this story. The same goes for the John Wick franchise as it does for the Sons of Anarchy, all those beautiful ideas and characters come from their creators not me.