Chapter 33

It was the day that Juice was finally going to be released from the hospital. It had been three long weeks of ups and downs with his health but finally he continued to improve enough where Dr. McMahon was okay sending him home. I had only started staying at my house when I knew Juice was out of the woods. I felt responsible for what happened to him even though everyone reminded me that I was not the one who pulled the trigger that day. Still I should have said something to them about Matthew, it might have saved Juice from being shot. I was just glad that Juice had made it through and I wouldn't have another death to deal with. I didn't think I had it in me but then again I didn't think I would make it through Juice cheating on me either and I did.

I walked into Juice's room where he was sitting on the edge of his bed putting on his shoes. He looked up when he heard me enter; he smiled, "I cannot wait to break out of this place, it's almost as bad a jail."

I shook my head at my handsome husband, "Almost as bad? What would have made it just as bad?" I sat next to him and held the box that Jax had given me to give to Juice on my lap.

"I didn't have a beautiful woman in bed with me most nights." He gave me a sideway glance.

I looked over at him and gave him a pretend look of shock, "But you had Bobby." I teased, "I will tell him you didn't appreciate his cuddles during your incarceration."

"Now, now don't dismiss what Bobby and I shared." Juice teased back as he kissed me on the cheek.

Things had just fell back into place for us. I don't know if it was easy because I thought that I was going to lose him for a third time and potentially forever. Or if I realized how incredibly fleeting and painfully short life could be. It wasn't worth being angry and hurt over things anymore, especially when it came to the ones I loved. The truth was I loved Juice, I had always loved him with every fiber of my being.

"Oh here, I almost forgot." Juice leaned over to the table next to his bed and grabbed a sheet of paper; he handed it to me. I furrowed my brow at him, "just look at it." I looked down at the paper and it stated that he was STD free. He had gotten tested without us even discussing it. "I wanted to be sure that I didn't have anything before we decided to move forward." The women he had been with while I was gone was a quiet elephant in the room, I was sure that one day it would be addressed. At that point, I tried hard not to think about them and I am sure Juice tried hard not to think about me and AJ.

I smiled at him. "This is for you… as much as I would like to say it is from me it's not. It's from the club." Juice took the rectangle shaped box from me and opened the top.

He pulled out his new cut, his old one had been riddled with bullets and blood. "What happened to my old cut?" He looked over at me, there was a bit of sadness in his eyes. Had he really bonded that closely to his other cut? It was just a piece of leather, it wasn't like it had a soul. But as I thought about it a lot of memories went with that old cut, even for me. That was the cut he was wearing the first time we met, when he came to Northern Ireland, when he asked me to marry him and the one he wore when he saved my life.

"I'm sorry, it didn't make it. I am pretty sure that the club had a burial for it." I teased as I watched him stand up and put the cut on. "A new cut, a new start." I stood up and kissed his warm pink lips.

"Ack, get a room." I heard behind me. I turned to find Chibs and Jax standing in the door way. "I see you gave the boy his gift before we could get here."

"Yes and for your information we had a room. You just happened to walk into it." I stuck my tongue out at him. Chibs smirked at my cheekiness and wrapped his arm around my waist careful not to grab onto my shoulder. My arm was no longer in a sling but it was still in the process of healing and some days were better than others. The fight I had gotten into with Dayzee caused some of my sutures to come apart, which meant it had to be repaired. Unfortunately for me, I had to have my wound re-sutured while I was awake; needless to say it was painful. Thankfully, I was on the mend.

Juice smiled at Jax and Chibs, "Thank you for the cut." He ran his hand down the new leather. It made the room smell lovely even if it was a bit over powering.

Jax lightly smacked Juice on the shoulder, "We couldn't have you come back without a cut. The patches are all yours the leather is just new. We kept your other one at the clubhouse for you, brother."

"So when are we having a party to welcome Juice and Kylee back to the land of the living?" Chibs chimed in, squeezing me tightly in the process.

I saw Juice tense up at the mention of a party, I knew he was thinking about the last actual SAMCRO party we attended, and how it ended with me in tears and Dayzee with her ass on the floor. Of course I do think he cared about the Dayzee part.

"I think it will have to wait a little bit. I just want to go home and enjoy the company I have there." His eyes looked me up and down, taking every inch of me in. I could feel heat in my cheeks. Damn it. I flushed more. I knew he would have liked to go to a party and he was only doing it for me. He didn't want me to doubt him.

I smiled at him. "How about you guys throw him a party Friday night? It gives the other charters in the area some time to come if they want." I suggested. I knew I would be tested with the amount of croweaters around but I needed to get used to it; they were not going anywhere and I wasn't planning on it either. They also needed to know that Juice was off limits and if they had any sense they would all stay away.

"Sounds good love." Chibs said, "I'm going to get right on that." He kissed the side of my head as he released me and walked out of the room, just as Dr. McMahon walked in.

"Hello Juice…Kylee." He nodded at me with a smile.

After talking with him a while Juice was in the ICU for a week; I found out his parents were from Cork and moved to the US just before he was born. We bonded over our love of Ireland. He was the only doctor other than Tara that I would have trusted with Juice's care. I was also glad to see he was using the name, Juice instead of Juan Carlos, it seemed like he actually listened to what we were saying to him; like Juice mattered to him and he was more than just a dollar sign at the end of the day.

