I'm back from the dead, people. It's been a while, I know, but I just got uninspired. I'm inspired again, though.
Juice slipped out of bed a few days later, kissing Ana's cheek as he did. It was still dark outside, but Juice needed to get a run in before heading to the clubhouse to see what Jax had planned for him. Jax was still pretty angry at him, but the end result was worth it. Nero did get Darvany out of the state and into a discreet rehab facility, courtesy of the documents that Juice had forged for them. There was no chances of her ratting on them, and the club could breathe a little easier now that the DA's only hope was out of the picture.
Juice took a quick lap around the block, and thought about everything going on. Ana was due in a few weeks, and Juice had been toying with the idea of marrying her once Gia was born. He knew it would help ease the tension with Gemma. Watching Ana get married may make the sting of their eventual departure hurt a little less. Jenni had been emailing him about jobs and houses in Sacremento. Juice had some money put back in a banking account overseas, so getting a house would be nothing. If he could find a job in computers or automotive, they'd be set.
Sure, he'd have to remove his tattoos. Blacking the ink out was reserved for those who were excommunicated, like Clay. He'd have to grow out his hair to cover the scalp tattoos, but he could handle that. Ana liked his hair when it was grown out, anyway.
Panting a little, he reached the house just as the sun was coming up. He walked in and smiled when he noticed Ana was still asleep. Stripping off his shirt, he tossed it into the hamper and headed to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stripped out of the rest of his clothes before he stepped in.
He sighed as the hot water hit his body, and he closed his eyes as it ran rivers down. For one moment, he could forget about everything going on and just take a breath.
Juice was so lost in his relaxation that he didn't hear Ana come into the bathroom until she got in the shower with him.
"Everything okay?" she asked, grabbing a washcloth and the soap.
Juice just nodded, looking at her changing body. Pregnancy suited her body well. She was swollen in the right places, and she still had the glow he'd always heard about. His throat went dry as he realized just how sexy she was.
"I can't," she said, reading his mind, and noticing his aroused state. "Doctor's orders."
"I know," he said huskily, pulling her closer to him. "But Tara didn't say anything about a make out session."
He pressed his lips to hers hungrily, smiling as she moaned softly. He pressed soft kissed up and down her neck, not able to get enough of her. He loved the sounds coming from her, and regretted that she couldn't go all the way. He wanted to make her feel good, and it had been months since they'd had sex.
However, he realized that there were other ways, and he grinned against her lips and he ran one hand down and in between her legs. She spread her legs a little so he could have easier access as she grabbed his dick with one of her hands and began to pump it softly.
"Shit," Juice hissed between his teeth, burying his face in her neck and nipping the skin there. Ana gasped and arched against his palm as she tightened her grip around his shaft, making him moan in return.
Right before they reached their peak, though, Juice's phone rang. The mood effectively killed, Juice sighed and kissed Ana on the cheek before getting out of the shower to answer it. Ana just rolled her eyes and finished the shower alone, hoping that this baby would hurry and come soon, because she was ready to be with Juice again.
"What a day."
Juice glanced over at Collete and nodded absent mindedly. It had been a day indeed. Jax was talking about getting another Diosa house up and running, and then the Persian torture porn assholes shot up Barosky's shop. Juice was told to stay behind with Collete while they went to sort everything out.
"What's your name, sweetie? Is it really Juice?" she asked, puffing a cigarette.
Juice just laughed a little and shook his head.
"Only a few women know my name," he said. "One of them is the girl I'm going to marry. Just call me Juice."
Collete laughed and nodded in agreement.
"You're engaged, that's sweet," she said. "I think Jax has told me about you guys. Ana, right?"
"Yeah," Juice said, intrigued. "I'm about to be a dad."
"Congratulations," Colette said sincerely. "Really. Kids are the best."
"Oh yeah?" Juice asked curiously. "You got kids?"
Colette looked really sad for a minute, then shrugged.
"Doesn't matter," she said. "I think you're going to be a great dad. Jax has a lot of good things to say about you."
Juice couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He was happy that the president had that much faith in him, even though he knew that Juice was leaving. He and Colette talked for a few more minutes before Barosky came to get her. As Colette left, Juice thought back on their conversation. He'd turned into a real family guy, talking about his girl and the baby on the way. He liked the way it felt.
Meanwhile, Ana was dealing with a crisis. Gemma was on the warpath with Tara again, for some reason that she truly gave zero fucks about. Gemma wasn't worried about that today, though, because now they had bigger fish to fry.
