MissTeller-Ortiz-Dixon: Thanks for the birthday wishes and review! I was a little apprehensive about the baby plot line, but I think Scarlett and Juice would make great parents, and it builds a whole new dynamic to their relationship :):)

Bamby

JPOV

Rolling over, I expected to feel Scarlett next to me. But I was meet with an empty bed. Shooting up, my eyes landed on her as she stood by the window, dressed in my hoodie and some shorts. Her hair was a messy, the light streaming in and hitting her perfectly. She was so beautiful.

"I love you."

She looked over at me, giving me a small smile that only just reached her eyes. "I love you, too."

Frowning slightly, I ran my hand over my head. "Did you get any sleep last night? You were tossing and turning..."

She shrugged, watching as I got off the bed, walking over to her in just my boxers. "I'm just worried. I know you and the guys will be going back to jail..."

I leaned down, kissing her softly. "We'll be fine. Chibs and Opie will take care of you."

She nodded. "I know."

There was a knock on the door before it opened, Jax and Tara standing there, Abel in Tara's arms. Jax had ended up killing Salazar, both Tara and Hale getting out unharmed.

"Clay wants us at the table." Jax nodded to me.

I gave Scarlett a quick kiss before heading out, moving towards the chapel. I couldn't stop thinking about Scarlett. I understood why she was worried, I was worried too. With how sick she's been, I didn't like not knowing what was going on.

"Have you noticed Scar's been distant since yesterday?" Jax asked as we reached the church doors.

I shrugged, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I think it's just 'cause she's worried about us going back in."

He nodded, taking that as a good enough answer before we took our seats.

SPOV

Tara went to follow the guys but stopped as she looked at me. She frowned, probably noticing how worried I looked. Walking in, she closed the door behind her before sitting on the bed, Abel on her lap.

"Talk."

I looked out the window, shrugging. "There's nothing to-"

"Letti," she warned.

We were too close. She could read me like a book. She knew something was up, and if I lied to her, she'd know that too.

Taking a deep breath, I looked her dead in the face. "I'm four months pregnant."

Her jaw dropped, much like mine had when I found out. "Oh, my God." A smile formed on her lips. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I found out yesterday," I answered, looking back at the window.

There was a silence between us as she watched me, my eyes focusing on the blue sky. Today was supposed to be a happy day. Family breakfast. Abel back. Tara pregnant- yep, she was pregnant too. Everyone together. Yet I couldn't feel the excitement, or the love. I just felt this gut wrenching feeling that Juice won't want me anymore...

"What did Juice say?" she asked before quickly adding. "It's his right? You two weren't official four months back."

"It's his."

She nodded. "Well, what did he say?"

"I haven't told him."

"What? Why not?"

Because he's going to jail, for I don't know how long. Because he might not want kids. Because I'm scared he'll run off and join some other charter to get away. Because I don't want to look at him and see doubt and dying love in his eyes...

"I don't know how to tell him."

She sighed. "They're getting locked up today, Letti."

My head snapped in her direction. I had known they were going back, but I didn't know it was today...

She reached into the pocket of her jean, pulling out some keys. Taking a couple off the chain, she placed them on the bedside table. "These are the keys to my dad's place. It's furnished, everything you'll need is there... well expect baby things." As I continued to look at her with questioning eyes, she went on, "Living in the clubhouse is fine and good, but not when you're pregnant... and not when your man's locked up."

She stood, Abel in her arms as she walked up to me. "The place is yours. You don't have to worry about rent or anything like that. Just move in, make yourself at home." She wrapped her free arm around me. "I'm so happy for you." She smiled before walking out.

JPOV

I stood behind the bar with Happy, people slowly arriving. The morning was just getting started as Gemma and a few sweetbutts carried food to sit them on the bar in front of Happy and me. We were told not to touch, that we had to wait for everyone. As more people arrived, I found myself looking over to the hallway. Scarlett was still in our room and my worry for her just kept increasing.

"Juice!" I looked over at Clay. "Go get my daughter. Tell her breakfast is ready," he ordered.

I nodded, moving towards the hall before heading to our room.

"Scarlett?"

She sat on the bed, still in shorts and my hoodie. Two keys sat in her hand as she looked down at them, deep in thought. She placed the keys on the bedside table. "Yeah?"

"Breakfast is ready," I told her.

She just nodded before looking away, wiping at her face. "I'll be out in a minute."

I walked in, knowing she was crying. Closing the door, I moved to sit next to her. "Talk to me. Please. I don't know how to help if you don't tell me what's going on."

She sighed, still looking at the ground. As she slowly turned to look at me, her eyes watery and cheeks wet from the tears, my heart tightened. I had never seen her look so broken, not even when Abel was gone.

SPOV

I stood up. I couldn't sit there looking at him when his eyes were full of pity. I felt bad enough already. But I knew I couldn't keep this from him any longer. I had to tell him, before he was gone.

"Tara gave me the keys to her dad's place," I started, trying to work up some courage. "When you're gone, she thinks it'll be best that I have my own place. Because, well..." I started to pace, feeling him watch me. "You know I went to the hospital yesterday, right?" He nodded silently. "Well, when I told you they found nothing... it wasn't really true."

He shot of the bed, grabbing my shoulders. "You're okay, right? God, you can't be sick, not when I'm going-"

I shook my head. "I'm not sick, Juice."

He frowned, confused. "Then what's wrong?"

I looked to the ground, a tear rolling down my cheek. "I'm pregnant."

Time stopped. Everything around me stilled as I let my words get through to him. I didn't want to ruin this by talking, scaring him off. Looking up at him, I saw his eyes wide, an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

"Juice?"