"Doc. I hope you're here to kick me out." Juice smirked over at me. I knew what was on his mind because it had been on mind for a least a week. He tried to get in my pants several time but the nurses would always interrupt. I was actually grateful for their intrusion. I didn't want the first time I was back with Juice to be somewhere sterile like a hospital.

Dr. McMahon rubbed his dark auburn beard and smiled over at me and Juice. "Yeah, I am here to kick you out. As much entertainment you have added to my life; it is time for me to say goodbye. Two pieces of advice, listen to your body so you don't overdo things and stay out of trouble. I don't want to see you back here."

Juice snorted and then laughed, "Don't worry Doc, I don't want to be back here either." He shook Dr. McMahon's hand. I realized how much I had missed seeing Juice in his cut. I had become so accustomed to him being in the ugly white and blue hospital gowns, so it was nice to see him in something other than that.

"Alright Mr. Ortiz, you are free to go." Dr. McMahon smiled and nodded at me as he started towards the door to leave and go round his other patients. I wish he knew how dreadfully grateful I was to him; he saved Juice's life and my sanity on many occasions when Juice seemed like he was taking a turn for the worse.

Juice took my hand into his and kissed my knuckles. "We should go home." He whispered in my ear, his voice was full of hidden motives. My body burned with need for him. It had been too long since I been with Juice in any way other than gentle touches and innocent caresses. I couldn't wait to be alone with him; where we wouldn't be interrupted by nurses or visitors. A place where we could lock ourselves away from the world and be alone.

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"Ah, home sweet home." Juice smiled contently at me as we walked into the front door. It was strange, to be walking through the door with him, it was something that I never thought would happen again. We had talked while he was in the hospital about him moving back in and I had decided it was the best thing.

The electricity that had been building between us while we were in the car erupted inside me; I pushed Juice up against the wall and kissed him. The kiss felt so right, it felt like home, it set me on fire. I ran my hands under Juice's shirt over his abs. He groaned against my mouth. He pushed me back breaking our kiss short, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He had concern in his hooded eyes.

His question brought me back to the last time we were in my house together; we fought. It also brought back the memory of our fight before I ran from Charming. I bit my lower lip, "Let's make happy memories in this house again." I took his hand into mine and walked towards the bedroom. I knew he was concerned about pushing things too quickly but I wanted to get reacquainted with his body and the way it made me feel. I would have been lying though, if I said I wasn't nervous about have sex with Juice. It had been a very long time since I had coveted his body. I flushed red just thinking about it.

Juice turned me to face him as we got into the bedroom. "You're blushing." He smirked at me as he touched my face gently. "Don't worry you're not the only one who is nervous about this." He whispered into my ear before he softly nipped at my lobe.

I greedily pulled his shirt over his head and noticed that around his neck my rings dangled. He touched them, unclasped the necklace and took my hand into his and placed my rings in it. I looked down at the symbol of our love in my hand, he had held on to our love all the years I had been away. He had always held on to the hope that I would come back to him. My heart swelled as I placed them back onto my left ring finger.
I bit my lip as I looked up at him to marvel at his previously flawless skin was now marred by angry red scars. I ran my hand over one them that was on his pectoral muscle, guilt washed over me; those scars were all my fault. I placed my lips on the scar, I wanted to kiss away the memories and the pain. Juice's breathing hitched, as I moved my way across his chest kissing the scars. Tears filled my eyes, it broke my heart that he went through so much because of me.

Juice pulled me up to face him, "Hey." He said quietly as he wiped the tears from my face. "There is no need to cry." He pulled me close to him and kissed me hard. His hands moved the hem of my shirt, where he took no time at all to pull it up and parted from me only to pull the shirt over my head. His eyes immediately went to the scar on my right shoulder. "Look matching scars." His hand ran over it.

I let out a snort. He was trying to make light of the situation. "Juice…" I started but his mouth assailed mine. He made his point, stop thinking about it and live in the moment. My mind was back in the present and allowed my body to feel all the sensations that Juice giving it. Juice ran his hands down my spine, it sent chills throughout my body. He ran them back up again but stopped when he hit the clasp that held my bra on. I could feel him unlatch it and he continued running his hands up my spine to my shoulders, where he gently removed the straps of my bra from my shoulders. I had butterflies in my stomach and they were working overtime.

Juice stepped back pulling my bra with him, leaving me standing there topless in front of him. "God, I've miss your perfect tits." Was all he said before he assaulted them with his mouth. His mouth was warm against my skin; I sighed softly; he knew how to get my body to react to him. He still knew what to do to me after two long years of being away from each other. I was burning from the inside out.

I backed us up so we were at the bed. I sat down on the edge and stared up at him at him through my lashes; my want reflecting his. He smirked at me, "Ky, I love you."

"I love you too, Juice." I said quietly as he into bed with me where we made love on and off for hours.

Juice had dozed off to sleep; I laid on my side next to him watching him sleep. Time could be such a fickle thing, sometimes she went too quickly and I could barely catch my breath and other time she went so excruciatingly slow it hurt. My life away from Juice had been one of those moments that went too slowly, because my life didn't have meaning without him.

I was just where I needed to be…HOME with the man I loved, my reason to live.

A/N: Huge apology for taking so long on getting this last chapter out. I have been so caught up in writing my other fanfiction and I didn't want to say goodbye to Kylee and Juice. If you want to know what happens to them…there will be a short epilogue in the coming days. I promise.

Thank you all for your support throughout this journey on my very first fanfiction story. You're all amazing and I just don't know how to thank you enough!
I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.