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Laura

The engagement/Bobby's return party was epic. Juice kept his arm anchored around my waist, never letting me leave his side. He barked at crow eaters to get us drinks regularly and we were celebrating. Bobby had his head buried between a ginger's legs and Tig was fucking with two or three crow eaters on the bar. I thought I spotted Opie for a second but he disappeared quickly. Jax said that he tried to talk to him but got nothing from it. I knew that he killed the Mayan he thought was responsible for Donna's death. Juice didn't tell me anymore than that and I didn't need to know. I just needed Opie to get his shit straight so his kids wouldn't suffer anymore.

The entire club drank to our engagement and to Bobby's release. Of course, for each toast, that meant we had to take two shots. The cheers ranged from, "To a brother getting out and a brother getting on lockdown" to "Congratulations to the great escape and my sympathy for a brother purposely putting himself in" to "You better treat her right, Juicy boy, cause we know where you sleep. Oh, and also woohoo Bobby!" Then Bobby sang some Elvis and passed out with a crow eater riding him. Somehow, probably had something to do with the ridiculous amount of whiskey I'd consumed, Juice and I ended up on the pool table with him snoring in my ear and me only wearing his cut and my underwear. I was woken by the sound of a phone ringing but snuggled further into Juice's arms and ignored it. Somebody else would get it.

Five minutes after the phone rang, we were woken by Clay's burly voice shouting, "Everybody get the fuck up now! Gemma's in the hospital!"

The club had never mobilized so quickly. I rolled Juice off of the table and he landed on the floor with a thud, waking up and staring at me with a wide eyed, surprised expression on his face. I ordered, "Get your shit. We got to go."

He said slowly, "Baby, I can see your tits."

"Gemma's in the hospital!"

"That means everybody else can see your tits!"

I pulled his cut around me tighter and slid off the pool table to stand over him, my feet on either side of his hips. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up, my ring glinting in the light as I did so. We dashed to his dorm room to yank clothes on. I yanked on a pair of sweat pants and his SAMCRO hoody while he pulled on the holster and everything. We rushed out to his bike and I hugged him tight around the middle as we raced to the hospital behind Jax and Clay. The nurse on duty nearly shit herself when we came in.

"We need Gemma Teller," Clay ordered. Juice and Chibs loaded Bobby onto a hospital stretcher. His hangover was so bad that he could barely keep his eyes open. Of course, waking up with his face dug into day old, worn out, used up crow eater pussy probably didn't help it. Crow eaters weren't the cleanest or the freshest on the best of days. On celebration days, the cleaned up a little better but after dancing and strutting around the clubhouse, the sweat built up and they got disgusting fast. They served their purpose okay but they weren't meant for anything other than one day use.

I dutifully sat outside of Clay's hospital room. It was an old lady's duty to take care of the queen bee. If Donna were alive, she'd be doing it too. Even though she hadn't been very involved in the club, she would have been there for the queen bee. That thought killed me for a second. Juice noticed and sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and hugging me tight to his body.

"If Gemma's okay, we should start looking at houses today. You only have one more week in town and I have work to do with the club and I want to start before you leave. That way you can start looking at furniture and stuff while you're gone," he offered.

I smiled at him. "I'd love that, baby. After I see Gemma."

At that point, Tara came out and told that Gemma was fine except for a few final tests. I never knew that car wrecks where there were only a few scapes and bruises could cause so many problems. I'd been in a car wreck when I was younger and the worse thing I had to do was get a few x-rays and some stitches on my leg. That was during my mother's drinking period right after my dad ran out on us.

"Can I see her?" I asked Tara.

"Not at this point but I'll tell her to call you as soon as she gets home. She knows you'll be worried. You shouldn't be though…." Tara hesitated and I stared at her suspiciously. "Really, Laura. She'll be fine. She's just a little banged up right now. She'd want you to go with Juice. Get some house shopping done and show her what you get done. It'll make stuff better for her. She'll like to be involved."

I studied her for a second longer and nodded in agreement. Juice took my hand and pulled me up. I hugged Tara and whispered, "Thanks for taking care of her. She's like a Mom to me. It's hard to see her injured. Hard for all of us."

"She'll be fine, Laura. Go with Juice."

Juice pulled me up off the chair and I trailed behind him. I looked over my shoulder to Tara as she disappeared inside a door that must have housed Gemma. I wanted to break away from Juice and run to Gemma's side. But if she didn't want to see us, she must have had her reasons so I followed Juice dutifully. We went back to the clubhouse to get the print out that Juice made of all of the houses available in Charming. He didn't want to go too far from the clubhouse and I didn't want to leave Charming.

The first house was a pile of shit. One bedroom with the door hanging half off of the front of the house and the yard was roughly the size of a van. Juice and I only had to look at the house to know that we weren't going to be anywhere near it, much less raising kids in it. We rode on. The second and third houses were pretty and solidly built but they were too small. The fifth, sixth, and seventh weren't structurally sound. The eighth didn't have a big enough front yard. The ninth gave me a creepy vibe and Juice said the tenth was too close to a school. He didn't want any Samcro business to accidentally boil over into a school ground. I agreed. We continued to find problems with houses eleven through sixteen. It was six o'clock when we found house seventeen.

We'd never found anything more perfect for us. It was close enough in Charming for us to get club help when we needed it and for Juice to get to the clubhouse every day. However, it was on the very edge of the town and we wouldn't have to be directly involved in any club business. The yard was big enough for a trampoline, a pool, and a play place. It was a five bedroom, two and a half bath, full basement and attic set up, and a large living room. Gorgeous cedar paneling and amazing hardwood floors with a full garage. It could fit my car, Juice's car, and his dyna. It was perfect. As soon as we saw the outside, Juice broke in so we could wander around and look at it. I already knew how I wanted to paint it and decorate it. What kind of furniture I wanted. How I wanted everything done. I could tell Juice was on the same page as me and he promised, "As soon as we get back to the clubhouse, I'll look up everything I can on this house and we'll have the down payment within a week. I promise, baby. You like this house, it'll be ours."

"Well then we better get back to the clubhouse so we can start this and start celebrating."

The house was on market for $459,950. It was expensive but it was something we could swing. Especially since my college was free and Juice had been saving money for years. His credit was impeccable and we knew we could get the loan from the bank easily. We were well on our way to being home owners and we were sitting in the clubhouse with me on his lap and the laptop open in front of us, sipping Jack (him) and champagne (me). Then, Jax and Clay marched in and commanded, "Church, now. Laura, go see Gemma. She's at home."

I rolled my eyes but nodded in agreement. Juice kissed me quickly and promised, "I'll pick you up later. Take a cab out there."