"Pregnant?" he asked, and I nodded. "Pregnant?" he repeated.

I stepped away from him, feeling my heart crumble. He was freaking out. He was so going to run. "Yes. I'm pregnant. I'm sorry. I just- I didn't know how to tell you, and I only found out yesterday. And I was scared-"

He grabbed my shoulder, turning me around. I gasped as his lips crashed down on mine, his hands holding me softly as if he didn't want to break me. He pulled back, his eyes dark. I looked into them, finding myself going on.

"They're twins."

He pushed his lips on to mine again, each kiss more heated and hungry than the last. He poured his love into me, holding me against his body. We broke apart, needing air, staring at each other. I don't know why I had ever doubted he'd turn away from me. Looking at him now, all I saw was love.

"I'm four months along," I told him.

"With our twins." He nodded, smiling. "Our babies."

"I thought you'd hate me..." I admitted.

He shook his head, smile falling slightly. "I love you, Scarlett. Do I need to show you how much you mean to me?"

I grinned, the darkness in his eyes telling me what he meant. "I'm sure a demonstration wouldn't hurt."

He didn't hesitate, just pushed his lips against mine, backing us up until I was pressed against the desk. His hands, no longer scared he'd break me, gripped on to my thighs as he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him. He pushed himself against me, the lump in his pants pressing against my core.

I groaned as we worked together, taking his shirt off and his hoodie that I was wearing, leaving him bare chested and me in my bra.

Our tongues danced together as our hands fumbled to get his pants undone, desire filling us. Impatience grew as he pushed his pants down, grabbing at my shorts to get rid of them as well. I slipped my hand into his boxers, stroking him, causing him to groan against my lips

"What's taking you two so long?" The door burst open. Tig stood there wide eyed as he stared at Juice and me. "Holy Shit!"

"Tig!" I pulled my hand out of Juice's pants, hiding behind him.

Juice grabbed his hoodie, passing it to me as he used his body to shield mine. "You mind?!" he asked as he pulled up his pants.

"What's going on?" Bobby's voice called before his head popped into the room. His eyes practically bugged out of his head. "What are you doing to her?!"

"What? Is he hurtin' Letti?" Chibs' voice called.

Before anyone else came into the room Juice walked to the door, shoving them out and slamming it closed. He looked over at me with a sigh. I couldn't help but laugh, walking over to him.

He kissed me deeply. "We're not finished here."

I nodded, hands on his still bare chest. "I know."

...

After getting dressed- and being quick about it seeing as Tig, Bobby and Chibs were on the other side of the door telling Juice not to touch their Princess- we headed out to join the others for breakfast.

I smiled, his arm around me, as we walked over to Tara, Jax and Abel.

Juice looked to me with a grin, asking for permission. I nodded before he cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... I got something to say," he called out, the chatter quieting as everyone turned to him. "Scarlett's pregnant!" he cheered.

The place filled with cheers and claps as everyone smiled at us. Suddenly I had everyone moving to hug me, rubbing my belly. With Tara pregnant and now me, all the bad stuff just didn't matter at this moment.

"Congratulations, brother!" Chibs hugged Juice, patting him on the back. "You two will have some good looking little ones." He laughed, moving over to me arms open. I hugged him, my smile never fading.

"I don't know how to feel about this," Clay said from behind me, grinning. He looked to Juice. "I'm happy for you, you'll be a good dad... but you knocked up my daughter."

Gemma slapped his chest. "Nonsense. We're happy. Congratulations." She leaned over to kiss my cheek. "I had a feeling," she whispered to me.

"Well..." I grinned. "There's more..."

"Don't tell me you're getting married?" Jax asked from where he stood by Juice, the two of them having been talking amongst themselves.

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, not that." I placed a hand on my stomach. "Actually, we're having twins."

The cheers started again, everyone yelling happily at the news.

"Not to take your moment." Ope came to join us before yelling. "Lyla's got something she wants to say."

I looked to his girlfriend- who had become a good friend of mine- as she lifted her hand, showing us the ring that sat on her finger. "We're getting married."

The cheers just kept coming.

I hugged Lyla, holding her tight. "Oh, my God!" I laughed.

She nodded. "You know that means you and Tara are gonna have to be my bridesmaids, right?"

I laughed again, never feeling his happy in my life. "Of, course!"

"To Lyla and Scarlett!" Clay toasted, raising his beer.

Everyone cheered, raising their drinks too as we laughed and yelled. Smiles on every face.

...

I looked over at Juice as he stood at the bar. He was supposed to be doing something on his computer for the club, but he kept looking up at me. He looked at me in a way that made my heart skip a beat, smiling as I continued to clean up.

"You done with that, doll?" one of the crow eaters asked, gesturing to the pile of plates I held. I nodded, letting her take it from me.

I felt hands snake around my waist from behind me, Juice leaning over to kiss my neck. "I love you," he told me, his hands rested on my stomach. "And you two, as well."

I smiled, leaning against him. "We love you, too."

"I think we should get a dog. I don't want you in that house by yourself." He kissed my neck.

"A dog?" I laughed, turning in his arms.

He just shrugged. "Why not?"

I leaned forward, kissing him sweetly. I had never liked the idea of having kids, with how my life was. The club, Drew, the enemies. It had all been too dangerous. But looking up at Juice, I knew this is what I wanted. Kids. A house. Heck, even a dog, maybe a cat. I wanted to have a life with him. I wanted to grow old together.

Ope walked up to us with a sigh. "Letti."

Looking over at him, stepping away from Juice I nodded. "What's up?"

"Gemma just turned herself in."

Bamby