A/N: Apologies that it has been so long since I last updated this story however now I hope to get a chapter or two up for you to enjoy. I doubt this one will be as long as it's predecessor in this series of stories on Juice and his love but I should get it finished as I have a one shot called 'When the kids get out' that is a little story on their kids that I want to upload and I won't till this is done. So let's press on shall we…

This chapter is set a few months after the last chapter.

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Jasmine leaned backward in the bath the hot water easing the tension in her back as she let out a sigh of contentment she was pleased to be off her feet and relaxing if only for a few minutes. The last few months had taken their toll on her with her anxiety about her pregnancy especially with the prospect that the new baby, 'no' she thought, 'babies' might turn out like their older sister Alex.

At the moment all was peaceful in her and Juice's home as their little hellion was currently with the Teller boys being looked after by Tara who herself was expecting another. Jasmine smiled widely to herself as she thought about the Samcro queen, Tara and Jax had been pleased for Juice and Jasmine when they had announced her pregnancy but like everyone present a little concerned that there might be two more versions of Alex running around soon although the little girl was loved by all in the MC especially by her playmates Abel and Thomas Teller. Especially by little Abel Teller who would allow no other to come within 6 feet of Alex when they played together even his own brother Thomas had a hard time getting to be able to play with Alex whom both boys seemed to see like a little sister although Abel it seemed, saw Alex as more than just a sister Jasmine was certain.

Jasmine continued to lay back in the bath allowing the heat of the water to relax her and she felt a sense of peace that she had not felt for a while, life was going good for her and Juice and it was a life that in her life before coming to Charming that she never thought she would ever have, a loving husband and family and just as importantly a home.

Suddenly her peace and tranquility was shattered as she heard a crash by the front door and a loud exclamation as someone came through the front door cursing as more crashing sounds were heard. Jasmine quickly moved or as quickly as she could now that she was now seven months pregnant with twins.

Pulling her robe around her and reaching for the gun that she had stashed in the bathroom she eased the bathroom door open and glanced into the hallway moving cautiously as the sound of crashing downstairs intensified and she heard what sounded like more people entering her and Juice's home.

Moving as silently and as swiftly as she could for a pregnant lady, Jasmine moved to the top of the stairs making sure to keep as close to the wall so as the intruders down stairs could not see her, no thought of actually escaping entering her mind as it would with any other woman while intruders downstairs blundered about and she reached into her robes pocket pulling out her smartphone and quickly typed a text into it one handed as she kept her gun and one eye on the floor below. She could not as yet see the intruders and for all she knew it could be one or more of the prospects that Juice had said he was sending over to help clear the last of the old junk out of the soon to be new nursery for the twins she was expecting but Jasmine was taking no chance that it was not the prospects and as soon as she finished her typing she sent the text to Juice's phone.

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There was much joking in the garage as the guys finished off their various jobs ready for the weekend and before their usual Friday night party. Juice was at that moment bent over the engine of a clapped out piece of junk that had been brought in by one of their oldest customers Mrs Duncannon and he swore under his breath as he worked that the car had to be as old as she was. Never had he seen an engine that looked, he glanced around the inside of the engine again to be certain of what he was looking at, that was wired and put together as strangely as this one was and wondered not for the first time since he had been given the work sheet for this job who he had pissed off to get such a pain in the ass job.

Every time Mrs Duncannon brought her car in all the other mechanics would make themselves scarce as none wanted to deal with the either the cantankerous old lady or her monster of a car. Juice cursed again as the nut and bolt he was trying to twist free still refused to budge as he tried with all his strength to twist it free with the wrench he was using but despite his efforts the damn thing would just not budge.

In the end Juice threw the tool down in disgust stepping back from the engine as he pondered just how he was going to get the damn thing off. As he stepped back deep in thought he heard his phone gone off telling him that he had a message come through and he grabbed a rag from the work bench cleaning his hands off of the oil and grime that had accumulated on them before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone.

He grinned as he saw a message from Jasmine and he glanced out into the lot to see if the prospects bikes were gone, they were supposed to be at his house clearing the rest of the junk out of the room that he and some of his brothers in Samcro were going to be painting this weekend.

Painting was really a job for the prospects but for some reason that he could still not fathom Jasmine wanted him to paint it in fact she had wanted to be painting it as well but Juice had put his foot down knowing how dangerous it was for a pregnant woman to be anywhere near the smell of paint and he was not willing to cause any harm to either Jasmine nor the twins she carried so he and Happy were going to be painting this weekend.

Juice had been a little more than surprised when the gruff silent enforcer for Samcro had offered to help, he knew that his brother and Jasmine got on well and if he was not so sure of his wife's love for him he might have been bit concerned about their closeness but he wasn't he knew from what little Jasmine had told him about her previous life that she and Happy had met and worked together before on a few occasions.

Glancing over to where the bikes were parked his grin faded as he saw the two bikes belonging to the prospects that were supposed to be at his place still on the lot.

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Jasmine stuffed her phone back into her robe pocket and hunkered down as well as she could at the top of the stairs as she continued to keep an eye on her visitors downstairs without them themselves seeing her. She heard one of them for she was certain that there were only two of them from the sound they were making curse as they trod on something that snapped and as silently as she could ease the safety catch off.

As she was about to stand she felt the hairs on the back of her stand on end in warning just a mere second before she felt something cold press firmly but gently to the back of her neck and she knew straight away that her initial thought that there were only two intruders in the house was wrong as she realized that someone was directly behind her with a gun pressed to the back of her neck.

"Drop the gun please," she heard a deep voice behind her say.

Slowly so as not to spook the one behind her she placed her gun down onto the floor and slowly stood turning to face the one behind her as the sounds of those moving downstairs ceased as they glanced up the stairs to where she was now visible, grins appearing on their faces as they realized that their diversion had worked and Jasmine was now at their mercy.