Nero was a suspect in a murder that involved one of his girls. Ana didn't believe it for a minute, she'd met Nero and she couldn't remember the last time she'd met someone who was as kind and fatherly as he was. Nero cared, even when he shouldn't. He wasn't the type to kill anyone, much less a girl.
"What do I do?" Gemma was saying. "I know Nero thinks it's going to be okay, but I don't think it is. I'm scared, Ana."
"I think you should relax," Ana said, scooting over so Gemma could sit down. "Take a deep breath, and clear your mind."
Gemma took a seat and took some deep breaths. Ana could tell it was working, Gemma was visibly relaxing.
"Right," she said. "Right. I'm going to talk to Eli."
"That would be best," Ana said. "His wife is also due soon, so he'll be in a good mood."
Gemma gave a rare grin and hugged Ana.
"Thank you," she said. "Really. Get some rest, okay? I know little Miss is going to be coming soon."
Ana smiled back and waited for Gemma to leave before lying back on her couch. She wasn't kidding about Gia-Ana'd been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a couple of days. She'd already been checked out by Tara who confirmed she wasn't in labor yet, but it would be soon.
Soon couldn't come soon enough.
Juice was not having a good day. He'd been picked up by the racist assholes who had carved up Unser. He was okay, but he had to get away from them fast. Now Jax was looking at him like an idiot again, which, admittedly, he was today. He'd been feeling off all afternoon, and he'd had a feeling things were going to get worse before they got better.
Jax came back from his phone call and glanced at the guys.
"Irish are at the warehouse," he said, confused.
"We only take deliveries at Wahewa," Juice replied, knowing that his off feeling was probably due to this bullshit. "Something's wrong."
"No shit," Jax said, his brow furrowing. Juice knew that wasn't meant toward him, it was said out of frustration for everything. "We gotta go. Don't worry about Gerber, we'll handle him"
"Alright," Darby said, shaking Jax's hand. After telling Rat to stay behind, Jax told everyone to head to the warehouse, so they could stop the Irish before they caused too much havoc.
However, once they got there, Juice knew they were too late. Happy and him noticed the blood spot on the ground immediately and alerted Jax.
"Phil! Lin!" Jax yelled, as the guys headed to the warehouse doors. Happy and Tig opened them, guns drawn, but they lowered once they took in what was waiting for them.
"Holy fuck," Juice whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Phil and Lin's cuts were on the ground, and their hands laid on top of them. Juice looked over and saw their mutilated and dismembered corpses in a corner.
Juice stepped out. He couldn't deal with it anymore. Lin and Phil were good guys, never had a bad thing to say to anyone. Their deaths were senseless, and were meant to make a point to the Sons. Jax's face was filled with grief and rage as Juice backed away, and he knew it was not a good combination.
He walked down the path to the empty field. He hopped on a fence and sat there, trying to make sense of it all.
"Thought you may be here," Happy said, coming up from behind him. "I couldn't stay, either."
Juice nodded, glowering at the vultures surrounding some dead carcass in the distance.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" Happy asked. Juice shrugged, but he knew after today, he probably was.
"It makes sense if you do. You got family," Happy continued.
"So does Jax," Juice said.
"You're not Jax," Happy retorted. Juice looked up in surprise. Happy never really said anything bad against Jax. It went against his code of honor. "I'm a soldier, brother. It's how I'm wired. I take his orders without question. Once you begin questioning, it's time to go, and I know you, Juice. You've been questioning for a while. Since before Ana left."
They sat in silence for a while, before Juice spoke up.
"What about you? When are you leaving?" Juice asked Happy. "I know you like my sister. And you like my nieces. You don't like people easily, but you like them. So tell me, Lowman, when are you leaving?"
Happy shrugged. Juice was right. He liked Jenni a lot, and her kids had grown on him in a way he both loved and hated.
"Jen and I ain't had that conversation," he admmited. "She knows I can't be with her the way she wants me to. Not right now. I'll leave when I start questioning, too."
Happy jumped off the fence and hit Juice's shoulder.
"Enough of this kumbaya shit. Come on. Let's go clean up the Irish stew."
Okay so obviously I haven't wrote on this in a while. I don't know what happened. Actually, I do. I rewatched season seven and instead of getting inspired, it zapped me emotionally.
But I'm back, though I won't be updating as regularly as I hoped. I have some more stories I'm writing lately, but that's just for fun.
Gia will probably come in the next chapter or the one after.
Also, Theo Rossi is officially a hot dad! His son was born and the name is so beautiful.